Vietnamese Thuy's 580 Visa

It was no modern efficient corporation. The office was a small, cramped space with walls lined with shelves of unorganized audit records. Behind a cluttered desk sat the owner of this one-man business, a balding, overweight Australian accountant. His nameplate read 'Gregory Banks'. He was going through the motions of his work, his mind elsewhere on his financial problems and his lack of sex.

The door opened and a demure, shy young Vietnamese woman, Thu, stepped in. Unusually for a Vietnamese, she was conservatively dressed and lacked that confident, 'look at me' attitude. The 23-year-old had arrived in Melbourne the day before, with her life changed by the desperate deal her family had struck with the man who was her 580 visa sponsor and now her boss. Her heart raced as she handed over the fake academic records she had been provided with.

Greg barely glanced up from his paperwork at the thin, plain-faced bespectacled Vietnamese. "So, you're the one," he said, "You'll start tomorrow. Be here tomorrow at 9 AM sharp." She slid the envelope filled with cash across the table. "And remember, your visa is tied to my business."

The next week was a mixture of tedious administrative work and awkward silences. Thu worked hard to keep up with the demands of her new role. She had to repay her family's debt that got her here. On Friday Greg called Thu into his private office. She felt a twist of anxiety in her stomach as she approached his desk. "We have a problem," he said.

"A problem?" she queried.

"Yes, I can't afford to go to the striptease so take off your blouse and bra," he said. Thu was stunned but couldn't refuse. She hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. She was not like that, had only one boyfriend for a month and he had disappeared with her savings and virginity. She knew she was not attractive. "Now," he demanded.

She thought of how much money her parents had scrimped and saved for this opportunity for her. Her hands trembled as she complied, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and slipping off her bra. She felt embarrassed and disgusted as she slipped off the garments and let them fall to the floor. Greg's eyes flickered up, unemotionally appraising her plain body. "Good," he said, "Now, sit down where I can watch you working."

Over the next few weeks, Greg's demands grew more explicit and more frequent. He would have her strip totally and parade in front of him displaying her newly shaved pussy. Gradually fascination with what he wanted mixed with her disgust and confusion from her shyness and lack of experience. She was trapped by the invisible chains of debt, unsure of how to escape Greg's ever-increasing hold.

One day, Greg took it a step further, pointing to a semi-transparent blouse and a micro mini skirt on the chair next to his desk. "Wear these," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Thu's face flushed with embarrassment as she put on the flimsy outfit, feeling the fabric cling to her body and exposing most of it. He also handed her a pair of extremely high heels, the kind that made walking a challenge for even Vietnamese exhibitionists. "And no underwear," he added, his eyes gleaming with power.

With shaking hands, she complied, removing her bra and panties and slipping into the heels. The skirt barely covered her: her butt cheeks base visible when she walked. She felt cool air brush against her pussy with every step she took towards Greg's desk. She sat down, her legs spread apart by the heels, giving her boss an unobstructed view of her naked slit. Greg shifted his gaze to her blouse and saw the shape and colour of her dark nipples.

He leant back in his chair, his eyes lingering on her body, taking in every inch of her. He undid the button of his trousers and lowered the zipper. Thu's eyes grew wide as she saw his cock for the first time. It was at least twice as long and far thicker than her ex-boyfriend's. He began to stroke it slowly, his hand moving steadily to make it larger.

Her heart raced as she watched him pleasure himself. The sight was repulsive but she couldn't stop watching. She was frozen, unable to tear her gaze from the bulging veins and the cockhead darkening as he stroked faster, his breath growing more ragged. With a deep, guttural groan, Greg reached his climax. A thick rope of cum shot out of his cock, arcing through the air and landing with a wet splatter on her blouse. She flinched as the warm, sticky liquid soaked through the fabric and onto her skin. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, an amused smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of Thu, cum splatted in front of him.

Thu felt it was over as Greg leaned back in his chair and wiped his hand on a tissue. Then, "We're going out," he announced, his tone brooking no argument. "We need to celebrate our arrangement."

Thu's eyes darted to the open blouse and the skirt that barely covered her. "But I can't go out like this," she protested, her voice small and trembling. "I'm not dressed for..."

"You're dressed perfectly," Greg cut her off, as he waved the 580 Visa in her direction. The reality of her situation hit her: she had to do it. She followed Greg out of the office and at the large, crowded Melbourne Central shopping mall she felt every eye on her. The micro mini skirt barely covered her, and she was painfully aware of her semi-uncovered pussy.

They approached an escalator, and Thu took a deep breath, carefully stepping onto the moving staircase trying to cover as much as possible. As they ascended, she felt the cool air caress her thighs, the pleated flaring lower 7 inches fabric below the 2-inch waistband of the skirt riding up, showing more of her naked flesh with every step. She kept her eyes straight ahead, not daring to look down at the people below them.

Greg's hand was behind Thu, guiding her, controlling her every move via his palm on the small of her back. When they reached the bottom, Greg made no move to move away from the escalators. Instead, he steered her back up. The skirt flapped as they ascended, the fabric rising to reveal the naked flesh of her slit, a prominent oyster when viewed from behind as the moving stairs proceeded upwards. Thu's face burned with humiliation, the eyes of the crowd behind her seemingly glued to her exposed sex.

When they stepped off the escalator again, Greg's body pressed into hers, his erection unmistakable through his slacks. She felt it briefly against her upper thighs, sliding over the back of her pussy before coming to rest along her arse crack as they disembarked. The sensation was a reminder of his control.

