Author’s Note:

My email friend Jessika (you can read some of her stories at http://www.hostboard.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi/category/24 in the pro wrestling catfight board under the name Jessikafights or register and do a member search to get all her stories) had agreed to meet me for the first time in Bangkok. Nothing sexual between us as she was a powerful 5 ft 11, 160 lbs, auburn haired, 36C+, 25, 36, young looking 49 old dominant lesbian and I was a 5 times married to an Asian women, middle aged Aussie, but our mutual interest in lesbian domination had made us close email friends.

We spent the first couple of nights doing the rounds of the main Bangkok areas: Pat Pong, Soi Cowboy, New Petchburi Road area, and so on but like many others of late we found it to be over priced and took the 3 hour trip to Pattaya, a small beach town a few hours drive from Bangkok. There the clubs were similar but cheaper, and the girls more friendly both for me and Jessika who managed 6 Thais in one night for the sum of USD100. But clubs like the Classroom, Diamond Agogo, The Soi Diamond off Walking Street and the Dollhouse merely whetted our appetite for more and we started wandering more from the main streets looking for woman v woman shows.

The Ownly Pusssy Club (that’s the spelling the spluttering, flickering Neon lights displayed and we took it to mean only pussy) looked promising. From the wizened toothless grandmother holding the sign listing the events (I later found out she was 48 not the 75 she looked) ranging from girl and girl lesbian to pussy electric, pussy magic flower, pussy write letter, pussy chopsticks and another 18 events, to the dark sleazy entrance we felt we had found it.
We entered to be greeted in the small empty room by the Mamasan, Supaporn (I nearly died laughing at her name but it’s for real). She proudly said “The Show” started soon and clapped her hands and 6 girls approached. Girls? None of them would see 30 again and while not as bad as the small Thai Blow Job Bars women who are at the bottom of the pile, they were not Miss Universes. But the drink prices, even for coke and Sangsom (Thai whiskey) and the lolly water the girls had was cheap. But no show. We questioned Supaporn but she kept saying, “Soon, soon.”

Just as we about to leave the Grandmother issued in a minibus group of Japanese tourists, about 1 dozen men and a middle-aged woman and 2 young Thai girls rented for the occasion. Then the show began. The room was so small that our table was touching the stage and we watched as a naked Thais crushed an egg in her pussy … talk about strength. … Another poured a glass of water into her pussy standing on her hands, then got upright and walked around … and then later released all the water from her pussy into the glass. Another girl used her pussy as a bellows to blow out a candle. The star-turn was a hefty Thai farm-girl with few inhibitions. Though she kept her bra on, shyness didn’t stop her blasting dozens of bananas from her twat. No ping pong balls for this woman. Her effective range was an amazing 15ft and the entire audience took a heavy barrage. It’s a rare skill, even in Thailand, and her mother must be very proud. Luckily I still had one Thai still sitting on my lap, so I asked her to sit quietly and be my human-shield against the flying fruit. She consumed two lady drinks and only got hit by one banana, so I reckon that she was the big winner.

But there was more. Suddenly the music stopped, Supaporn’s voice announced something in Thai (or incomprehensible English….we never will know) and suddenly the stage was flooded with colourful lights. The farm girl reappeared carrying a small bucket and tube. Supaporn got a Jap to stand 1½ meters from the stage (almost at the back of the room) and hold a balloon up. The woman on stage dropped to the floor, spread her legs, held up the tube then inserted it. She pulled something out of the small basket. It was a dart. She loaded the dart into the tube and tensed. She shot, she missed. Now while this woman had some mad muscular control going on, her precision left something to be desired. After several attempts she burst the balloon. Once her mission was complete, she removed the tube, grabbed her basket and departed from the stage.

Again, Supaporn’s voice was heard, the lights flooded the stage, and another girl strode up the stairs holding a big scrap book and the largest crayon I have ever seen. It was about a meter long. She spied Jessika and me and spoke

“Where you from?” 

“Australia” I replied.

“Giday mate,” she drawled with a fairly good approximation of an Aussie accent. Must have a lot of 40 year plus desperate Aussies here, I thought. With an enthusiastic giggle and smile, she placed the scrap book on the floor and squatted over it rather like a sumo wrestler. She then stuck the giant crayon up her cunt and bent a little lower until it makes contact with the page. She placed a hand on the floor for some extra balance and proceeded to move her hips around erratically. After a minute or so of this, she stood up, pulled the crayon out with a plop, picked the book up and held it up so the audience can see. HELLO AUSTRALIA! Jessika and I clapped and cheered loudly but reluctantly. We weren’t entirely sure what the corrected etiquette was whilst in a club and a performer writes hello to you with her cunt. It appeared we chose the correct option as her smile widened and she collected her apparatus and departed.

Next a scrawny bony Thai about 30 years old came on stage walking rather strangely. Sort of like she had a cock that she was trying not to damage. After a little while she dropped to the floor, pulled a face like she was going to shit and widened her legs a little more. She then used her hands to make her open a little larger, when all of a sudden there was something moving from within. After a few more moments it took flight and flew out of her cunt. It was a budgie. That certainly redefined the term “Budgie smuggling” for me. She danced around for a bit then did what seemed to be a break-dancing move that finished up with her on her side with her legs apart. She put her fingers in and acted pleasantly surprised. With a small tug we saw something glowing (anymore live animals we wondered) and it gradually became longer. It was like a glowstick but in rope form. She pulled about a meter out then did a dance around the stage making full use of the poles and leaving little to the imagination. With one leg placed above her head on the pole, she took hold of the rope and pulled. Out came another meter of it and another. Soon enough the entire thing was out and after a little skipping with it, she left the stage.

Another break. Supaporn announced with the pride of a person announcing the opening of the Olympics that the next “Event” was the woman lesbian show. I could sense Jessika’s excitement rise; we were so close it would be almost like being in the bed with the girls. Mamasan Supaporn came to our table. Up close she was quite okay for her age, certainly better than her employees or the grandmother out front.

“Two hours gone, you pay”, she said smiling and bowing.

Jessika reached for her wallet in her bum bag. Her brow furrowed and she searched again.

“Greg my wallets gone; can you pay?”

As we were taking it in turns to pay for each night’s entertainment I had left mine in the hotel safe.

“Money”, Supaporn demanded.

I tried to negotiate, “Tomorrow at 9am”, wheedle “Tomorrow, double”, bluster “It’s been stolen here; we’ll get this place shut down”.

“Money, now”.

“Time to run”, I whispered to Jessika just as two Thai cops entered the club. You know the type; starched, ironing creased board tight uniform, polished boots, and belt, holstered pistol that makes Dirty Harry’s look like a small, concealed weapon and night stick. Relief, the cavalry had arrived. Instead, they went straight to the two Thai girls with the Japs and asked them for their papers. Grabbing the girl’s hands, they spread them on the stage, and used their nightclubs. It would be some time before either of the girls gave a handjob.

“Any trouble, Mum”, one asked Supaporn.

“No, customer just going to pay.”

The Japs almost knocked each other over in the rush to pay Supaporn. After counting the money, she came to our table accompanied by her two sons and an offer we couldn’t refuse, 

“You”, pointing at Jessika, “work off debt, fuck my girls for Japs”.

Ten minutes later Jessika was nude her back on the stage with the crayon writer Nataya, 5 ft 95 pounds, 32 26 34, holding her shoulders and the 5 ft 2, 80 pound, 30 22 29 budgie lady Tasanee face down between her legs, her tongue exploring Jessika’s cunt. The contrast was immense: The obvious difference in skin colour, the fact that Jessika was nearly a foot taller and twice as heavy, her tits were melons compared to mandarins, her areola were huge, theirs were non-existent highlighting the size of their erect nipples. They were shaven, whereas Jessika had an auburn covered mound that was starting to leak pussy juice. A few minutes later Jessika screamed and bucked to orgasm and Supaporn took a 10 Baht bill rolled it and shoved it into Tasanee’s cunt. Smiling, Tasanee entwined her fingers into Jessika’s cunt hair and roughly pulled it towards Jessika’s face in order to bring Jessika’s clit out of her cunt lips so she could take it fully in her mouth. Meanwhile the stockier 40-year-old Nataya had dropped her mouth onto Jessika’s pendulous tits and was sucking a nipple like a newborn babe as she fingered herself.

Fifteen minutes later and Tasanee had 5 bills inserted in her cunt and Jessika was moaning each time Tasanee raked her clit. In a last desperate effort, the lesbian fitness freak managed to break Nataya’s hold of her shoulders, reach up and back and grab the short, naked Thai around her hips and topple and drag her forward onto her stomach. Simultaneously she head scissored Tasanee immobilizing her. Now it was her turn, and she went to work on Nataya’s cunt pulling her body slightly back so her tongue could enter the Thai’s shaven cunt. Nataya was trapped with one leg either side of Jessika’s face, Jessika’s long arms imprisoning her against her body and her defenceless cunt open in front of Jessika’s face. Her tongue probed and entered, licked and fucked the 40-year-old Thai till she was cumming repeatedly, then she shifted to fingering the woman till one whimper of cumming melded into the next so that Nataya was moaning in a continuous long unbroken deep drone, her body twitching and spasming out of control. After 20 minutes Jessika released her hold and the broken Nataya rolled off her and lay prone, still twitching involuntarily on the floor.

Releasing her scissor hold on Tasanee’s head Jessika took her into a 69 position and both women went for victory. The slurping sounds as each woman licked the other could be heard throughout the room and soon the sounds as they came echoed around the small room. Soon both women were licking and simultaneously finger fucking each other’s arses and cunts. Their faces were covered by each other’s cum, their bodies covered by a sheen of sweat, their breathing loud and irregular. The sodden Baht bills Jessika had torn from Tasanee’s cunt lay in a bundle on the floor. Suddenly Tasanee broke off and tried to crawl away.

“No more, no moooooore”.

But Jessica was aroused and ruthless and grabbed the small Thai and drew 3 more orgasms from her before discarding her like a used sock. Jessika stood upright. Albeit a little bit unsteady but victorious against the two Thai whores. She looked around the room. The smile of satisfaction that spread across her face was replaced by a mask of pain as she sunk to the floor grasping her knee. Leiko, the middle-aged Japanese woman had climbed on stage and to the cheers the Japanese men had kicked Jessika in the knee bringing her down. Slowly she circled the naked writhing Jessika while taking off her blazer. Thud. One of her high heels was buried into Jessika’s thigh. Her severe white blouse was removed to show two firm 33B breasts supported and exposed by a white sheer quarter cup bra. Again, a dull thud as she kicked Jessika in the belly. The 45-year-old Leiko played with each of her nipples till they were hard, erect and quivering. Thump, another kick to Jessika’s belly as she tried to crawl away. Dispassionately Leiko unzipped her size 10 black knee length skirt and let it drop to the floor. No panties, no G string just a white suspender belt and black stockings. Thud. This time Jessika recoiled holding her large tit.

