Dr. Martin's Treatise Chp. 10

I stepped into the 'Your Top-Class Travel Agency' which only issued first-class overseas travel tickets clutching my Platinum American Express card in my hand. It was my department's card but I considered it mine and if my Malaysian assignment was successful maybe it would be upgraded to a paid-for by the Government and Monash University black Centurian card.

I brushed past a middle-aged employee and made a beeline for the young Asian who looked about 20 and who was wearing a Monash University Light blue, oversized, baggy tracksuit. They obviously had a relaxed work clothing standard here. You have to give it to the Asians. They are hard workers. Here was someone who probably was top of her year in Medicine or Theoretical Physics or whatever and was still working part-time.

"Did you make her, sir?" she enquired.

I thought it was a bit personal, but then I thought of the woman clinging to my arm. Her name was Nural and she was my selection as P. A. for the Malaysian assignment. She was of course Malaysian and working in my department. 21 years old, slim and tall as that is what I preferred and dressed like some unknown wannabe starlet attending the red carpet who desperately wanted to stand out and be noticed.

It then made sense so I replied, "Twice last night and then a 2-hour session this morning." Although she was not flaunting her sex I was always on the lookout for more staff in my department. Why not practice my recruiting technique I thought. I continued having seen the Monash gym symbol, "And if you like we can have a threeway after you finish work as an interview for a casual place in my department at Monash." I turned to Nural. "What is your annual salary and your ranking?"

"360,000, and I am ranked 7th among your staff," she replied.

"I meant Jamacia in the Bahamas, sir. It's the place to be seen this month, the Asian staffer said.

Suitably chastised, I had the decency to go red in the face but then she continued, "I finish at 3.30 today."

Two days later, after my first overseas flight I was sitting in a Kuala Lumpur luxury restaurant thinking first-class air travel suited me. The restaurant was on the 48th floor of the Naza Tower and I was sitting back enjoying the view of KLCC park and the city skyscape. Sitting opposite me and my P. A. as we ate, according to the restaurant, 'the food of Gods', which was probably true as both Gods and when the food had been cooked a long time ago, was the 50-year-old Abdul Halim and his wife Zaliha who from her face I took to be aged about 30.

Abdul was the person I had to win over if my first trip overseas on official business was to be a success. If you wish, you can read the 9 preceding stories to see how I discovered the late Monash University academic Dr Graham Martin's memoirs and was now trying to follow in his illustrious steps.

As Abdul had rejected Dragonball I offered him a game of cards, knowing that a combination of my 'innocent' finger taps on the table and, my computerised watch and matching special glasses that saw readouts invisible to the normal eye would give me the advantage I wanted.

He shook his head. "I only like Penang Rummy with the Si option," he replied. "You wouldn't know it, so that would be unfair." Despite being a Muslim, he offered, "What about a drinking game?" Obviously, there are different rules for being a Muslim if you are not poor.

I shook my head. I was a non-drinker as the only school party I had ever been invited to was by mistake when my name was mistakenly included in the group message. It was there because I was doing all the sports jock's homework in return for not getting beaten up and I mistakenly thought it was a genuine invite. I arrived there, had one drink which went to my head and approached the jock and suggested I get paid for doing his work. My broken nose only kept me away from school for 3 days and I have never imbibed since.

As I had already turned down his first and second offers of who could eat the most live scorpions in 3 minutes and a bout of the Malaysian unarmed combat, Silat Melayu, for obvious reasons, I was running out of options. I said the first thing that came into my mind, which as always was "Sex."

Adbul's face lit up. His smile was as reassuring as a shark's grin to a seal pup "Perfect," he said. "I will fuck your P. A., and you will fuck my wife, Zaliha, and we will match up the number of times my wife and I cum against yours and your P. A.'s. The team that has the most orgasms, or has someone drop out, loses. If you win then the student quotas for overseas students will be yours for only 10% more than the Singapore payment of USA$2000. Lose and you can have them for 50% more than them. I always worry when someone says the word 'only' and looks at me with a straight face.