A coffee shop was a haven from the crowded mall. There Greg bought them both cafe lattes and Thu felt a brief flicker of relief. Perhaps my ordeal is over she thought. But her relief was short-lived as Greg directed her to an outdoor table with a clear glass top. As she sat down, she saw the distorted image of herself in the skirt that barely covered her slit. Greg had her pussy on display for anyone to see through the glass.

Without warning, Greg leaned across and lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her completely to anyone who glanced that way. "Open your legs, Thu," he said, "I'm sure there are plenty who'd like to see." She stiffened, humiliated when she felt the fabric slide past her thighs. She glanced around, desperately hoping no one was looking, but she noticed the eyes of shoppers on her, the occasional sly glance or blatant stare.

Greg took his time with his coffee, sipping it slowly and savouring every moment of her discomfort. More and more people began to stroll by: their footsteps slowing as they caught a glimpse of Thu's bare exposed slit. Some pretended to be on their phones, others dropped items as if by accident, all to get a better look at the Asian woman displaying her naked cunt.

Greg reached out with a pocket knife and sliced through the buttons of her blouse with a quick movement. The fabric fell apart, leaving her breasts barely contained by the tightened material. He grabbed the flaps of the blouse and tied them under her small tits, creating a makeshift top that clung to her like a second skin. Cool air hit her exposed flesh, causing her nipples to harden into hard peaks. She could see the outline of her areolae through the fabric, a dark brown that stood out against her skin.

Again, they paraded through the mall, Greg's hand firmly on her arm. Thu felt every eye was on her, the heat of their stares burning into her. She tried to keep her quim covered, but the skirt was unforgiving. Each step she took caused it to ride up, exposing more of her shaven mound. She could feel the beginnings of her arousal, despite the horror of the situation.

They passed by a store with a mirrored window, and Thu caught a glimpse of herself. Her breasts jiggled slightly with every step, the makeshift top doing little to hide them. She saw the reflection of a young couple, the man's eyes glued to her exposed sex, the woman's expression a mix of disgust and anger at her man for looking.

Greg steered her into an elegant lingerie boutique where the owner was a sleek, sophisticated 40-year-old Chinese woman with dark hair pulled back into a tight bun and crimson lips that curved into selling mode when she saw them. "What can I help you with today?"

"Show me the latest range," Greg replied. Sensing a sale, the Chinese woman's smile grew wider as she moved to the back of the store. She returned with a few items that were sheer and they left nothing to the imagination. Greg studied them with a critical eye. "No, no, those won't do," he said, shaking his head. "We need something from the top shelf. You know, the special customer stuff from Europe."

The woman's predatory smile grew larger. She disappeared into the back again, returning with a small, velvet-covered box. She placed it on the counter with a flourish, the fabric parting to reveal a set of lingerie that was pure seduction. The bra was a complex web of black lace and silver chains, designed to expose more than it covered. The thong was a mere strip of material that would leave her arse and cunt barely covered.

"My woman would like to wear something more revealing." He leaned closer, his erect cock pressing into Thu. "An exposed-breast quarter bra, for instance." The words sent a shiver down Thu's spine. Displayed in public and now this.

The woman's smile grew larger as she disappeared into the back of the store once more. This time, when she returned, she carried a handful of hangers draped with what looked like a collection of material scraps rather than actual garments. The first set was a deep, blood-red ensemble that covered hardly anything: the bra would lift and expose her tits like fruits ripe for picking. The thong was even more minuscule than the last.

Next was a shimmering black number that seemed to be more about restraint than coverage. The bra was a latticework of leather and lace that would force her breasts into a display that was both painfully uncomfortable and unmistakably erotic. The thong was a 'V' that would leave her sex entirely bare, with not even a tiny patch of fabric to protect her modesty.

It went on. A bra had cups that were practically non-existent, just a few swathes of lace that would only cover her tit under base. Another thong was a thin strip of fabric that would disappear between her cheeks, leaving cunt open for all to see. All were similarly minute with disproportionate prices. Greg selected 3 sets: ones that would make her look like a slut. Greg accompanied this by pressing his still-hard cock into her back. "Yes," he murmured, "These suit you." Thu felt a strange warmth spread through her, a mix of self-disgust and a surprising thrill at his choices.

As they left another Chinese woman entered: a similar age to the owner but dressed in far cheaper clothes. It was obvious they were friends, probably relatives, from the way they talked animatedly. Finally, the owner gave her $200 and sent her packing.

Back at the coffee shop, Greg repeated their earlier performance but as they sat down, his grip on her skirt didn't loosen. Instead, he pulled it higher, exposing her fully to the world once more. "You see, Thu," Greg said, "You may think you're not pretty or sexy, but there's something about you that makes men want you. That's what's so fucking hot." His words made her hate herself more for being pleased by his praise not for hating the actual performance she was part of.

This time, though, she didn't close her eyes. Instead, she took a deep breath and made eye contact with the men who passed by, watching them from under her lashes. The power she felt grew as she saw their hungry gazes devour her, their eyes widening with shock and lust.

They left the coffee shop and began their slow stroll through the mall once more. Greg's cock was rock hard against her back, and she couldn't help but press back into it slightly, feeling a strange sense of pride at her ability to arouse him. She had never felt like this before, being an object of desire. As she pushed back, the skirt riding up even higher, she felt a thrill run through her body, one that was definitely not accompanied by revulsion.

Thu's heart was racing, but she found herself actively seeking out the glances of men as they passed by. She dropped her purse three times, each time 'accidentally' in front of a couple. Each time, the man's eyes would flicker down to her exposed pussy, only to be snapped back to his partner with a look of guilt when she glared at him.

Back at the office, Greg wasted no time. He spun her around, his hands roughly grabbing her waist and pushing her back onto his desk. He yanked her skirt up to her stomach, exposing her fully to him. Thu's heart raced. Despite the revulsion she felt for him, she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of his monstrous cock filling her.