Leiko stepped back and stood smiling. 45 years old, 5 ft 3 100 pounds 33B 27 35, round flat face, short black hair, 4-inch heels, black stockings, white suspender belt and quarter bra, erect nipples and thick bush she motioned for Jessika to get up. Jessika slowly got to her feet, but too slowly because Leiko had moved in and kneed her in the belly and then as she doubled up brought the other knee into her face, smashing it into her nose and starting it bleeding. In desperation Jessika charged but grabbed empty air and felt a hard elbow blow to her kidney. This continued similar to a bullfighter dealing with a wounded bull as Jessika chased the elusive punishment dealing Leiko. But the stage was small, and Jessika was 5 ft 11 and long armed and finally one of her rushes was successful, and she wrapped the Japanese in a bear hug. Locking her wrists at the base of Leiko’s spine and using her height and large tits to bend the Japanese backwards she began to apply pressure to her spine. She lifted the smaller Japanese off her feet and shook her like a dog with a towel it won’t let go. Only a high heel dug deep into her calf by the flailing Leiko caused her to let go.

Limping she quickly reached the Japanese and grabbing her by her hair and her thick black thatch, she suplexed her over her shoulder. Leiko went up, over and down and lay sprawled on the floor. Jessika ran shrieking towards her intent on dive bombing the Japanese woman. 

“Pay back for Pearl Harbour.”

In a matter of seconds, it would be over. But a Japanese man reached out and tripped her, so she stumbled forward right into Leiko’s outstretched right leg. The black high heel connected with her belly driving the wind from her, leaving her retching and grasping for breath. Leiko took both Jessika’s full tits in her hands, dug her painted nails in and ripped leaving five deep furrows on each tit.

The Jap men carried Jessika from the stage and spread her face down over a table and held her as Leiko put on a strap-on and drove it home. As she mercilessly fucked the taller Jessika racking her bleeding arse with her weapon like nails, each of the 12 Jap men performed Bukkake on Jessika covering her face, hair and tits with their cum. Meanwhile I decided discretion is the greater part of valour and used a coke bottle to raise a bruise on my cheek bone and pinched the inside of my arms causing bruising, evidence of my valiant struggle to protect her before being overpowered against the 12 Japs. 

I hesitated outside Jessika’s room in the Pathumwan Princess Hotel, located in the popular MBK Shopping and Office Complex, in the heart of financial, commercial and shopping areas of Bangkok. But I was 99% sure she had bought my story of trying to defend her against the catfight beating and rape by Leiko, a. 45 years old, 5 ft 3 100 pounds 33B 27 35, round flat face, short black-haired Japanese, and subsequent bukkake by her 12 Japanese acquaintances. A victory that Leiko gained only from outside interference. As Leiko used her thick dildo on Jessika and the 12 Japs emptied their loads into her face I used a coke bottle on my face, pinched bruises into my arms and bit my lip, all future evidence of my valiant defence before the weight of numbers beat me. And the piece de resistance, spitting out a sliver of peanut which in the dark of The Ownly Pussy Club looked like a sliver of tooth. What more could one man do. Yes, I was sure she believed, plus I had good news for her. 

I went in and saw the powerful 5 ft 11, 160 lbs, auburn haired, 36C+, 25, 36, young looking, 49-year-old dominant lesbian sitting on the edge of the sofa, her strong thighs circling the kneeling Thai woman’s head. He body rocked with pleasure as the kneeling Thai, her hands tied behind her back, ate the Englishwoman steaming hot twat. Christ, I thought, I had forgotten about Jessika’s fight with a pro Thai woman Muay Thai boxer, but it was obvious from their respective positions she had won.

As she continued to writhe in ecstasy, I thought about my 49-year-old friend. A total lesbian, her full name was Jessika Thornton-Smythe and when her mother Lady Phillipa died she would become Lady Jessika Thornton-Smythe. The sole child she had a privileged aristocratic upbringing financed by the family estates in Norfolk. She was educated in London at the exclusive girls only Queen’s Gate School in South Kensington and also attended Mon Fertile finishing school in Switzerland. At school she had been raped by the year 12 prefects, a traditional welcoming, but by the end of the year had fucked all of them individually till they cried for mercy. One of the prefects she gained her revenge on was Camilla Shand better known now as Camilla Parker-Bowles and Jessika’s first personal bitch was Camilla’s younger sister Annabel. 

As she grew older she became an expert horsewoman and skier narrowly missing out on English selection in both, though many claim she was not selected because she would not fuck the male selection board. Anyway, this was the grounding for her exceptional leg and midsection strength and the springboard for her obsession with the gym. The debutante season for the rich and idle titled upper-class gave her further education in dominating other women. Every man that called her a lez that season received a tape of Jessika fucking/humiliating his girlfriend.

Given her lesbianism, her athleticism and delight in dominance she became involved in the underground sex and cat fight circuits taking on tough West Indian immigrants, working class Glaswegians, unemployed Yorkshire and Lancastrian women. For someone who spoke with a plumb in her mouth like Princess Anne or the Queen and called her Mum “mother” and used words like “golly” and “spiffling good show” she was capable of slumming and fighting as dirty as any of the underprivileged. Success led to Europe; the Muslim ghettos in France and Germany, the influx of willing girls from former Soviet controlled countries such as Poland, East Germany and Romania.

Her own private affairs never lasted due to the frequency with which she needed sex and her dominance. A Masochist was no use to her because she needed to make her women do something against their will, not because they enjoyed being dominated. And now I had introduced her to Asia. 

Her legs tightened around the frantically licking Thai woman’s head as she screamed her pleasure. As much as I wanted to watch I had to interrupt.

“I’ve found Leiko’s lover. She’s an air stewardess and she’s at the Sofitel Silom Hotel, and she’s just flown in.”

That news was so important that the Thai boxer was spared Jessika’s final fucking and domination in the rush to get to the Silom Rd 4-star hotel. 

I knocked at room 1213 and the door was opened as far as the chain allowed.

“I’ve got a present from Leiko”, I stated pointing to the wrapped parcel I held.

As Syo Ikeno opened the door Jessika used her Doc Martins on the door and burst through knocking Syo to the floor, and quickly shut and locked the door behind her and me. She motioned the Japanese woman to rise. As Syo got to her feet I took a close look at her. About 5 ft 3, flat round face, black straight shoulder length hair, still wearing her air stewardess uniform; a board tight short dark blue skirt and matching jacket, white blouse with a blue and gold checked cravat at her neck. Black stockings encased shapely solid legs and I estimated she was about 35, 120 pounds and a 34B 28 37 figure.

“Jap, I’m going to send you back to Leiko battered bruised broken and fucked as a message of what I’ll do to her next. Tonight, you’ll eat English not Japanese and feel English pain”, Jessika threatened looking imposing in tank top, jeans and 8 inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than the Japanese.

Unfazed Syo replied, “If you are going to inflict pain on my ears by talking then I’m scared, but if you want to use your body the sooner the better, because I can fuck you before Keiko comes and then you’ll have a double feed of Japanese.” As she spoke she took off her jacket and with some difficulty slid the tight short skirt down her legs. Jessika waited patiently as Syo finished by removing her blouse and cravat, finally standing ready dressed in her black bra, thong, black pantyhose and heels.

“I’m ready, gaijin. I’m going to make you my Rezurareru (a woman fucked by a lesbian). Now get ready Baita (slut).”

Jessika removed the Doc Martins and her jeans and was struggling to get her tank top over her head when Syo attacked. A striking coiled fist to her belly almost winded Jessika and as she dry retched, Syo moved in close, grabbed the tank top and twisted it tight with one hand immobilizing Jessika’s arms above her head, and used her other to pull Jessika’s large breasts from her bra and dig her fingers into the tit flesh. Controlling her this way she pulled Jessika’s arms, still secured by the twisted tank top down so Jessika was bent double, stepped back and kicked her in the belly. Then another and another. Not quickly, but slowly, letting Jessika partially gather her breath before delivering her next kick.

“Stupid Englishwoman, You like pain”

After 7 kicks Jessika’s belly was reddened and she was struggling to breathe, but somehow finally managed to wriggle one hand free from the tank top handcuffs and pried Syo’s grip away from her mauled and scratched tit. Quickly she encircled the smaller Japanese with her arms and squeezed her in a bear hug. Lifting the shorter Japanese off her feet, she jerked her bear hug tighter, using her height advantage and large breasts to force Syo’s spine into a backwards U shape. The Japanese wailed in pain as Jessika tightened her bear hug. Suddenly Jessika released her grip with a squeal of anguish. Syo had managed to rake her high heel down Jessika’s shin, drawing blood.

Both stood apart. Syo gingerly feeling her spine, and Jessika with her victory taken from her now felt again the pain from her throbbing guts which had taken the brutal kicks earlier and her bruised tits. The fight resumed pitting Jessika’s strength against the kicks of the mobile Japanese. From long range Syo feinted and struck using both spinning round kicks and mule kicks where she tried to drive her high heel into Jessika. Jessika for her part tried to take the blows on her arms and endeavoured to get close to use her greater strength. Both had chances: Syo landed a kick to Jessika’s hamstring bringing her to one knee and the finishing kick to the face just missed, grazing and causing blood to flow from her ear. Jessika managed to again wrap Syo into a bear hug, but this time Syo was able to squeeze Jessika’s bruised, scratched tit and explode a knee into Jessika’s cunt before she could apply submission type pressure to the Japanese air hostess. 

The smaller Japanese was quickly on her as Jessika collapsed to the ground, straddling and pin her, smiling as her talons again raked and dug into the larger Englishwoman’s tits. Suddenly Jessika’s heels started drumming on the ground. Syo had reached behind herself to use her fingers on Jessika’s cunt. She was on top revelling in the pain she was dishing out with one hand on Jessika’s tits and the other on twat. She bent forward to hiss her triumph and reeled backwards from the Liverpool kiss Jessika forehead landed on her nose. 