For the first time, I sized up his wife. Of course, if she had been attractive, I would have been able to give you a detailed run down as soon as I had entered the restaurant. As I have said she looked about 30 but when I examined Zaliha more I saw she was dressed in a dark blue Malaysian 2-piece Baju Kebaya outfit with a maroon hijab. She was round-faced, about 5 ft 4 and probably weighed 130 lbs. She had full tits and the tight, full-length sarong dress below the kebaya jacket showed that she had a big arse and a pretty heavy potbelly.

It couldn't get any better I thought trying to hide my smile. It would be a cakewalk. Abdul was at least 50 and his wife lacked sex appeal. By luck my P. A., Nural, was probably the one in all my Asian staff who could fuck the longest, so she would outlast Abdul and I would make his wife cum so often we would win.

I certainly would. None of this world-wide belief of Aussies being brought up on a diet of sport and then more sport. I detested sport, was unathletic and somehow was behind the door when good looks and bodies were handed out. So ever since I can remember I was either playing computer games or masturbating, often doing both at once. I almost pitied what lay ahead for Zaliha because, since I had become head of my all-Asian female department at Monash University, I had turned all my fantasies into reality.

Apart from fucking her senseless and having her cumming like trains at an Indian railway station I also had the Magic Pill. Monash University had an Industrial centre next to it where the latest technology was tested. My computer hacking of Monash staff had discovered progress on a pill that combined Sildenafil (Viagra), with Tadalafil and Avanafil for longer-lasting benefits. When I threatened the inventor with exposure for using research grants for personal use, he handed me a packet along with the assurance that no rats had died so far. I had brought them into Malaysia in the diplomatic bag hoping to trial them in some brothel.

It meant I would be like Superman: as hard as iron for up to 24 hours even when cumming. Furthermore, I was a Westerner and Abdul was Asian and we all know what that means for comparative size. Then on top of that, I was tireless as I was regularly, no make that excessively, fucking my staff and Abdul looked like he would have trouble blowing out a candle, yet along strenuous prolonged fucking.

But why had he confidently accepted? I reflected on it. Perhaps it was because the figure he had said Singapore had offered had been inflated by him and his figure of $2000 plus 20% when I won was still way above their payment. Yes, that was it and being a nice fellow, I would not humiliate him and just win by a few cums.

I had to win as this was my first official overseas trip for Monash and the Victorian and Australian Governments and would establish my and my department's reputation. I knew I had to come back with successful negotiations if the money train was going to keep rolling for me.

Our Naplan testing of academic results showed Australia's maths skills were decreasing rapidly, despite our Vietnamese, Australian-born high achievers. I had come up with the idea of importing Chinese students from countries other than China. Two effects. An Immediate boost to our results but also it would make our relatively small home-grown talent work harder. Instead of looking around a normal Aussie classroom and being complacent, they would be fighting these imports for top place.

And where better to look than Malaysia: one of only 14 countries in the world not to sign the U. N. International Convention for Elimination of all forms of Racial Discrimination. A country where Indigenous Malaysians preferential treatment is enshrined in legislation, where in education 90% of tertiary places are reserved, regardless of merit for Bumiputera (Indigenous) students who make up just over 50% of the population, and tough shit for the Chinese.

So, I was there as head of my new department to ensure that these Chinese students came to Australia, particularly Victoria. Being an Asian country that meant becoming involved in Government corruption and for overseas quotas that meant Abdul Zuhir.

We travelled back to wait at the 5-star St Regis where, at my employer's expense, Nural and I were residing. I had upgraded, this time at Monash University's expense to a 2 King size bed suite: one for fucking and one for sleeping. Just like you I hate going to sleep in semen-stained, cum soaked sheets.

I don't know how they prepared for it but Nural and I ate a lot of oysters and I took my Magic Pill before taking a nap after watching some high-grade porn via a VPN. Then, half an hour before they came, I began to rub Nural's cunt with a special anaesthetic lotion that the Magic Pill inventor threw in for free so that five minutes before Abdul and his wife showed up, we were fully prepared for the encounter.