Greg leaned in, his eyes burning into hers, and kissed her. It was a gentle kiss, almost tender, a stark contrast to the impersonal, controlling way he had been treating her. She was surprised by the softness of his lips and found herself responding, her own lips parting slightly as she felt his tongue probe hers.

He pulled away, his eyes searching hers for any sign of resistance. Finding none, he arranged her on the desk. He spread her legs wide, the tiny fabric of her skirt riding up above her waist and bent his head between her thighs. Thu gasped as she felt his warm breath on her sex, a sensation she had never experienced before. In her limited sexual encounters with her Vietnamese man, she had been taught that her role was to satisfy him in a quick 3-minute fuck, not the other way around.

With gentle strokes of his tongue, Greg began to explore her slit folds. Thu felt her body respond in ways she never knew possible. Her shyness and inexperience melted away as he coaxed her body to life, teasing and tasting until she was wet and ready. Her hips bucked involuntarily, pushing her pussy against his mouth and mewling her arousal.

Her first orgasm took her by surprise, a sudden crash that washed through her like a wave. Her body arched off the desk, her nails digging into the wood as she gasped out Greg's name. But instead of stopping, Greg only increased his efforts, his tongue dancing and swirling over her clit sending her berserk. She felt another orgasm building and wanted it.

It came with a gush of wetness that she couldn't stop. She realized she was squirting, something she had never done before. She heard her juices spattering on the desk and she squeezed cunt muscles, trying to stop it but she couldn't. Greg, however, didn't miss a beat. He lapped up her cum stream with a hungry moan, his eyes never leaving hers. Thu couldn't believe what she was seeing: his face at her slit, his mouth open, swallowing her cum like it was top-shelf whiskey.

He pulled away again, his face wet with her juices As he dropped his trousers and his hard cock quivered, Greg thought to himself, 'This is so easy. The carrot and the rod. A delicate balance of brutal authority and loving tenderness. She'll be mine soon, my sex slut, eager to please.' He smiled and carried Thu to the low sofa and placed her on it doggie style, ready to be taken by his cock.

Thu felt his hands on her hips, his cock pressing against her. She tensed, remembering the few unpleasant times her ex-boyfriend had used her and how painful and unsatisfying it had been. Perhaps she had been uptight, perhaps she wasn't aroused, perhaps her cunt was too small to take a cock. But again, she was surprised when Greg started his doggie-style fuck.

His cock head nudged at her entrance, and she braced herself for the pain she was expecting. But instead of pushing hard and forcing himself into her, he took his time, gently coaxing her cunt to accept him. The head of his cock was wide, thick and blunt, but as he worked it past her lips, she felt a strange sense of fullness that didn't hurt but instead made her want more. He pushed slowly, letting her accommodate his size.

It was all new to Thu and when she felt his lower belly press against her arse, she gasped. He was fully inside her, and it was as if his cock had been made to fill her perfectly, its length and thickness stretching her in a way that was so good. Thu had only ever seen cocks like Greg's on the internet: the kind of porn that made her feel guilty and convinced she couldn't take a cock that inhumanly large from men that were always rough and demanding. Yet here she was, impaled on one that was bigger than most professional porn stars had.

Greg took his time, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that she found soothing. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, a complete contrast to his previous behaviour. "Good girl," he murmured, "You're doing so well." His praise was like a drug, and she needed more. With each stroke, she felt herself bonding with him, her body betraying her with moans she couldn't contain.

Thoughts filled Greg's head. He was pleased that she responded so easily to the carrot and stick / goodcop-badcop routine. Hash commands and praise worked and she had started her slut journey far quicker than he imagined. True, he was surprised she had taken his gentle entry first time up, but she was an average fuck only and clearly inexperienced. She was not attractive like that Chinese woman in the lingerie shop or even the relative who entered later but it was a start.

She also gave him the cheap worker he needed and the cash from her parents was a godsend. An acrimonious divorce caused mainly by his addiction for Asian prostitutes and gambling had left him very short of funds. He just needed time. He had the perfect idea to get money: one of his tailored tax deduction schemes for overseas property investment purchases. Almost legal, well a least not worth the Government taking it on in a high cost / doubtful result legal challenge. The Asian bitch in the lingerie shop would be a perfect go-between but he knew she would have nothing to do with a sleazy-looking slob like him.

Greg concentrated on the present. "Thu, I have never felt cunt muscles like yours. My cock loves every squeeze you give it.' She squeezed her cunt muscles and her face screwed up. Seeing her contorted face he groaned even though he felt perhaps a little touch on his cock. Thu moaned with pride.

He took one of her trembling hands, placing it on her lower belly. "Feel that?" he whispered, his breath hot in her ear. She nodded, overwhelmed with arousal. His cock was sliding in and out of her like a piston, the friction causing her clit to quiver and pulse. She could feel the fullness of him inside her, the way her cunt stretched around his baby-maker.

With a firm yet gentle grip, Greg guided her hand down, pressing her fingers against her throbbing clit. "Play with it," he instructed, and she couldn't resist. This act was too taboo, too forbidden for her innocent mind. But now, with his cock buried deep inside her she was eager to obey.

Her touching grew more frantic as she circled her clit, the pleasure building with each stroke. Greg thrust into her faster, his grunts exploding with each plunge. Thu's hips moved in sync with him, her pussy clenching around his cock in a silent plea for more.

As her orgasm approached, she could feel the muscles in her stomach tighten and her breath come in short, sharp gasps. She closed her eyes, lost in a cauldron of pleasure, her hand moving faster and faster over her clit. Greg's voice grew louder, his praise turning to pleas as he urged her to come for him. "Yes," he groaned, his hips slapping against her arse, "Come for me, Thu. Show me how much you love this."