The action became so furious and so fast it was hard to follow as kicks and punches were thrown by the Japanese only to be dodged by my friend as she attempted to grapple in close. Suddenly the whole character of the fight was transformed when Jessika changed tactics, dropped to a stoop and kicked straight forward, heel slamming like a hammer into Syo’s sweat covered belly, knocking the wind out of her, and bowling the Japanese woman onto her back. Rolling even as she landed on the floor, she wasn’t fast enough to prevent Jessika from straddling the small of her back, wrapping her arms around Syo’s throat, and brutally wrenching her head counterclockwise. But Syo reached back and grabbed Jessika’s mauled tit with the pain cutting off Jessika’s head twisting of Syo just short of submission. Arching her back and thrusting up onto her knees, Syo, grabbed Jessika’s fore arms, suddenly curled forward, incredibly throwing the larger English woman all the way over her shoulders onto the floor with a sickening crashing splat. But Jessika, face twisted with fury, hurtled forward, even as she was rising to her knees, and the force of her impact into the lighter Japanese woman’s body drove both upwards, tits and bellies smashed together, faces mirrored masks of wild-eyed hate, blood squirting from their nostrils, and mixing and flowing copiously along with the saliva from their mouths. 

Syo’s knee rocketed up into Jessika cunt, lifting the screaming woman to her tiptoes, yet Jessika stood her ground, and, elbows flared out, pressed the heels of her hands together on Syo’s temples, her palms on her cheeks and her fingers at Syo’s throat. The Asian screamed as the crushing pressure was applied, vice-like to her head. She grabbed Jessika’s wrists, but could not break the grip. Tighter and tighter, Jessika squeezed using her long fingers on the carotid artery until Syo slumped into unconsciousness. 

Syo awoke to find herself bound kneeling on the bed so her breasts were touching the mattress and her arse stuck up in the air. Seeing she had come to the now naked Jessika slid onto the bed, so Ryo’s face now lay in her already wet pussy.

“Lick it bitch”, she commanded and Syo’s lack of haste was met by a kidney punch that soon had the Japanese air stewardess eating my friend’s well used pussy. Already moaning with pleasure Jessika reached around and started playing with Syo’s slit and soon had the Asian moving her wet slit against her fingers. With her other hand Jessika started to give me a hand job and soon had me quivering hard.

“Now slut, you going to get filled by a man’s cock for the first time in your life. Enjoy it.” Jessika gloated as she motioned me behind Syo. Syo screamed in panic as she saw the tip of my penis pass by the oyster between her legs and felt it slowly part her delicate lips. Then, wailing and screaming, she gyrated her hips about frantically as my cock pushed its way deeper and deeper inside the lubricated tunnel that Jessika had created. At first the going was very hard. The Japanese put up an enormous amount of resistance, but my hard cock pushed its way slowly past her defiant muscles. Her screams of panic were absolutely deafening as I moved my way deeper. She was so tight, so tender, and so sensitive. I looked down and watched as my throbbing organ pushed its way, like a piston, toward its target, sinking deeper and deeper into her tiny pussy.

“UUUGH! AHHGGHH!! GET IT OUT! GET IT….NNNGGGUUGGH!!”

Syo’s hips thrust about wildly as my penis continued its agonizing journey. Every inch was a battle, every millimetre another erotic wave of pleasure to me. Her vagina leaked like a broken faucet as my rod made its way toward her womb, disappearing bit by bit inside the Japanese.

“UUUUGHH! Got to get free…. before I…. Can’t let him take ME!” she screamed in desperation. But then Jessika started on Syo’s clit, teasing it playing with it as I completed my slow entry. She then began to pant and moan deeply as my hips finally pressed against her buttocks. I had finally penetrated her all the way and now lay over her, my hips slowly pumping my cock in and out of her bound, defenceless body, and as Jessika continued her arousal of the defenceless Japanese Syo wiggled continuously. 

“UUGH! God this bitch is tight… so… fucking… TIGHT!.” I gasped as the Japanese woman’s vagina squeezed down hard on my rod. “God, she’s so… ugghghn!”

Syo had pushed her hips around as she clamped her muscles in a vain attempt at slowing my progress. This was a sad mistake, however, as the added tightness only served to heighten my already excited state. Like an animal, I began to heavily bang Syo, pushing my cock in and out of her with increasing frequency and intensity.

“UUGH!” “UUGH!” “UUGH!” “UUGH!”

Syo aided by Jessika, who was now under her licking her leaking twat, was moaning with each violent thrust, the wave of sexual excitement began to build deep inside her. As her body was pounded by me, Jessika leaned back and began again to suck and massage her tits while reverting to her hand massage of the bound Japanese woman’s clit. This time, however, she was much more ferocious, groping and squeezing her relentlessly as her mouth sucked hard and deep on her breasts. Faster and faster, I pumped. 

“Fuck her HARDER! Bang HER! Give it to the fucking dyke. Fill the Jap bitch so I can take her next” screamed Jessika as she cheered me on.

Then, Syo’s hips exploded upward, tightening with every muscle in her body. At this point, Jessika moved completely under Syo and began thrusting upward, twisting her pelvis around and forcing her pelvis bone against Syo’s surging clitoris while I took the Japanese doggy style from behind. Syo’s teeth gritted. Her breathing stopped. Her eyes clenched shut as the climatic wave built inside her. Its pressure grew, expanding past her will, past her control. She was like an ant at the foot of a huge tsunami. So weak, so powerless. Every nerve, every muscle began to explode with excitement. Then, “AAAAAAUAUUAUUAUAUAUUUUGHGHGHGHGGH!!!!!” 

Her scream was that of utter sexual domination. Like the death throes of some wild animal, Syo bucked and thrust about horribly as the overpowering climax sent her spiralling down in defeat. At that moment, I grabbed the girl’s ripe arse and squeezed it hard as I tightened my body. Gritting and hissing I shook and thrust as my climax overwhelmed me.

“SHSSSSSSSHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!!!!!”

I screamed as I exploded inside my victim. My pelvis continued to pump away slow and deep as my discharged heavily inside the Japanese. Syo was now panting and moaning loudly as the first bi rape tore her mind and body apart. Her rest was only momentary, however, as Jessika’s words shattered her serenity and made her freeze in shock.

“Thanks Greg, a nice first course now for the main meal.”

Jessika opened the parcel I had bought and pulled out a special leather belt. The belt was the harness for a strap on dildo and she wasted no time affixing her special German made dildo to the front. She walked back toward the Japanese women on the bed. She tapped me on the shoulder, and I moved aside. She rolled the moaning, sobbing Japanese on her back. Grabbing Syo’s hips, she raised them until Syo’s thighs were perpendicular with her pelvis. Jessika then hung Syo’s knees over her shoulders and slid her weapon toward its target. 

With a few positioning shifts of her hips, she aimed her weapon and…

“NNNNNNNNGGHHHUUUUGHH!!” 

Syo exploded upward as the head of the dildo punched its way past her sore and swollen lips and deep into her aching cunt. For several seconds Jessika twisted and turned her hips as she brutally sent the dominating toy deeper toward its ripe target. After about a minute of agonizing penetration, Jessika’s hips met her victim’s jiggling buttocks as the dildo was fully inserted inside the Japanese. Then she fucked her like there was no tomorrow, burying her black monster inside the mid-thirties screaming Japanese. Jessika’s breath came in short animal like grunts as she pounded the air hostess, increasing in urgency and frequency until she exploded with her orgasm. 

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Reaching between her legs she squeezed the left ball of her strap-on dildo. The precision-made German made device was like a vacuum sucking up her cum and the piss that had escaped from her as she came into the other ball. With Syo still impaled on her false cock Jessika took a glass vial from a leather pouch on the harness. Carefully she unscrewed it and placed her family signet ring which dated back to the 15th century on the opening and upended the vial. 

“In the old days my forebears branded the women they raped, but I’m a vegetarian and can’t stand the smell of flesh cooking, so I’ve modernized the ritual. The ring is coated in glass and this is Hydrofluoric acid, one of the strongest inorganic acids, and it’s used mainly for industrial purposes like glass etching, metal cleaning, electronics manufacturing or in rust removers. HF acid burns are a unique clinical entity. Dilute solutions deeply penetrate before dissociating. The 2 mechanisms that cause tissue damage are corrosive burn from the free hydrogen ions and chemical burn from tissue penetration of the fluoride ions. Fluoride ions penetrate and form insoluble salts with calcium and magnesium. Soluble salts also are formed with other cations but dissociate rapidly. Consequently, fluoride ions release, and further tissue destruction occurs. IN PLAIN ENGLISH, YOU JAP BITCH, THE SCAR IS DEEP AND PERMANENT”.

Turning her attention back to the wide-eyed writhing Japanese, she again gave a violent thrust that almost split her in half and fully planted her dildo inside her. With her right hand she squeezed the right ball forcing its contents along the tube inside the dildo and into the Japanese while her left pressed the acid covered signet ring into Syo’s shapely calf leaving the Thornton crest permanently on the air stewardess. The pain forced a wordless scream from the mid 30’s Japanese stewardess, but her frantic movements to pull away were useless as the grunting, rutting Jessika’s weight and her dildo impaled her on the bed.

Jessika smirked cruelly: “Now, you Jap SLUT! You are marked as my bitch for
life … every time you see that mark …. you’ll remember what I did to you!” 

Finally, before leaving Jessika left her written challenge to Keiko sticking out of the abused cunt of the bound, naked Japanese. 

As they got outside, Jessika turned and gave me a quick thank you squeeze which took me completely by surprise. I didn’t expect that from a hard-core lezzie dyke, but sure didn’t mind. 

Jessika smiled and winked wickedly at me and asked: “Well, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me?”

I sat opposite my 49-year-old friend as we travelled to the Oriental Bangkok Hotel in the Riverside area on the Chao Phraya River where a deluxe suite was US1000 a night and Leiko waited for us in her room. There was nothing sexual between my friend and me as she was a powerful 5 ft 11, 160 lbs, auburn haired, 36C+, 25, 36, young looking 49 old dominant lesbian and I was 5 times married to an Asian woman, middle aged Aussie, but our mutual interest in lesbian domination had made us close email friends.

My friend’s name was Jessika Thornton-Smythe and when her mother Lady Phillipa died she would become Lady Jessika Thornton-Smythe. As a sole child she had a privileged, aristocratic upbringing financed by the family estates in Norfolk. She was educated in London at the exclusive, girls only, Queen’s Gate School in South Kensington and also attended Mon Fertile finishing school in Switzerland. At school she had been raped by the year 12 prefects, a traditional welcoming, but by the end of the year had fucked all of them individually till they cried for mercy. One of the prefects she gained her revenge on was Camilla Shand better known now as Camilla Parker-Bowles and Jessika’s first personal bitch was Camilla’s younger sister Annabel.