First, we fixed the rules. They were simple. I would fuck Zaliha and Abdul would fuck my P. A. It was Abdul who came up with the idea that every 20 minutes, the man would have to switch to another position. We would start off in missionary, change to doggie, then the woman would choose the third position, the man the fourth and so on. The match would be lost if a woman was unable to thrust back for more than a minute or if she begged the man to stop. For a man the equivalent would be not banging continuously for more than a minute or, God forbid, being unable to get it up. Otherwise, the team that came the most lost.

I was happy as I knew I would have Abdul's wife begging me to stop. I would prolong it long enough to save face, then make Zaliha beg me to stop so it would not be Abdul's fault and he would have his USD$ 2400 per student and I would have brownie points for a price below expected. We tossed for beds which made no difference as the 2 King size beds were identical. It was the moment of truth and we stripped, the women first.

Nural, my P. A. for the Malay assignment was 21 years old, slim and tall for a Malaysian woman with firm tits and a nicely featured face with prominent botoxed lips. She was a second-year Economics student at Monash when caught cheating, caught out by my software, for plagiarising her assignments too many times. Brought before me to explain she demonstrated her innocence by making me hard 3 times in one night. It was a short step to become one of my highly overpaid 33 Asian female staff.

Abdul couldn't take his eyes off her: no wonder when compared to his wife. Feeling benevolent, I planned to let him enjoy Nural for a while before taking Zaliha over the top for a loss for the Malaysian couple and success for my mission. And more importantly success for me as I was sure that if I added another 15% to the payment Abdul would be happy with 10% to me and 5% to him and the cost would still be under the figure I had been given by my employers.

Zaliha also stripped and there was no big surprise. She was far shorter than Nural, more solid and carried a more than average percentage of body fat. What was now revealed when she was nude was the large size of her areolae, the thickness of her nipples, her meaty cunt lips and visible clit and the fact she wasn't shaven like Nural.

It was my turn next. Zaliha smiled when she saw my cock and whispered something to Abdul when I took off my boxers. I knew it was the case of Western versus Asian cock and, as I expected, her comment made Abdul look at mine. He nodded and removed his trousers.

Sucker-punched. I had been totally sucker-punched.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. His mahogany-coloured cock was more than 10 inches and I mean real inches, not boasting inches, or it looked like inches, or it felt like inches. I also had to admit that it was far thicker than mine, and my worries started. Nural had often said that she was not sure if it was my fuck meat's thickness or its length that was to blame for her multiple orgasms and I could see. Here she had both larger than mine and as she thought of Abdul's huge prick entering her, her pussy oozed sex juice. To rub it in my face Abdul stroked it and it grew larger.

Anyway, the women clambered onto separate beds. Since we were allowed 10 minutes for foreplay and finding out what would work, Abdul and I followed them onto the respective beds. I started by kissing Zaliha while rubbing her left nipple which quickly hardened under my fingers to a thickness none of my 33 staff possessed. I knew I had to use these ten minutes and find out what were the Malaysian's arousal points. Although her nipple hardened and grew, she didn't moan and seemed in full control of herself. And, she had started searching for my weaknesses, exploring and caressing me between my balls and my arsehole, flicking my glans with her tongue. I realized I had been double sucker-punched as she was inexperienced.

Her tongue work was enough to make my prick quiver, but she was far from making me see stars, so I sucked one of her nipples in my mouth and tongued and raked it with my teeth. A shiver went through her, but still, no moaning.

On the other bed, Abdul was already using his monster. He had mounted Nural and, holding her firm tits, slowly tit fucked her as his fingers milked her brown nipples. Christ, every thrust had his cockhead passing through her tits and past her chin to reach her lips. Thank God she was still in control and gently massaging his muscled arsecheeks. She seemed to enjoy the feel of stroking his flesh but, to my joy, this also seemed to give Abdul some sort of pleasure.

I had to stop looking as Zaliha had started probing my arsehole which was bad news. Being arse fucked was a real turn-on to me so, I tightened my arse muscles, thought of the money, and hoped she would not notice my arousal and increased my tongue work on her neck and ear.