Her hand moved in a frenzy, her fingers slipping and sliding in the wetness that was building between her legs. She had never felt like this. It was as if all her inhibitions had been shattered, leaving a new Thu. And then it happened: her body convulsed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming around Greg's cock as she screamed out his name. The pleasure was so intense she didn't even realise that Greg's orgasm was ripping through him.

He pulled out, cum pouring from her cunt to coat the back of her thighs. Thu lay there, panting and trembling, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of pleasure. Greg took a moment to admire his handiwork as Thu lay sprawled out on the sofa. He couldn't believe how easily she had succumbed to his will, how quickly she had gone from a shy, chaste girl to the beginnings of a slut. And he intended to make her a total slut.

Ten minutes later he lay beside her with his cock rock hard despite having cum. He had popped a Viagra pill just before they had left the mall, knowing that he would need to recover quickly. The little blue pill was his secret weapon, ensuring he could take her again. He leaned over, his hand tracing the curve of her waist, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Ride me, Thu," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you love this." He didn't have to ask twice. She straddled him, her trembling legs managing to support her body. As she lowered herself onto his already hard-again cock, he watched the expressions play out on her face, the shock giving way to something else, something that made him smile.

Thu felt his cock slide into her, filling her again, and she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips. She began to move her hips, tentatively at first, unsure of what she was doing. But Greg's hands were guiding her, his thumb brushing over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. "Just like that." His fingers dug into her hips, urging her to go faster, to take more of him. She obeyed, her body moving almost by itself as she found a rhythm that made her groan. Their bodies slapped together and she felt his cock swell and his grip on her tightened as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

Her next orgasm exploded. It was like an electric shock and her body spasmed uncontrollably as she cried out in response. Greg's cock felt even bigger inside her, his movements more urgent and demanding. He groaned against her neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh as he matched her movements.

Thu's pussy clenched around his cock in a desperate attempt to make it last. She felt his hands tighten on her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her down harder onto his cock. He was relentless, his strokes deep and powerful, each one drawing her closer to cumming. She couldn't believe what was happening: couldn't believe she could receive so much pleasure from something that morning she thought so wrong.

Her next two orgasms went through her like an out-of-control freight train and her body arched and threw her head back screaming. Her pussy clamped his fuck meat like a vice, her walls pulsing around his thick cock. Greg groaned, his own climax building as he watched her come apart in his arms. He could feel her juices flooding his cock, the warm wetness of her pleasure coating his shaft as she rode out waves of ecstasy. It was a good day's work at the office.

Finally, they both collapsed, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. For a moment, Greg felt something akin to tenderness towards the creature he had created. But it was fleeting, replaced by the cold, hard reality of his situation. He needed more money, and Thu was not his ticket to it.

That night, Greg took her to dinner at a 56th-floor Chinese restaurant in the heart of Melbourne. Spending money was always easy. Getting it was harder. He told Thu to dress similarly to that morning, but this time she did so with a sense of pride rather than fear. She was not the same Thu as before.

Greg had chosen a short, tight black nightclub dress that accentuated her lack of underwear and had matched it with a pair of stilettos that made her legs seem to extend forever. Her hair was blow-dried in loose waves, and her makeup was overdone, giving her the beginnings of a slut look. She strutted into the restaurant on Greg's arm, her head held high, a stark contrast to the nervous wreck she had been at the mall.

The moment they were seated, Greg was troubled by the familiar face of one of the waitresses. He had to remember faces as he had so many creditors chasing him. When they were being ushered out when the restaurant closed, he remembered. She was the relative of the Chinese female lingerie shop owner. Small world he thought. They were the last customers and waited alone for the lift to reach the 56th floor. They entered. A voice called out to hold the lift and he kept the door open and the Chinese relative entered. She did not recognise them from the morning as she had been arguing with her relative. A thought took root in Greg's mind.

He leaned into Thu's ear. "I'm taking a risk telling you one of my forbidden fantasies," he whispered. "Take off your skirt and masturbate in front of this old Chinese bitch. I want her to see what a real Asian woman looks like." Thu's heart skipped a beat, the request more shocking than anything he had asked of her so far, but one that made her proud. She glanced over at the woman, who was ignoring them, busy checking her phone.

Thu's hands trembled as she reached down and wriggled the short, clinging dress up to her hips, exposing herself to the cold, impersonal gaze of the security camera above. She knew she could do it. Knew she could make Greg proud. The Chinese woman, still absorbed in her phone, was unaware of the performance beginning in the confined space of the elevator. Thu's hand moved between her legs and she began to rub her wet cunt and clit.

The elevator's descent was slow as at this hour it worked on half power. The soft ding of each floor passing by matched the rhythm of her fingerwork. She couldn't believe what she was doing, couldn't believe that she was doing it in front of a stranger, couldn't believe that she was doing it because Greg had told her to.

The Chinese woman looked up from her phone, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Thu's exposed pussy and her hand playing with her cunt. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, only a soft, shocked gasp. Greg leaned back stopping access to the floor buttons, his own hand casually stroking his hard cock.

Thu could see the woman's disgust at her actions. The elevator continued its slow descent, each floor seeming to take an age, and steadily Thu's confidence and arousal grew. Her grunts grew louder, her breath coming in ragged pants as she worked her clit. She was a new woman, Greg's woman.