As she grew older she became an expert horsewoman and skier narrowly missing out on English selection in both, though many claim she was not selected because she would not fuck the male selection board. Anyway, this was the grounding for her exceptional leg and midsection strength and the springboard for her obsession with the gym. The debutante season for the rich and idle titled upper-class gave her further education in dominating other women. Every man that called her a lez that season received a tape of Jessika fucking/humiliating his girlfriend.

Given her lesbianism, her athleticism and delight in dominance it was no wonder she became involved in the underground sex and cat fight circuits taking on tough West Indian immigrants, working class Glaswegians, unemployed Yorkshire and Lancastrian women. For someone who spoke with a plumb in her mouth like Princess Anne or the Queen and called her Mum “mother” and used words like “golly” and “spiffling good show” she was capable of slumming and fighting as dirty as any of the underprivileged. Success led to Europe: the Muslim ghettos in France and Germany, the influx of willing girls from former Soviet controlled countries such as Poland, East Germany and Romania.

Her own private affairs never lasted due to the frequency with which she needed sex and her dominance. A masochist was no use to her because she needed to make her women do something against their will, not because they enjoyed being dominated. And now I had introduced her to Asia.

Dressed in a slinky black cocktail dress and heels, Jessika Thornton-Smythe was sitting in the limo opposite me on the way to her fight with Leiko. I could tell she was so excited about the opportunity for getting revenge against that Jap bitch who had only beaten her through interference & trickery at The Ownly Pussy Club in Bangkok (yes it is the correct spelling) – but this time she was determined the pale, yellow skinned slut was not going to be so lucky! She was going to make sure that she totally humiliated and destroyed her for what she did to her that night.

I watched as she clenched her teeth a little and saw her cheeks blush a little as she remembered how Leiko, a 45 year old Japanese tourist operator, had strap-on fucked her in front of everyone in the club while a number of Japanese men shot their hot cum all over her writhing body – I heard her mouth “My Gawd!” and knew she was thinking back; how it felt like an eternity washing that off in the shower – how she had felt dirty & filthy for days after that! It was so disgusting that she vomited for days after just reliving the night in her mind, but then she smiled evilly to herself as she looked over at me – and I knew she was thinking of how after I located her, she later beat up Leiko’s lesbian partner Syo Ikeno and pressed her acid covered family signet ring into the Japanese air hostess permanently engraving the Thornton-Smythe crest on her Asian skin. She was confident this time the Asian bitch Leiko was going to pay!

She slowly uncrossed her smooth left leg, and then crossed her right, aware that I, just like any man, couldn’t help dropping my eyes furtively down for a peek, wondering if I could see the hot, sticky moisture already building up in her crack … maybe seeping through the gusset of her lacy, white thong. She smiled at me pretending not to notice the swelling in my trousers, saying sweetly: “Oh Greg, thanks so much for arranging this fight tonight … once I’m done with that fucking Jap bitch, you can also give her a hard, long fuck just as you did her girlfriend … ” She smiled wickedly and winked at me: “After tonight that slut should no longer be a lezzie … her pristine cunt should be well-drilled and filled with male cum! Can I rely on you or do we need to quickly get some Viagra at a chemist?”

I caught my breath. How did she know I had slowed down and was relying more and more on that little pill? 

“You’re probably worried about going up against Leiko after the way she kicked the shit out of you and nearly had the strap on coming out your mouth because it was buried so deep in you. She’s not like those Thais you’ve been practicing on”. Not only women can be bitchy. It had the desired effect as she bristled at the reminder of their last meeting and my self-esteem rose a little. I pulled out a bottle of mineral water and swore as I broke a nail on the plastic around the top, before unscrewing it and offering it to her.

“Drink it down. We can’t afford you to be dehydrated in this damn humidity when you go against the Jap. It might take some time for you to beat her.”

Jessika drained the 1.25 litre bottle and grimaced.

“It’s got a funny bitter taste.”

I took the empty plastic bottle, looked at the label and tossed it out the window.

“German, must be the different minerals over there. Anyway, I got it from the small supermarket where the expats shop so we know that it’s safe,” I said wringing my hand and examining my torn nail, “I wouldn’t trust even bottled water from here.”

On the 2-hour trip through the Bangkok traffic which flowed like honey on a minus 2 Celsius day, Jessika continued to complain about not feeling right, a bit lethargic, tired, no energy. I nodded in agreement and opened another bottle for her.

A surprise greeted us at the Oriental Bangkok Hotel where the man wearing a uniform with more gold braid than an army general had reluctantly let us in as it was obvious we were not the standard of rich clientele they catered for. The door to suite 1256 was opened by Syo Ikeno. The 5 ft 3, flat round faced, with black straight shoulder length hair Japanese, was not wearing her air stewardess uniform of a board tight short dark blue skirt and matching jacket, white blouse with a blue and gold checked cravat at the neck. Instead, high heels and black stockings held up by a garter belt encased shapely, solid legs and were the only covering on the 35-year-old, 120 pound and 34B 28 37 figured Japanese. The hatred that poured from her towards Jessika would have rivalled Chernobyl on the Richter scale.

We entered and saw Leiko. She was wearing the same tour guide outfit that she removed when she fucked the defeated Jessika and was watching a DVD of her driving a strap-on into Jessika as 10 Japanese men surrounded Jessika’s face performing bukkake and squirting warm ectoplasm onto her face, hair, body, and into her eyeballs, ears or mouth. To breathe, as Leiko was pinching her nostrils, Jessika had to swallow the creamy ejaculate and utilize the energy and protein it provided to rejuvenate her and allow her to receive further what seemed like litres of semen onto her now apparently yogurt and glue covered visage. 45 years old, 5 ft 3 100 pounds 33B 27 35, round flat face, short black hair, 4 inch heels, black stockings, erect nipples straining at the crisp white blouse tucked into her short, black, tight skirt, a confident Leiko faced us.

Moving to Syo she ripped her stockings off her and we stared transfixed at the red raw Japanese symbols for Baita (whore) joro (slut) Burakumin (low class outcast) that had been branded over the acid formed scar from Jessika’s 15th century family signet ring.

Impressive psychological build up I thought to myself.

Leiko stated the rules. “Same as the Ultimate Submission website. Three rounds to submission with the winner to get fourth round fucking rights”.

With a savage cry the two women crashed into each other and sank their hands into each other’s hair. Jessika let go and slapped Leiko’s face before resuming her grip in Leiko’s hair. I was surprised with Jessika’s action because I had thought she lacked the speed to match the cat like movements of the Japanese. Leiko was stunned for a moment and then she returned the slap. The two swayed back and forth with the sound of hands hitting flesh at each slap. As they slapped and their faces contorted from the pain of the hair pulling and hits they spat and hissed out how they were going to fuck the other in round 4. Finally, they overbalanced and fell to the floor and began rolling back and forth trying to gain an advantage over the other. Their legs tangled and their dresses were forced waist high revealing Jessika’s white lacy thong and the sheer lilac thong of Leiko.

“Eiiiiiaaooooooooowwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhh,” screamed Jessika, breaking the stalemate.

With a slashing of Jessika’s calf with her high heel, Leiko had got the upper hand, and as Jessika involuntarily grabbed her bleeding calf, she pinned her and without hesitation raked her right claw across her breasts. Jessika yelled in pain.

“Hurt the gaijin, hurt her really bad,” screamed Syo.

Staining with all her might Jessika used her greater size and strength to roll Leiko over and scratch Leiko tits. Leiko screamed in pain and the two began digging their nails in wherever they could find flesh. The room filled with the sound of clothes being torn as they dug for exposed skin. Leiko tore Jessika’s black dress and her left breast popped out with the red scratch welts still visible. Jessika reached around and grabbed the back of Leiko’s blouse and tore it halfway off. As if by mutual agreement they separated to evaluate the damage given and received and discarded their torn clothing to face each other in bra and thong.

Again, as if controlled by a master switch they attacked simultaneously. Leiko, aware of Jessika’s greater strength, circled warily as Jessika tried to kick Leiko’s legs from under her. She kept missing the mark as Leiko either stepped back to avoid or moved in or sideways to minimize the damage, avoiding the full force of Jessika’s foot by taking a blow from the Englishwoman’s shin at the most. Meanwhile the Japanese woman’s accurate counter kicks were hurting Jessika and kept her off balance and unable to launch continuous attacks. A particularly savage 360 spin kick thudded into Jessika’s thigh causing her to stumble and three rapid follow up strikes had her on the ground, and Leiko leapt upon the Englishwoman to follow up her advantage.

“You got the bitch, you got her,” Syo screeched excitedly.

Although Leiko had Jessika pinned with her knees on her splayed arms and ripped off Jessika’s bra with the intent of working over Jessika’s larger tits, Jessika kept Leiko from pressing her advantage by raising and locking her legs around Leiko’s waist and scissoring her for all she was worth. Though Leiko was on top, she was soon getting the worst of it, and the pain caused her to stop her attack, and as she wriggled and twisted to break the scissors, Jessika broke the pin and grabbed her wrists and kept Leiko from breaking free and pulling away.

The muscles in Jessika’s thighs stood out like a bodybuilder’s in a pose down and Leiko shook her head violently and cried out in pain as Jessika continued to apply the pressure.

“How do you like it, you Jap slut? There are no 10 Jap men to help you here,” hissed Jessika as she continued the gut crushing leg scissors.

Leiko fought to escape, but Jessika was content to keep her there and just held on, letting the scissors do their work. As Leiko shook her head back and forth, and tried to break out of Jessika’s hold, Jessika reached up and grabbed a handful of Leiko’s hair and rolled the Japanese Tourist Operator onto her back. Pinning her hands down, Jessika bounced her arse on Leiko’s stomach a few times driving the wind out of her. It was then fairly easy for Jessika to pin Leiko’s arms with her knees, thus freeing her own hands.

Jessika viciously slapped Leiko’s face back-and-forth. With each slap Leiko’s bare legs bucked wildly in her efforts to break free and stop the pain. Syo got suddenly quiet as Jessika slid further up and clamped Leiko’s reddened face between her thighs. Leiko started screaming and her legs slapped up-and-down on the mat as Jessika dominated her by bending her hands back at the wrists.

Jessika looked up at me and gritted her teeth. Intensifying her hold on Leiko’s left wrist, Jessika rolled off to the side. Leiko shrieked and arched her back in pain. As her back came up, Jessika slipped her right leg under the Japanese woman’s waist and clamped a tight scissors across Leiko’s stomach. Having a thigh scissors back on her waist was the last thing the sore-ribbed 35-year-old needed. She suffered further as Jessika leaned back on her arms for more leverage and tightened her grip on the Japanese.