Thu felt Greg's hand on her back, his other hand guiding hers to rub faster, harder. Knowing the woman was watching quickened the arrival of her climax. Her breath grew ragged as it neared, her cunt responding to her fingers. With a howl she came, her body spasming as she squirted for the second time, both that day and in her life. She didn't try to hold it back, didn't even attempt to be discreet. Instead, she spread her cunt lips wide, letting her warm, sticky liquid spray out onto the elevator wall, watching as it slid down to pool around her stilettos.

The Chinese woman's eyes were still wide with shock and repulsion, but Thu didn't care. The power of her own body's response to Greg's command had taken over, and she revelled in it. As the lift dinged and the doors slid open, she leant back against the lift wall, her legs spread wide, her pussy still throbbing from the aftermath of her orgasm.

The Chinese woman stumbled out of the elevator and hurried away. "You see, Thu," Greg said in a satisfied voice, "You're a natural. You just needed the right encouragement."

As they exited the building and approached the exit, Greg spotted the Chinese woman from the restaurant. She was hurrying towards the exit, her eyes downcast, no doubt still shocked from what she had just witnessed. Greg remembered the desperation in her eyes from her pleading with her relative, and he knew exactly how to play it.

He steered his battered car to pull up alongside her and roll down the window. "Hey," he called out. She stopped, her heart racing, unsure of what to do. "Remember me from the restaurant?" he leered, holding up a wad of crumpled bills. "I've got a little proposition for you. One thousand bucks if you let me watch you and Thu have a bit of fun together." The Chinese woman's eyes widened, and she took a step back, shaking her head in horror.

Greg stepped out of the car. "Come on," he cajoled, "You know you want it. And you could use the money, right?" He knew he had her, the desperation in her eyes was unmistakable. He held the money out, watching as her gaze flickered between the cash and Thu, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

The Chinese woman's hand trembled as she reached for the money, her mind racing with the implications of what she was about to do. She had been with women a couple of times, but they were Chinese acquaintances. However, the thought of the debts she could pay off: the rent and power bills, was too tempting to resist. She nodded her agreement.

The three of them made their way to her cheap-rent government housing. Thu sat beside Greg, her thoughts swirling with a mix of dread and excitement. The idea of lesbian sex was something she had never considered, something that was absolutely wrong in her upbringing. Yet here she was, being encouraged into it by Greg, the man who had so quickly turned her world upside down and part of her wondered how to make love to a woman and if she would enjoy it.

When they arrived, Li Wang told them to wait outside while she changed. Greg took the opportunity to whisper in Thu's ear, "You know what to do. Make it good for her but show her you are better." His breath was hot and excited, his hand squeezing her thigh with a possessive grip. Thu nodded, her heart racing as she climbed out of the car.

The door to the government flat opened, and Li greeted them, her body covered, if you could call it that, in a tiny open front thong that framed her prominent long-lipped, shaved love box. It was obvious it had come from her sister's shop and something she hadn't had the opportunity to wear before.

Greg's eyes followed the Chinese woman as she walked away from them, his gaze lingering on the sway of her hips. He licked his lips in anticipation, his cock already standing at attention. As she disappeared into the bedroom, he turned to Thu. "Take off your clothes. I want to see you in action," he whispered.

Despite her nerves, Thu did as she was told. She felt a strange thrill, knowing she could make Greg's cock throb just by fulfilling his wishes. She watched as he undid his belt, his pants falling to the floor to reveal his thick, hard cock. The sight of it made her stomach clench, a possessiveness bubbling up inside her, knowing it was hers.

Li returned from the bedroom, her body a contrast to Thu's. She was shorter, with breasts that were larger than Thu's thick, hard nipples and a flat, tight belly. Her shaved pussy was framed by four, long, dangling inner lips that made Greg's mouth water. He couldn't help but compare them, his eyes roving over each of them in turn, mentally cataloguing their flaws and assets. Thu was leaner, with a face that was almost pretty, if not for the slightly crooked nose and her thick-rimmed glasses. Her tits were small matching her thin frame, but her legs were long for an Asian and shapely. Her cunt, though, was something else entirely. It was thick and meaty, with lips that begged to be spread wide.

Li looked at Thu as Thu stripped, gaining confidence as she realised her body and face, even though 15 years older, were superior and she thrust her still firm tits forward when she saw Greg thought that as well. Then she saw Greg's cock and her eyes widened, transfixed by Greg's cock, so different to his otherwise unassuming appearance. Its sheer size was overwhelming and she couldn't not feel horny when she thought of her own ex-husband's less-than-impressive member. Greg's mushroom-shaped head looked almost painfully large, the veins along its length bulging with the promise of a fierce, demanding fuck. She envied Thu who would be taking it that night.

Greg gestured to the bed. Thu took a tentative step towards Li, her heart racing. She had never been with a woman before, never even thought about it. But here she was, about to have sex willingly, if nervously because of her inexperience, with this stranger because Greg had told her to.

Li stepped closer, her larger tits pressing against Thu's, emphasizing the greater size of her nipples compared to Thu's. Thu could feel the heat emanating from Li's body and could smell the faint scent of her arousal. Without a word, Li reached up and cupped Thu's cheek, tilting her head back to claim her mouth with a deep, searching kiss.

Thu's eyes fluttered shut as she felt Li's tongue force its way into her mouth pushing her tongue aside to start dominating. Her body responded instinctively, her arms wrapping around the Chinese woman's waist as they kissed passionately. Greg watched from the sidelines, stroking his cock slowly as he took in the scene before him.

Li's hand snaked down Thu's body, her fingers slipping into the cavern of Thu's pussy. Li had done this and received this before, and soon, Thu was squirming against her, her cunt slick and aroused. The sounds of their kisses grew muffled as Li's thumb found Thu's clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles that had the Vietnamese gasping for breath.