Jessika grabbed Leiko by the hair and began to reposition her legs around Leiko’s neck. In desperation born of knowing it was over if Jessika succeeded, Leiko tried to keep Jessika from clasping her ankles. Jessika leaned back even further trying to secure the hold. The two struggled this way for nearly a minute until Leiko’s frantic wriggling and sweat covered slippery body allowed her to escape from Jessika’s legs.
Free at last, Leiko limped away and tried to stand.

“Watch out,” Syo yelled. She wasn’t quick enough. As Leiko started to stagger away Jessika wrapped her in a bear hug and lifted her off the ground. Leiko howled in anguish and kicked her feet as her spine was being mercilessly crushed. When Jessika released the bear hug she collapsed, and Jessika applied a sleeper hold. Round one was finished.

Jessika came to me to me complaining. “I feel so lethargic and tired. No-one has ever broken my scissors before.”
“You’re one up. Drink some more water to keep your fluids up. Don’t go for a quick kill. She’s dangerous with those kicks, so avoid exerting yourself and take it slow till you recover. Just wear her out”, I advised as I opened another bottle of water and gave it to her.

Neither woman said a word, both knew it was survival of the fittest–no rules. But surprisingly for the still recovering Leiko, Jessika did nor rush in, but circled slowly around her. Menacing yes, but attacking no. Gathering confidence Leiko attacked first, but she telegraphed her first kick and Jessika was able to twist her hips and grabbing Leiko’s leg twisted her off balance, so she fell backwards on her back with a loud grunt as the air exploded from her. Remembering my advice Jessika paused before attacking and this gave Leiko time to regain composure and cover up well before reaching up and sweeping Jessika’s legs from under her. The two started rolling on the floor with their bodies tightly pressed together, their legs intertwined as they fought for leverage and dominance. The Englishwoman was older, but stronger and bigger than the Japanese woman and slowly gained control of Leiko. The two women had their hands clasped together and as she steadily forced Leiko’s arms down to the floor, she stretched her arms outwards and her body crushed down on the Asian, finally pinning her, content once to slowly drain her of any resistance.

Leiko cried out in desperation as Jessika enjoyed her dominance. Jessika lowered her head to look her pinned rival in the eyes and started taunting the younger woman. Leiko struggled to escape by jerking her body violently, but the product of the English upper classes was too big, too strong, too experienced. In desperation Leiko raised her head and fixed her teeth into Jessika’s left breast. Jessika’s head rolled backwards, and her jaw dropped as she screamed in pain! Leiko maintained her hand hold with Jessika, preventing the agonized older woman from using her hands for a painful few moments. When Jessika tore her hands free it was still very difficult to remove her tit from the Japanese woman’s mouth as Leiko wrapped her legs and arms around Jessica, preventing her from pushing Leiko away. When she finally did it was only momentarily as an eye gouge by Leiko gave the Japanese the chance to bite again.

Leiko rolled the writhing moaning Jessika over and get on top of the wailing Englishwoman. With a desperate, despairing punch to the face Jessika broke the bite hold and with an incredible surge of strength was able to crawl away on her back as she pushed Leiko down her body and trapped Leiko’s head between her thighs in a head scissor as she cradled her tits and tried to recover.

Leiko tried to free her head but Jessika grabbed her hands and really started squeezing her scissors hold. Leiko’s chin was right up against Jessika crotch and I thought Leiko was in trouble, and she definitely was, but she turned her head and started biting again. Jessika screamed as her legs flew open to reveal Leiko biting Jessika’s inner thigh: very, very close to her pussy. Jessika scratched Leiko’s eyes to get her to release her bite hold and quickly rolled away. Leiko was lying on her back and Jessika was lying on her side curled in the foetal position in agonizing pain.

Jessika watched Leiko get up before she also got to her feet. Jessika’s breasts had several deep, ugly bite marks that were already turning purple and her face was still contorted in pain. She continued cupping her breasts as well as favouring the leg that Leiko had bitten. Leiko looked none the worse for the wear, but she had been hurt too, and was cautious. Leiko attacked first, grabbed Jessika by the hair and yanked her head down, and held it down as she then started pulling the bigger woman in a circle. Jessika moaned as she tried to keep up and prevent her hair from being pulled out. Leiko let go and the English woman stumbled into a wall, her shoulder taking the impact. She slid down the wall and Leiko quickly moved in and kneed Jessika in the guts. The brunette gasped and retched as Jessika grabbed her hair again with both hands as she stood over the kneeling woman.

Leiko snaked her hands under Jessika’s up stretched arms and trapped the stunned woman in a full nelson before kneeing her several times to the kidneys. Leiko released the nelson and Jessika slid to the floor. Leiko stretched the topless auburn haired Westerner’s body horizontally and started jamming the heels of her feet into Jessika’s crotch as she lay back and scissored her victim. Jessika was in pain but, focused on trying to break the nelson hold through sheer strength, and the younger woman started struggling to contain the larger woman. The shrewd Japanese smartly changed her tactics and rolled Jessika over on her belly, her legs now straddling the struggling auburn-haired woman as she reapplied the full nelson. Jessika’s tits were getting flattened and crushed on the floor and as she struggled her soft breasts grew red from abrasion. Leiko slowly and carefully got up into a kneeling position, slowly bending the moaning auburn-haired woman’s back. Jessika’s back was painfully bent, her head held down and her reddened breasts swaying as Leiko systematically hurt the older woman. Finally, in a burst of strength, Jessika managed to break the full nelson and collapsed to the ground her tits flattening on impact. Jessika managed to slowly turn over on her back to face her tormentor. Leiko got to her feet quickly, and smiled wickedly at Jessika, who was definitely hurting. She lay there on her back with her knees drawn up: defenceless, her auburn hair a sweaty mess, tears of pain running down her face.

I had seen many fights but what followed next will remain with me for ever. Leiko placed her hands on the gasping Jessika’s knees and balanced into a handstand. It was only for a half second that she balanced her body motionless, but it seemed like minutes before she pushed up. It was like I was watching in slow motion. As she pushed off she straightened her left leg behind herself and drew her right foot to her arse. She arced and proceeded to drop knee extended into Jessika’s belly. This was not WWE. There was no miraculous comeback here. Jessika dry wretched and lay motionless. One each.

Round three. It was the British spirit: Waterloo, Trafalgar, the charge of the Light Brigade, Dunkirk. I wouldn’t have come out for round 3, but Jessika crawled out to do battle. But there was to be no miracle fairy tale ending. Leiko knelt down next to Jessika and began to twist her shoulder and wrist with a straight arm bar. Jessica screamed and flopped around but nothing could ease the pain as Leiko nearly pulled her shoulder out of the socket before she rolled Jessika onto her stomach and straddled her back. She applied a double chin lock and hauled back on Jessika’s neck. The future Lady Thornton-Smythe hung slackly from Jessika’s grip, just reacting with shivers and moans as Leiko jerked her head from one side to the other. Leiko paused so that Syo could get a look shot of Jessika’s face and her own beaming smile as she displayed her victim like a big game trophy.

She rolled Jessika onto her back, then stretched her out and pinned her down. Jessika was like a rag doll. She spoke to Syo and me. “I declare myself the victor. This miserable creature belongs to me and my friend this night.” With tantalizing precision, she began to peel Jessika’s thong from her sweaty body. The eyes Syo were glazed with hate and lust as Jessika’s cunt was slowly exposed…

I caught Jessika’s despairing look and stared at the floor in dejection as the sounds of Jessika’s humiliation began to be heard. Leiko spent the next few minutes fingering her victim before pinching and scratching her clit. The pain would get so intense that Jessika would fight her up to a sitting position. Each time, Leiko would pause and backhand Jessika across the face, knocking her back down, before resuming her punishment of Jessika’s cunt. All the while a wild urge was building up inside of her. Unable to resist it any longer she shoved Jessika flat on her back and straddled her face, grinding her pussy into the beaten woman’s face. She ripped her own thong off as the waves of elation began to pour through her and she reached orgasm, grinding away with her pelvis on Jessika’s face, savouring the presence of her Syo and myself, as she covered Jessika’s face with a shiny film of her juices.
Satisfied, she took Jessika’s head in her lap and loosely wrapped her legs around it. Leiko leaned back on her arms, still enjoying the last sensations of her orgasm that still lingered in her. Jessika lay naked and spread-eagled, still under the naked Japanese. Jessika caught the eye Syo. She nodded invitingly towards her victim’s cunt. Syo put on the largest strap-on I had seen and on hands and knees advanced in naked readiness onto Jessika. As she did Leiko was adjusting an even large black weapon and motioning me to leave with a dismissive wave of the hand and a whispered thank you.

Why, the thank you, you ask? Temesta, the same anti-anxiety drug that causes doziness that French father Fauviau gave his son’s 25-year-old tennis opponent Alexandre Lagardere, in July 2003 in a village game in which the prize was a leg of ham. It not only allowed his son to win but caused Lagardere’s death when he crashed driving home that evening. Jessika’s bottled water was laced with it ensuring both that she would not win and that I was assured of the Japanese tourist trade to my new Bangkok club. Yes, I was now a 50% owner of the Ownly Pussy Club where Jessika and Leiko had first fought, and with the Japanese tourists and the Aussies from the resorts I was doing the Accounting for, I would do very nicely, thank you.

Many people have asked, “How can you look at yourself in the mirror each morning”? My answer is by using my eyes.

Loc struggled furiously as Jessika’s tongue shot into her mouth. The two staggered for several seconds before the bigger Englishwoman’s weight bore the 22-year-old Vietnamese woman back to the wall. The 49-year-old Jessika’s mouth was like a sucking vacuum as her tongue whipped around inside Loc’s mouth. Loc was in trouble. Jessika’s full naked breasts were rubbing and grinding and rolling against Loc’s own smaller tilts, and she could feel Jessika’s pussy hair against her slim inner thighs as the taller, heavier and stronger woman forced her legs open and humped her loins into Loc’s crotch which was barely covered by a black micro thong. 

Jessika’s right hand slid down and cupped Loc’s wet arse cheeks, pulling her in tighter as her mouth tried to devour the young girl. Loc continued to struggle helplessly, like a fly caught in a spider’s net, but she was not strong enough. Jessika twisted the hand in her hair, forcing her head back sharply. At the same time, she took her other hand away from Loc’s arse and jammed it in between her thighs, tearing the thong off and squeezing her naked pussy mound so hard Loc’s brain seemed to boil and her body reeled in dizziness. She tried to scream but all that came out was a weak gurgling moan, and even that was silenced quickly as Jessika’s mouth slipped over hers once more.

I sat back and smiled. It all was going according to plan. Due to some unlucky bets at the Muay Thai Boxing I was heavily in debt to the sort of people in Bangkok you could not afford to be heavily in debt to. Only my offer of my best friend Jessika to sexfight a Vietnamese mother and daughter in a private showing for the Big Boss and the gamblers had got me off the hook.

Somehow I had convinced Jessika that it was an opportunity not to be missed. It was going to be easy money for her as she overpowered and then sexually exhausted two small, underfed ex refugee camp Vietnamese. Another adventure in her Asian trip which so far had led to her being the victim of a Japanese tour group after the female Tour Operator Leiko had beaten her in a cat fight thanks to illegal help from the men when Jessika was winning, the defeat of Leiko’s lesbian lover and subsequent acid scaring of her with Jessika’s family signet ring, and her defeat in another bout with Leiko due to some help from me for which I am fully ashamed, but which was necessary at the time. 

I also felt a tinge of guilt about not telling her the full reason of this fight or the fact that Loc and her 45-year-old mother Xuan were undefeated in team sexfighting in Bangkok for the past 5 years. They had arrived as boat people and being Chinese Vietnamese, they had got out of the camp by means of the young Loc marrying a 76-year-old Chinese speaking Thai. Quite a common way for the Chinese speaking young girls to get out of the camp, even more so in the Hong Kong refugee camp. Avoiding, as most Vietnamese do, the physical catfighting or Muay Thai boxing that the peasant Thai women revel in, Xuan and Loc became involved in the rich person’s sport: the sexfight betting competition where old rich men’s wives, daughters and servants competed against other men’s younger wives, daughters and servants for high stakes.

And that was where we were now. In an expensive penthouse floor dining room sitting at tables watching Jessika and Loc sexfight. The room was filled with rich Asians. Hong Kong Gangster types with their multiple girls; thick, gold chained successful Chinese businessmen flaunting their wealth, with their plain peasant wives from the time before they were rich (now expensively dressed), in attendance to stop their husbands finding a young gold-digger; sleazy looking Thai with their thin high cheeked slutty wives; uniformed generals with aviator sunglasses and young uniformed “girlfriends”, trendily dressed Vietnamese men and their dressed to kill female company; Filipino middle aged men with their scantily clad, still puffy nippled girlfriends.

Jessika Thornton-Smythe was 5 ft 11, 160 lbs, auburn haired, 36C+, 25, 38, and 49 years old, and when her mother Lady Phillipa died she would become Lady Jessika Thornton-Smythe. The sole child, she had a privileged aristocratic upbringing financed by the family estates in Norfolk. She was educated in London at the exclusive girls only Queen’s Gate School in South Kensington and also attended Mon Fertile finishing school in Switzerland. At school she had been raped by the year 12 prefects, a traditional welcoming, but by the end of the year had fucked all of them individually till they cried for mercy. One of the prefects she gained her revenge on was Camilla Shand better known now as Camilla Parker-Bowles and Jessika’s first personal bitch was Camilla’s younger sister Annabel. 

As she grew older she became an expert horsewoman and skier narrowly missing out on English selection in both, though many claim she was not selected because she would not fuck the male selection board. Anyway, this was the grounding for her exceptional leg and midsection strength and the springboard for her obsession with the gym. The debutante season for the rich and idle titled upper-class gave her further education in dominating other women. Every man that called her a lez that season received a tape of Jessika fucking/humiliating his girlfriend.

Given her lesbianism, her athleticism and delight in dominance she became involved in the underground sex and cat fight circuits taking on tough West Indian immigrants, working class Glaswegians, unemployed Yorkshire and Lancastrian women. For someone who spoke with a plumb in her mouth like Princess Anne or the Queen and called her Mum “mother” and used words like “golly” and “spiffling good show” she was capable of slumming and fighting as dirty as any of the underprivileged. Success led to Europe; the Muslim ghettos in France and Germany, the influx of willing girls from former Soviet controlled countries such as Poland, East Germany and Romania.
Her own private affairs never lasted due to the frequency with which she needed sex and her dominance. A Masochist was no use to her because she needed to make her women do something against their will, not because they enjoyed being dominated. And now I had introduced her to Asia. 

My thoughts were interrupted by Loc.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” Loc screamed, backing up against the wall as Jessika moved forward and grabbed her again, one hand gripping her silky black hair, the other going around her and spinning her around. Reaching around Jessika rubbed Loc’s pussy, then straightened a finger and forced it up between her pussy lips, driving it deep into Loc’s cunt tube. Loc could not push her hand away. With her head pulled back so sharply it was all she could do to maintain her balance, and both her hands were above her, trying to pry Jessika’s hand out of her hair.

A second finger was thrust up into her body, and both pumped in and out furiously as Jessika’s thumb searched for her clitoris, found it, and then ground down against it. Jessika pulled back suddenly, her face laughing at Loc as she shoved her back hard against the wall. She said something which Loc didn’t catch, then shoved down on her shoulders. Already dazed, Loc would probably have fallen without any help, and she went down quickly under the pressure. Then she was squatting against the wall, hemmed in by Jessika’s legs, staring into Jessika’s wiry bush. She turned her head away, trying to crawl around her but her hair was gripped again and pulled hard. She cried out weakly, the sound drowned out by Jessika’s cry of triumph.

Jessika snarled and shoved her pussy into Loc’s face, grinding her soft pussy lips and crinkly pubic hair across her mouth and nose. 

“You’ll suck me later tonight bitch” she said, in English, and then pulled Loc’s hair and as the Vietnamese gasped, she was rolled onto her back and Jessika mounted her head to toe and went down on Loc’s cunt with her tongue.

“Ohh Ohhh Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” the 22-year-old Vietnamese moaned as she came, her juices running freely and dripping off Jessika’s chin.

Looking to my right I couldn’t help noticing the Indonesian mother about 40 and her teenage daughter. My company at the table along with a Hong Kong gangster type eating noisily as his 4 street women shrieked in Cantonese for his attention. With my nose for money, I could see the clothes and jewellery next to me spelt real money. I was totally out of my league, but hell a man can look can’t he?

Two minutes later a higher squealing prolonged orgasm from Loc announced Jessika was ruthlessly destroying the slim 5 ft 2-inch Vietnamese.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeehhhhhhhhh”

It wasn’t Loc but Jessika who shrieked. While Jessika was overpowering the tiny Loc her mother Xuan had taken off her wrap around skirt, opened her cunt with her long fingers and withdrawn a 5-inch dildo concealed there. As she had crept up behind Jessika, Loc had wrapped her legs around Jessika’s head and her arms around her hips, and then Xuan had driven the oiled dildo into Jessika’s open upraised cunt and started to work it vigorously in and out. 

More guilt. Somehow I had forgotten to tell Jessika this was not a tag match: it was one against two. 

As she fucked Jessika systematically with the black thick dong, the 7 stone Vietnamese 45-year-old undid her garter straps and took off her stockings. Smiling she entwined her long fingers in Jessika’s hair and snapped her head back, simultaneously ramming the wettened dildo into Jessika’s arse hole.

The crowd who had been strangely quiet when Jessika was controlling Loc came to delight hurling abuse at the Westerner.

“Ooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh”, bellowed Jessika as she broke Loc’s hold and reached backwards to grasp the dildo. 

Xuan pounced and used one stocking to bind Jessika’s wrists behind her back, and with her daughter still clinging like a leach to the Englishwoman restricting her movements, Xuan used her other stocking to tie Jessica’s bound wrists to her ankles. Then with a yank on Jessika’s hair she rolled her over onto her back like a turtle with her bound wrists trapped between the floor and her back.

“You think you could beat a Vietnamese that easily, you fool. It was a trap, and now you pay the ultimate penalty”, Xuan gloated.

Loc took Jessika’s full breasts in her hands and started kneading her full tit flesh while Xuan spread the struggling Jessika’s knees and leant forward and began to lick and suck the English woman’s slit, pushing her tongue in between the tight pussy lips, running it up and down the pink flesh and lapping against her clit, tasting the juices that had already been formed from excitement when Jessika was controlling Loc.

Systematically, to the cheering, one sided support of the Thais and other wealthy Asians watching who were enjoying both their bet coming in (It was to be how long Jessika lasted not if she won), and a westerner being humiliated, Xuan tongue fucked Jessika cunt as she arse fucked her with the dildo. Jessika moaned as she came again and again as Xuan shifted from tonguing her to exploring her cunt and clit with her long, practiced fingers. After ten minutes Loc abandoned Jessika’s tits and proceeded to finger the now unresisting Jessika’s arse; her fingers and her mother’s working as one separated only by the wall between arse and cunt. 

The Indonesian mother had noticed my sly, surreptitious glances which were, I must admit, spending more time on her mutton (old sheet) done up as lamb looks (Aussie slang for an older woman trying to dress younger) than her pouting, tarted up daughter or the Hong Kong call girls, one of who was going down on the gangster. She stood and sat again, adjusting her skirt and crossing her legs so that I could see her thighs stocking tops and bare flesh above the stockings with the garter straps. Maybe she thought I was a rich eccentric American who liked top dress down and not show his wealth because that was how I was dressed.

Xuan gave a gasp of triumph. Her sinuous fingers had found Jessika’s soft spongy G spot and she went into overdrive quickly causing Jessika’s body to jerk like she was having an epileptic fit. I smiled. It was going to plan, and I would be off my debt.

The bell rang after 30 minutes and Xuan reluctantly withdrew her fingers slowly sucking Jessika’s juices from them as Loc straddled Jessika and teased a mild spray of piss from herself over Jessika’s body as a warning of what lay ahead.

As the Thai servant untied Jessika, I argued violently with the Thai gambling boss before returning to my seat spreading my hands to Jessika. I hoped she thought I was arguing about the rules, and not the fact I was acting pretending to be upset about the fact the beer was warm not ice cold.

There could only be one winner here tonight, so my eyes wandered, and I concentrated on glancing again at the middle aged Indonesian next to me.

Three minutes later, the second 30 minutes round started, and again Loc went out alone, far more confidently after what Jessika had just been through. But she underestimated the Englishwoman who charged her like Goldberg in the WWE taking her to the ground and quickly wrapping her up in a 69 position with Loc on top.