Thu experienced a rush of wetness as her body responded to Li's experienced touch. She had never been with a woman, but she found herself eagerly playing catch up. Her own hand mirrored Li's movements, exploring the Chinese woman's slit and discovering her throbbing clit.

Their breathing grew ragged as they worked each other, standing in the dimly lit room, accompanied by the sound of their kisses and the slap of their bodies. Thu's climax built, her pussy tightening around Li's fingers as Li's tongue twisted like a serpent, slithering into Thu's mouth, tasting her arousal. Thu moaned, the sound muffled by their kisses, as Li's thumb controlled her clit. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Thu shuddered and came and Li Wang took her down onto the bed and locked them in 69. Her tongue, not her figures, now pleasured Thu's slit who climaxed again before she overcame her mental taboo of eating another woman's love box and used her tongue to both explore and taste the older woman's cunt

Li's pussy had a different taste to Greg's cock, which was Thu's only point of oral comparison. Her tongue explored Li's quim, the taste of the Chinese woman's arousal sending pleasure through her taste buds and body. Li's pussy was tight and very wet, and Thu felt a sense of achievement when she heard Li's moans grow louder.

Meanwhile, Li's tongue was working on overtime rates, her tongue and teeth teasing and nipping Thu's clit and her inner labia. The sensations were intense and Thu found herself bucking her hips, pushing herself deeper into the Chinese woman's mouth. She knew Greg's eyes were on them, watching them with a hungry gaze that only served to heighten her arousal and that was fatal as she came twice in succession covering Li Wang's face with cum.

Thu gasped as she felt a sudden pressure at her arse, and realized that Li had inserted two fingers into her virgin arsehole. The sensation was foreign, but it added to the intensity of being eaten and immobilised her and she came, grunting then wailing. It was all the Chinese woman needed. She rolled Thu onto her back and straddled her with her face buried in Thu's cunt and her cunt raised out of the reach of Thu's tongue.

Li's tongue danced around Thu's love bud, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as she licked and sucked enthusiastically. Thu's body responded, her legs spreading wider, her hips rising to meet Li's mouth, her hands tangling in the other woman's hair.

For twenty agonizingly pleasurable minutes, Li feasted on Thu's cunt, her mouth never leaving her sex cavern, her fingers delving into the younger woman's arse as she took her to multiple cums. Thu's cum screams filled the room as she writhed and bucked under the onslaught of pleasure. Every few minutes, Li would pull back, her face glistening with Thu's juices, and lower her own pussy to Thu's mouth, allowing her to breathe in her musky scent and taste the sweet nectar of her desire. It was so one-sided it was almost rape.

But Thu didn't care. She had gone beyond caring. She had gone beyond shame. All that mattered now was the feeling of Li's tongue on her clit, the feeling of those two long, tireless fingers stretching and teasing her arsehole.

Li was a predator, relentless in her pursuit of Thu's pleasure. She moved between Thu's wide-spread legs and her fingers searched until she found her spongy G-Spot, and she only paused to lower her mouth onto Thu's clit and then went to town on her clit while also fingering her G-spot until Thu's body was a quivering mass of reaction. Thu's eyes rolled back in her head as one cum morphed into another.

But even predators need to rest, and after what felt like an eternity, Li pulled back, panting and glistening with sweat. Her makeup was smeared, and her hair was a tangled mess, but she was triumphant. Thu lay beneath her, her body limp and exhausted, a puddle of cum staining the sheets. Greg unloaded over both women, watching Thu's chest rise and fall with each ragged breath she took.

He knew Li wanted more, wanted to be fucked, but he had other plans. This wasn't just about sex. He was playing the long game. He had Thu exactly where he wanted her, and Li was part of his plans, just not tonight. "Thank you," Greg said as he pulled out his wallet and handed her the promised cash. "You were fantastic." She counted and her eyes widened seeing an extra $500.

Li took the money, her eyes never leaving Greg's, her breaths short from exertion. "When will you come again?" she asked, her voice low and needy. Greg's eyes shifted to the limp, unseeing Thu beside him, put his fingers to his lips and shook his head, Li Wang nodded and smiled and Greg said loudly, "No I won't be seeing you again. Our business is done." He noticed a smile crease Thu's face. She had heard.

Greg half carried a semi-conscious Thu to the car, her legs wobbly and her mind reeling from the intense experience. She was in a daze, her body still shuddering from the aftershocks of so many orgasms. In the car, she began to sob, her body shaking with the release of pent-up emotions. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm no good, Greg. I couldn't make her cum like me. I've failed you."

Greg reached over and squeezed her thigh, his grip firm and reassuring. "You've got it all wrong, Thu," he said soothingly. "You didn't fail. In fact, you've more than surprised me. It was obvious that tonight wasn't that bitch's first dance with a woman. You lasted longer than I thought you could. Most women would've begged for mercy maybe 90 minutes or 2 hours earlier than you did. You were incredible. Plus, it was your first time."

Thu nodded, resting her head on his shoulder, her body still trembling. "You probably didn't hear, but she wanted more," Greg continued, his hand squeezing her thigh reassuringly. "Wanted me to fuck her too. But I said no. You're the only one I want, Thu." His voice was like a balm to her destroyed ego, and she found herself clinging to his words like a lifeline.

Greg drove away. He had to admit that watching Thu get destroyed by Li had been hotter than he had anticipated. Her willingness to submit to his every whim, to perform in front of a stranger, had pushed all his buttons. But as they approached his apartment, he knew he had to follow his master plan of $s for him.

The next morning Greg told Thu he received an email and had to go to Canberra to fix up a couple of things regarding her Visa. He reassured her it was just a formality to see if he still wanted her visa application to proceed. He drove to the government housing in Richmond and knocked on a door. Li Wang opened it and surprise and happiness filled her face. "You have come."

"For Pleasure and business," he replied. Previously, he had fucked his unwilling wife or paid professionals who were only interested in money. Fucking Thu had taught him one thing. Women needed emotional closeness and tenderness. Well, at least at the beginning. Yeah, and praise too. Therefore, he took it slow with Li. He kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth. Li moaned into the kiss, her hands coming up to tangle in his thinning, lank hair. He felt her body melt against his, her curves pressing into him.

He broke the kiss, moving his mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking the tender flesh there. His hands cupped her tits, squeezing gently before moving to her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stood erect. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So fucking sexy." He knew she wanted to hear it, and craved the praise. It was part of the game he had to play to get what he wanted.

Li's eyes fluttered shut, a soft sigh escaping her as he continued to fondle her breasts. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "You liked watching me with Thu last night?"

"Liked it?" he whispered. "I loved it. You were so dominant and hot." His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. He was pushing the right buttons. "You made her scream in ways I never could."

Her hands slid down and Greg's cock twitched in response, but he held back, his hands moving down to her waist, his thumbs hooking into her thong. He pulled it down slowly, revealing her shaved long lipped slit, her inner pussy peeking through. "Before we talk business, let me satisfy you." He pushed her back onto the couch. She was eager, desperate for his cock, but he took his time, teasing her with kisses and gentle touches. He knew the longer he drew it out, the more intense their sex would be.

His mouth trailed down her body, kissing a path over her collarbone, between her big nippled tits, across her flat stomach. He could feel her breath hitch as his mouth hovered over her mound before he kissed the skin around her pussy, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Li's hips bucked, her legs spreading wider as she tried to force her clit against his mouth. But Greg was in control.

He pushed her thighs apart, exposing her completely. He took his time, running his tongue along the length of her slit, enjoying her taste. Li's whimpers grew louder, her hands fisting in the pillows. He found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and began to circle it with the tip of his tongue, applying enough pressure to make her squirm.

Li's body arched off the couch as Greg's mouth worked its magic. He licked and sucked, alternating between gentle strokes and firm flicks. Her legs trembled and he sensed the beginning of an orgasm building deep within her. But he was relentless, drawing it out, making her beg for release. "Please," she finally pleaded. "I need it, I need you inside me."

He fucked her as he had fucked Thu, ignoring her pleas that it was too much, that she couldn't take a cock that big, knowing she did not mean it. He made her beg and watched her lose control completely as he took her cunt and arse with his cock and fingers. Finally, Greg slid his fingers out of her and lay on his back. Her hand reached to fondle his tool and traced the big heavy veins that ran its length. "Your turn," he said, his rod rigidly upright like a telephone pole, "Ride me."

Li eagerly straddled him, feeling his cock rest against her cunt, the head of it nudging her entrance. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then, with a swift movement, she dropped herself down onto him. His cock filled her in one swift motion, the thickness of him stretching her wider than she had ever been before. She threw her head back and screamed her pleasure.

His body moved in perfect rhythm with hers. She experimented with different angles, her hips rolling and grinding against him as she found the spots that made her cum the hardest. Greg could feel her muscles clenching his cock, unlike Thu's efforts. Thu was still a novice in the art of sex, her responses raw and unpractised. But Li was an expert, her pussy tightening around him like a fist, her walls rippling with each stroke She moaned, "Take me how you want and fill me."

He arranged her on all fours, her arse high in the air, her pussy glistening from the attention it had received in her cowgirl ride He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head down, making her arse rise up. He lined his cunt stabber up with her pussy and hammered it inside her, feeling it drill through her cuntal muscles.

Thu's moans grew louder as Greg began to fuck her with deep, powerful strokes. She pushed back as he pounded into her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She looked back and up between her legs and saw pure carnality. Greg's thick cock pulled back, her inner cunt going along for the ride, then disappeared back into her pussy accompanied by her clinging inner walls with each thrust.

His cock was like a beast within her, a swollen, pulsing monster that stretched her to her limits, and yet she craved more. She pushed back against the increasing speed of his fucking, until his grunting became faster and louder and then, finally a flood of cum. With a roar, Greg's hips slammed into her and his cock pulsed as he emptied himself into her. Three massive loads one after another. He rested spent then his cock flopped out and she pounced licking it clean.

Over the next two days as they fucked, he explained her role in his plan and she agreed, especially at the mention of the income it would create. She needed cash as her sister-in-law, the lingerie shop owner, controlled the family purse with a tight grip.

Greg's prominent belly entered his office first as always. He thought of Li. Out of reach of her cunt he was thinking more rationally. Yes, she was the perfect person he needed for his Asian project, but he knew a grifter when he saw one. He was one himself. Her fucking, though incredible, was a little too much over-the-top and geared to his interests to be genuine, and she seemed too intent on knowing her financial benefits. But she spoke Mandarin, was willing to partake in the scheme and was the only game in town, so he had to use her.

"Thu," he began, wondering how to scale down his involvement with her to concentrate on Li. But there was a naked Thu, opening her pussy to drive her fingers into her cunt, then pulling them out to show him how wet she was. "Does this show you how much I missed you?" she asked.

Greg's eyes widened at the sight, his cock swelling in his pants. "Fuck," he groaned, his resolve crumbling. "If you want it, so do I, but remember, you are making me so horny I won't be easy on you."

Greg wasted no time. He bent her over his office desk, her palms flat against the wood, her tits hanging down, nipples hard and erect. His cock, rock hard and ready, touched her cunt entrance, the head wider than the opening before it. Thu groaned as Greg's hand slid between her legs, his fingers finding her swollen clit and playing with it before exploring her cunt folds. Her twat was already wet, just from waiting.