Xuan approached and yelled at her daughter to roll off so she could join in, but despite her best efforts, Jessika was too strong, and they remained locked in 69, head to cunt with Jessika protected from Xuan by the floor underneath and Loc on top.

“I can’t help”, wailed Xuan. “Tire the bitch so I can finish her”.

Bereft of her mother’s help Loc and Jessika went at it with the sole intention of proving who was the better woman.

Loc’s legs were over Jessika’s shoulders, her body held immobile by Jessika’s greater strength in the arms that encircled her. Jessika spread Loc’s pussy lips with her tongue and feasted on the nectar that oozed from her love hole. As her taste buds enjoyed every drop, I looked at Loc’s face. Her eyes were rolled back, she was breathing hard through her mouth and her arms were sprawled at her side. She totally loved what Jessika’s mouth and tongue was doing to her pussy.

It wasn’t one way because Jessika also enjoyed it as Loc’s tongue plundered her slit. Two women: two different methods. Loc was frantically tonguing the clit that was still engorged from her mother’s expert work while Jessika was opting for a slow build up.

She began nibbling with her lips on one of Loc’s outer labia. Her tongue was tracing the edge of her love hole, partly to catch any stray juices that had escaped her before but mostly because Loc’s pussy had so many sweet spots that she was almost certain to hit some of them. She continued to nibble, stopping short of her clit then moved her attentions to the other side of her pussy. Again, she planted butterfly kisses on the outer lip and traced her love hole with her tongue. Her progress was interrupted by an orgasm that rocked causing her to lift her head and groan with pleasure.

Returning single-mindedly to her plan she nibbled and kissed her way up Loc’s outer lip but stopped short of her clit again. Loc’s thigh muscles were jerking spasmodically, thrusting her shaven pussy into Jessika’s face and I knew she was on the responding. Again, Jessika had to break off as Loc’s had trapped Jessika’s clit between her teeth and her feverish tonguing of the tip sent electric shocks through her aristocratic body. This was rather quick, and I thought she must be unusually horny. But not as short as the time before her third. How many could she take, I thought.

“I got her mum, I’ll take her out”, Loc yelled.

Jessika moved her mouth back to the pair of lips where she had started, and this time concentrated on her inner lip. She caressed it with her tongue, swallowing the juice that was flowing freely. She started alternating between deep probing her and stimulating her clit, interrupted by her fourth and fifth orgasm before with a long wail, mostly arousal, partly fear of the arousal, Loc started cumming. Jessika held on tightly to her thighs, plastered her mouth against her love hole and thrust her tongue in as far as it would go. Loc’s thighs squeezed her head and her hands pressed Jessika’s face against her pussy as her body went into a series of shocks and spasms.

As Loc spasmed, Jessika rolled her to the wall and quickly adjusted positions so that she sat with her back to the wall, Loc held motionless, the back of her head and shoulders on the floor with Jessika’s legs crossed over Loc’s throat and Loc’s legs over her shoulder and trapped between the wall and her back. It was a variation of the classic Filipina control position with the helpless Loc’s cunt wide open in front of Jessika’s face and Jessika protected from Xuan. There could be no escape and from this position of power for the next 20 minutes Jessika tongued and fingered the defenceless 22-year-old drawing longer and stronger orgasms from her. The periods between cumming lessened as her guttural deep moans and shuddering groans intensified. 

Meanwhile the round faced, heavily made Indonesian mother next to me dropped her purse. I bent down to retrieve it at the same time as her.

“You like me better than me daughter or these Hong Kong sluts”? She questioned. I looked up from the purse to see an unbuttoned blouse exposing, as she bent to reach for the purse, 2 tits with large dark nipples laid out for exposed display on a quarter cup bra like meat on a butcher’s tray. Obviously false she had kept them about 33 or 34 but enhanced them to a D cup.

Shocked, I nodded my agreement and sat back and looked at the contest.

Finally, as Loc’s body wrenched and flopped her mouth opened and vocal cords strained but no sound came out. Her body went into seizure as Jessika almost swallowed her clit and it came. Her scream of defeat

“OOOOOOOOOOOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhh Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooooooooooooo moooooooooooooooooooooore”.

She was out of the sexfight.

Jessika thrust Loc’s inert body aside and stood like a lion over a gazelle’s carcass. Her face, neck and breasts were covered, and her hair matted from Loc’s cum. She glared defiantly and aggressively at the crowd before advancing towards Xuan. The bell but she continued her charge until restrained by two servants.

“Are you scared bitch. That was your daughter, and you are mine tonight”, she bellowed at Xuan struggling against the two holding her.

“Yes, I’m scared if you are going to hit me, cow, but for sex just bring it on”, replied Xuan. “Thai, Japanese, Chinese, Filipinas, Indonesians, I’ve beat them all.”

During the next 3 minutes rest Jessika yelled her threats at Xuan and abuse at the crowd but stopped as Xuan took a gold-plated candle holder from a nearby dining table surrounding the contest area, placed it on the floor, squatted and placed her cunt over it. Remaining in that peculiar Asian squat westerners can’t copy, she strained and slowly but steadily the 10-inch-long candlestick holder disappeared into her cunt. Her long cunt lips were like a boa constrictor mouth widening to swallow its prey. Her muscles on her taut 23-inch belly rippled as her cunt engulfed 7 inches of the monster.

With a moan of satisfaction, she reached down and removed the golden implement and rolled the still wet ornament towards Jessika in an unspoken challenge. Jessika was in a no-win situation. She could either refuse the challenge or embarrass herself by trying something she had never tried.

She ignored the candlestick holder at her feet and tried to ignore the derisive jeers of the biased onlookers.

Christ, a leg was touching mine and I could feel a 6-inch stiletto heel against my ankle. Next a hand took mine and guided it under the short skit and between her thighs, so my palm rested on her garter straps. I was guided higher. She wore no panties. It was unfair. I was a sucker for long inner cunt lips, and she had the longest set I had ever experienced dangling free from her wet gash. She guided my fingers higher and I went to work on her clit..

Back to the fight and a stripped naked Xuan had one of those body types that some would argue was too skinny, but slight was a better word. All her thinness did was show off her small but firm tits. Even at 45 she was still high breasted, with nipples that stood out even when not aroused. Tonight, they were beginning to extend at the mere thought of beating the westerner and seeing off another challenge. Her breasts were even more remarkable in that there was still not the slightest hint of sag, in spite of her age.

Xuan scanned down over her flat, hard belly to the dark, long silky pubic hair that covered her cunt. It lay in a mat and she idly ran her fingers through it to pull it out to its fullest. It was as black as her hair and continued between her legs and when she walked without panties on, she could feel it brush between her legs and it always excited her.

God, everything excited her. Since she was twelve years old, she found out that practically anything touching her skin was enough to arouse her. The first time she had an orgasm was cycling to school and the seat worked between her cunt lips. The friction between her legs as she cycled on that humid Saigon day set her clit tingling. It began to
rise, lubricated by the sweat from the humidity and her own juices and started to poke out between her cunt lips but was stopped by the leather seat. Already wet, it rubbed rhythmically against the seat, giving her what felt like tiny electric shocks each time a leg pushed down on the pedals. At the end of three blocks, she was breathing hard and could feel her nipples tight against the white traditional Ay Yao school uniform pressing against her now-swollen breasts. In the middle of the street, it hit her, and she almost passed out as the orgasm started between her legs and passed up her body. She jumped off the bike just in time as a second orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the first. Out of breath, she let her head clear and realized what had just happened. And loved it. By the time she got to school, she had three more and had to go to the girl’s room to dry herself.

From that moment on, she had found that many things could bring her to orgasm. She experimented over every part of her body and spent many a night in her room while studying, rubbing this or that to see what effect it had. One night, as she wrote out a homework assignment, her thumb and index finger on the other hand had idly slipped inside her blouse and began rubbing her nipple. Her nipples always felt as though they were connected to her clit with an electric wire. A couple of good squeezes and she got wet. A few more and her clit extended. A few more and she was breathing hard and within a minute, she came. That night, she wasn’t really aware that she was feeling herself until she stopped writing for a moment and realized she was hot and getting more worked up by the moment. As her fingers tightened on her tit, the sparks began to fly, and she began to grunt slightly as the waves of pleasure began to hit her full force. A moment later her back straightened and then curved back and she ripped open the Ai Yao top from her shoulders to expose her breasts to the coolness of the room. The other nipple hardened immediately, and she traded hands and began teasing both of her nipples, teasing them up to even greater lengths. That night they never stood any taller and were extended almost an inch. She pulled them straight out and twisted them back and forth. It hit like a wave and passed through her cunt and belly. She slumped forward on the desk. As usual, the next day she got an A on the test. 

Over the following years she increased her capacity to cum and continue cumming and this gave her one of her great sexfighting advantages plus her experimentation on her body gave her an almost inexhaustible list of ways to arouse the other woman.

With Loc now out of the event and only Xuan and Jessika to compete they were handed their new thongs; the crowd laughing and jeering as Jessica struggled to get the Asian sized pink thong past her thighs.

“Elephant” “Why put it on, Xuan will have it off you”.

Both women met in the centre of rooms on their knees to continue the match. The lights were switched off with spotlights only illuminating the contest area. The crowd was going wild encouraging Xuan. The bell rang, and the women slid around each other cautiously, neither wanted to be the first to be stripped of the thin cloth that provided some protection from the skin-on-skin friction that gave the other the upper hand. Jessika made the first move lunging into Xuan and wrapping her up a bear hug. Both women grabbed the backs of each other’s thongs and pulled them up into the arse of their opponent, trying to rip the thin cloth and draw first blood. 

Jessika felt her thong starting to give and quickly tried to break away from the Vietnamese mother, but as she moved away Xuan held on, and a tug-o-war ensued. The crowd roared its approval as Jessika, on the defensive tried to get her t-back from the grasp of Xuan who was sawing it into her cunt and arse. But Xuan had fought this way many times and held on and quickly slid in front of Jessika and locked Jessika’s head between her thighs and pulled the thong deep into her arse. Jessika sank to her stomach to try to escape, but it was too late: the pink material gave way with a loud RRIIPP!! The crowd cheered at the sight of the now naked Englishwoman as Xuan waved the tiny garment over her head to applause before tossing it away. 

Jessica acted on instinct: she rushed the Vietnamese and slid her hand inside her thong to Xian’s crotch trying to massage her pussy to life. The sudden move caught her off guard and she was knocked over and Jessika pulled the black micro thong to the side, freeing her pussy for her other waiting right hand. Xuan’s head spun as Jessika stroked, rubbed, pulled, and massaged her cunt. Her pussy was stirring; her juices were flowing and her clit enlarging. This had only happened involuntarily a few times in the Vietnamese woman’s career. She was confused as he tried to battle back.