Greg didn't bother with gentle caresses: slammed his fuck meat against her tight entrance, overcoming the resistance of her cunt muscles. With a brutal thrust, he semi-impaled her, his bulbous cockhead stretching her open and making Thu wail. She felt a moment of pain, but it was quickly overridden by a warm sensation of being filled as her walls stretched to accommodate his monster. He paused, halfway in, pulled back to just inside her slit opening and then hammered his cock in fully. Thu's body reacted to his every thrust. He was surprised at how much she enjoyed her desperation to be fucked hard.

Thu felt his cock repeatedly slam into her: each thrust intense and arousing. She felt her cunt stretch and yield to his huge cock, her insides clench around his thick shaft as he pulled back and slammed into her again and again. Each time it slid past her cervix, pushing it and her womb upwards she shuddered, but didn't protest, didn't beg him to stop. Instead, she enjoyed it, her moans growing louder, her pussy growing wetter with every stroke. Surprisingly to Greg, he wanted her. It wasn't just a final goodbye fuck to give him alone pleasure.

Greg's hand found her hair, his grip tight as he settled down to fuck her in earnest. His hips smacked against her arse and he was surprised by his own enthusiasm, his need to claim her, to make her scream his name. Thu's screeching grew louder, her voice hoarse from the intensity of her pleas. "Harder," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. "Please, Greg, harder. fuck me harder, try and break me in two because I want it, I can take it. I neeeeed it."

Her body was a writhing mess of pleasure, each stroke of his cock sending waves of sensation crashing through her. She pushed her hips back, trying to take him deeper, to feel him break her in two. Greg obliged, his thrusts growing more frenetic, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that made the office desk creak. Thu's pussy was like a glove around his cock, her walls tightening around his cock's every stroke. He felt his own climax approaching, but tried to hold back, wanting it to last.

And then it happened. Thu's body tensed, her back arching as she bellowed out a huge, long climax, her pussy clenching and releasing around his cock like a fist. Greg marvelled as her orgasm seemed to go on forever, her pussy spasming and trying to milk him, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

Greg reached for her face, his fingers hooking into the corner of her mouth. He pulled her head back, arching her neck and forcing her to look up at the ceiling as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. Thu's eyes rolled back, her moans becoming a deep, continuous sound that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. This was not playacting: it was real.

Then, with a sudden movement, Greg pulled his cock out. "On your knees," he ordered, and she obeyed without question. Her legs trembled as she positioned herself before him, his cock, slick with her juices, standing erect in front of her face.

When he had pulled out, she had wailed in despair and protest but now as he stood in front of her and guided her mouth to his cock she moaned with anticipation. One of Greg's hands moved to cover her nose. Thu's eyes went wide with excitement as his fingers pressed into the soft flesh at the corners of her mouth, stretching her jaw wide as she struggled to breathe through her pinched nose.

Greg's cock was so hard and slick with their juices that it slid past her lips. He began to fuck her face, the other hand at the back of her head guiding her movements, pushing her along his shaft until she gagged. His babymaker entered her throat. Thu's eyes watered, her throat burning, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she took it, her tongue swirling around his cock, her mouth working him as if her life depended on it.

Greg's orgasm approached, and he was grunting and groaning. Thu felt a sudden pressure in her throat as Greg's cock swelled, and she knew he was about to cum. She braced herself as his fuck meat began to throb inside her mouth. The warmth of his cum filled her throat, and she swallowed around his tool, her eyes never leaving his as he emptied himself into her. Some of his thick load shot out of her nostrils and mouth, but she accepted it all, her throat muscles working overtime to keep him deep.

Greg's grip on her hair relaxed, and he pulled out with a wet pop. She coughed and sputtered, the excess cum trickling down her chin and onto her tits. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. He had claimed her fully, and she felt a sense of belonging, of being his. That night they walked to a restaurant. Greg was in a quandary. He had doubts about Li's loyalty and motives and Thu was now something different to the shy Vietnamese of a month ago. She fucked as well as Li and had the potential to improve, plus he was 100% confident of her loyalty. But she did not speak Mandarin as Li did, and a Mandarin speaker meant dollars for him.

Beside him, Thu laughed as she looked at her phone and Greg enquired what it was. Thu replied she was watching some Chinese TikTok videos and the dialogue was funny.

A sledgehammer hit Greg and he staggered. "You... speak... Mandarin?" he managed to say.

"Yes, and write it too. My mother was Chinese and married a rich Vietnamese. Before the Vietnamese government took their money, she had me take private Mandarin lessons and tutored me at home."

Somewhere between Pho and the Three Colour Dessert at the Vietnamese restaurant, Greg said, "I've been thinking more about that bitch Li. I hated the way she gloated about draining you and wanting me to fuck her." At the mention of her name, Greg knew he had Thu's full attention. "I want to see you beat her in a sex fight." He watched closely and Thu's nipples hardened and her breathing quickened.

Then her face fell. "But she is good. You saw what she did to me."

Greg nodded as though acknowledging it, paused then replied, "That was your first time and she looked very experienced." He screwed his face in concentration and then looked at Thu. "Perhaps I could hire some whores to give you pract..." His voice tailed off as he shook his head indicating he was asking too much.

He felt Thu grab his hand and asked him, "Would you watch me do that. You don't need to pay big money. I've seen ads in Vietnamese grocery stores from women who bet they will win."

He took her hand to his swollen cock and planned a new future where Thu, not Li was the contact with the Chinese investors. Yes, he thought, in a couple of years his expanded firm would be part of the Corporate World.