The crowd was silent and shocked at the turn of events. Usually, Xuan had her opponent well under control by now, but this white challenger was going to be different. Xuan managed to slip out from under Jessika and roll to her stomach trying to protect her pussy. The larger stronger Jessika grabbed Xuan’s black thong and began to rip it from her toned, shiny golden body. The thong gave way and for the first time in her sex-wrestling career, the Vietnamese was stripped nude by her opponent in a bout in front of the crowd. The momentum had shifted; the crowd began to worry as the underdog pushed for the upset win. Jessika knew she had better attack while the Vietnamese champion was still at a disadvantage and quickly tried to attack. Xuan met Jessika and the two locked up in another bear hug. 

Jessika could feel the wetness of Xuan’s cunt against her sopping wet pussy (the previous work over by the mother and daughter, then the battle with Loc and now Xuan had excited her) but knew she had the Vietnamese worried. But as the two sexfighters rubbed tit to tit, thigh to thigh, and cunt to cunt, in the bear hug, Xuan regained some composure and started to grind her pussy into the white woman. She was a 100% sexfighter while Jessika was a catfighter who sexfought. Furthermore, Xuan’s constant pleasuring of her body had given her an ability to cum for longer. Jessika’s breathing was getting heavier and the feelings in her cunt were becoming more difficult to contain. Both fighters’ heads were resting on their opponent’s shoulders, and Xuan began to tongue Jessika’s neck and earlobes while increasing the speed of her humping of their pussies.

Meanwhile the Indonesian mother was cumming and forcing my finger deep into her cunt. Not once or twice but continued multiple orgasms. I glanced away from the fight to see her biting her lip to keep the sound in.

Jessika in desperation tried to go back on the attack, releasing the mutual bear grind and pulled Xuan’s left leg up, dumping the mother on her back and pinning her with a full body press. Still cunt to cunt and tit-to-tit the Vietnamese mother could see the look in Jessika’s eyes, and it was a look of lust. The westerner was turned on. Even more than she was, and with their cunts were interlocked between them. Xuan pushed up with her legs, grinding their wet, slippery cunts tighter against each other. She wasn’t sure if he could take much more without cumming hard, but she could tell that the Englishwoman on top of her was closer to cumming than she was. Suddenly Jessika tried to break away, but Xuan locked both arms around Jessika and rolled them over. 

Jessika bucked and squirmed in an effort to escape the pin, but Xuan hung on like a limpet and began to furiously hump Jessika’s cunt into submission. Jessika couldn’t escape; her arse was involuntarily humping up and down as she began to lose all control. Xuan sensed the end was near and slipped her right-hand down Jessika’s backside to her flexing muscled arse. Jessika’s eyes were half shut, and she was powerless to stop the Vietnamese mother as she felt Xuan’s long fingers glide down her crack and begin to gently massage her arsehole.

“Give it up, bitch!” Xuan taunted. “You can’t hold out. You know you want to cum. Give it up to me.! Cum on bitch, let’s see that cunt explode!” 

The tip of Xuan’s index finger slid up Jessika’s tight asshole. This, coupled with Xuan’s cunt rubbing up and down her throbbing clit, sent Jessika over the edge. Her body writhed and bucked with the intensity of her orgasm. The raw force of which caught Xuan off guard and in trying to ride it out on top of Jessika, her juicy cunt shot load after load of hot cum juices all over Jessika’s spasming cunt.

Suddenly my fly was unzipped, and my meat exposed. It quickly became rigid.

“You want to see me fight”, she whispered as she expertly started to give me a handjob.

Recovering quicker Xuan kissed Jessika aggressively, pushing her down and swarmed all over Jessika’s body. She turned her so that they were in sixty-nine position, with herself on top, and she began assaulting Jessika’s pussy so passionately that Jessika had to give in, looking up at Xuan’s wet cunt wanting to respond but overcome by the building waves of another coming orgasm. Xuan’s fingers slipped between Jessika’s arsecheeks pressing against her asshole. Then, just as Xuan’s lips closed over Jessika’s clit, one of her fingers slipped inside Jessika’s arse, driving in deep. Jessika’s whole body froze for an instant, as if an electric shock had passed through her.

“Annhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she cried out, tears squirting involuntarily from her eyes.

But the sensations were incredible. With Xuan sucking her clit and fingerfucking her arse hole, Jessika exploded in torrents of cum. The paroxysms of ecstasy wrenched and throttled her writhing body, bringing clotted cries of bliss from deep in her constricted throat. When it was over, she lay gasping for breath, her cunt and asshole throbbing in unison, wondering how she would be able to continue.

As Xuan continued to eat the unresisting Jessika, her daughter Loc gave a vaginal sucker (www.vaginalsucker.com) to her mother who her attached it to her cunt and used the vacuum pump to swell her cunt and clit to an abnormal size. Then she swung Jessika around and stuck her legs past Jessika’s sides and inched forward. Xuan’s small firm tits with their monstrous erect nipples pushed against the inside of Jessika’s thighs and as she pulled Jessika forward, their wet pussies slowly pushed together again. 

Jessika’s were still swollen and slick from the sexfight’s earlier activities, but Xuan’s were huge from the vacuum pump and her lips slid over Jessika’s cunt. They fitted together as Xuan leaned back on her elbows and began to lift her arse up and down. Their lips continued to slide over each other and fresh cum began to flow from both of them. Suddenly, Jessika felt something hard between her lips and it kept growing. 

“Feel it bitch. I’m going to fuck you raw with my clit.”

It was now up in Jessika’s cunt, a thick unwelcome protuberance. Xuan’s hips were moving with a life of their own and her head was leaning back as she fucked. Their cunts pushed together and suddenly, Jessika bucked too hard and the clit pulled free and ran back into her arse crack and poked at her sphincter. She shuddered and trembled. It was so wet back there that Xuan felt no discomfort, just an even stronger need to thrust. 

“She pulled Jessika forward again and pushed. Her clit slipped back inside. She pulled back and it slid up her crack again. Back and forth, back and forth, from the bottom of her pussy to her splayed open asshole. Her own hips were lunging and twisting as her fingers worked on Jessika’s arse. On one of the stokes she kept it open and suddenly, the thick, enhanced clit slid up inside Jessika’s arse.

I was close to cumming when suddenly the Indonesian’s husband arrived. A bloody Police Commander with those starched, crisp, iron pleated shirts and trousers that look like they are changed every five minutes. Yes. and a pistol in his holster longer than my cock. My hard-on disappeared in a second. But at least the fight was going to script and my debts would be cleared.

Jessika’s eyes popped open and she gasped. “Nooooooooooooo.” But Xuan was in total control and sat up, her clit still in Jessika’s arse and she started to use her fingers on Jessika’s cunt. 

Ohhhhhhhhhh Gooddddddddddd I’m coming…” Jessika wailed.

The hand was touching me again. This time it was slick and wet with her own cum and despite my efforts my cock was hardening. Didn’t this woman know I was scared.

Xuan’s butt was banging away relentlessly on Jessika’s arse and her clit was reaming out her asshole while her fingers of one hand teased her clit and the other hand’s fingers entered and found Jessika’s G spot again. Jessika futilely struggled to fight, but felt another orgasm building in spite of efforts. All she knew was that her clit was on fire and the friction on her pussy and the probing of her arse was getting her hotter than she had ever experienced. Her arse tightened even more, and she came in a succession of gut wrenching, soul destroying. climaxes at the hands and clit of the Vietnamese.

Her body gave way and she slumped inert on the floor. It was over.

She started to mouth the words of defeat.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiii gii”iiiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvvvvv”.

She never finished as the Viet woman had quickly moved to face sit her and muffle her cry of defeat.

“I’ve won and now I’ll humiliate you before I let you call out”, she hissed into her ear.

She stood up to admire her handiwork. Jessika lay writhing and moaning on the floor. She stepped back so all could see the result and she could enjoy their plaudits before returning to humiliate the Westerner.

Stepping back, she placed her foot on the discarded candlestick holder she had used earlier which rolled under her sweat covered sole like a roller skate. Like a cartoon character she went up and down in slow motion landing and striking her head on the floor.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. Her hit the floor in a succession of thuds each smaller than the other. She was out cold. It was like a WWE scene as two fighters tried to recover before the 10 count. 

It was Jessika who was first to rebound and she crawled across to the slowly stirring Xuan and wrapped her up in the Filipina control position. With the back of her head, neck and shoulder blades pinned to the floor by Jessika’s sitting leg scissors, the small of her back pressed against Jessika’s tits and the back of her thighs resting on Jessika’s shoulders, she was trapped, and Jessika started to eat the wide open, still swollen cunt that lay unprotected in front of her face.

The crowd roared its disapproval, screaming for a non-result because of Xuan’s trip and fall, but Jessika continued to probe with her tongue and fingers. Her own nipples were rock hard but now Xuan was beginning to pant.

“I’m going to come. Oh, God, that’s good. Oh, Oh, Ungh, Unch, Unnnnnnnnnnnn.” 

She started to shake and came hard. Jessika pulled her head away and watched. Her own body was shaking from what had gone before and the fact she knew she was in control. Xuan’s swollen cunt convulsed as she came. Jessika put her head down and started sucking on Xuan’s clit again. She groaned and groaned as pleasure surged through her body. 

“Shit. Oh, shit. Suck it. Oh, suck it.” She was on fire. Jessika ‘s own excitement grew again. Xuan began tossing her hips and moving her head from side to side. Jessika fondled Xuan’s arsehole. The smell of hot cunt filled the room and Xuan began to cry out as she came again. A finger slipped inside the inner fold and found her wet clit. As soon as it brushed by, Xuan arched up off Jessika and came, groaning loudly and grunting as the waves of pleasure gripped her stomach and interrupted her breathing.

I lost my own battle and my cock exploded in the Indonesian’s hand.

But everything has an end and even Xuan’s ability to cum was no exception. Forty minutes later she gasped and managed to moan.

“I giiiiiiive. Oooooooooooh Nooooooo mooooooooooooooooore”.

It was over. Jessika had won. But not the result the Big Boss wanted. He wanted a victory by the mother after Loc was beaten. I was still in debt and I had an Indonesian woman holding my cum covered cock while her husband with a handgun bigger than Dirty Harry’s sat 2 seats further away with only his daughter between him and his wife.

The End

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