She still hadn't moaned and I decided to try her arsehole figuring if she had tried mine early on it was an erogenous area for her. Success: my hunch worked. She gave a brief groan and her big butts quivered. I took advantage of this and my finger penetrated her back door causing her to respond further. I seized the opportunity and went down on her, slowly licking her clit while now making circles in her arsehole with my middle finger.

Zaliha froze for a couple of seconds then she responded, exhaling loudly and grinding her hips in response. I went on with the controlled clit sucking, arse probing attack and felt the pleasure build up in the 31-year-old. I was just about to teeth-scape her clit, which I was certain would bring her on the verge of an orgasm, when, I heard Nural give a loud moan.

Abdul was swaying his arse above my P. A.'s face and it was only then that I noticed how big his balls were. They were mandarin-sized and his scrotum was dragging up and down Nural's face from chin to nose and she was responding. His two swollen, oversized balls and huge rod were sliding over her face and she was oozing cunt liquid. But then Abdul suddenly grabbed my P. A. by the back of her hair and began to excitedly fuck his cock along her face, his huge dick slithering across her skin.

I wondered what could have caused this sudden excitement to Abdul when I saw Nural licking his balls and dick. Both he and her were super aroused, moaning, groaning, and writhing. Nural from the sight and feel of what was going to be in her and Abdul from her ball and cock licking. But then the timer buzzed, announcing the preliminaries were over.

Abdul and I needed no second buzz from the timer. We both immediately slid our flesh hammers into the wet and ready pussy of each other's woman. We had 20 minutes before we had to change positions. As was her style in missionary bottom position when fucking with me, Nural placed the soles of her feet against Abdul's thighs for purchase and began thrusting back at Abdul's hammer blows to her cunt.

Zaliha had encircled my waist with her legs and was swaying her hips thus lowering the effectiveness of my fucking, since she was stopping me from using long, steady, deep cock strikes. It was working now but I knew she would not be able to do this to me when I took her in my favourite doggie style. I compensated by circling my rod in her wet cunt, and by introducing surprise bursts of rapid shallow fucking.

However, her moves distracted me by making me concentrate too much on what she was doing and allowed her to suddenly finger my arsehole. Fuck, the bitch had noticed my weakness in the warmup and she soon had me responding. Her finger probed deeper and began to massage my inner anus. I felt my prick fill fully with blood and it was not just from the Magic Pill. I took a deep breath, trying to control myself but this only allowed Zhalia to slide her finger even deeper up my arse.

I took a deep breath and raised my arse, preparing to bang her deep no matter what. But then, I realised I was in a catch-22 situation. Each time I lifted my hips to impale Abdul's wife, she would wriggle her finger deeper and deeper into my arse. I knew I had no hope of preventing my orgasm so I began to fuck her with all my strength, hoping to make her cum too.

Somehow it worked. Zaliha was wailing loudly and I was grunting and groaning as we both ran out of self-control and hammered our hips harder and harder, to make the other cum knowing our own orgasm was inevitable. We both came almost at the same time. Well, at least I knew one thing. The Magic Pill was working as despite filling Zaliha with sperm my cock was still rock hard which I think surprised her as it had been a lot of jizz I had fired into her.

I heard Nural let a long wail. I looked at her and I realized that her tactic of countering Abdul by propping her soles on his knees was not working. His cock was just too long and had her pinned to the mattress. She was desperately trying to respond but it was obvious she couldn't fuck back successfully as his cock length kept her at bay.

Their one-sided fucking continued and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something I thought I would never see. Nural was being fucked out as her thighs fell apart, allowing Abdul to take complete control. He was hammering her nonstop, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her taut belly flesh and making her firm tits shake to the rhythm of his strikes. I realized Nural's wide-opened eyes and responding body showed she was going under.

But somehow, she bridged under Abdul. But it did nothing as he just increased the pace of his cock hammering, making the bed creak and causing pre cum juice to flow from Nural's cunt. His huge balls slapped against her arse cheeks and his pistoning rod was too much. She stiffened and then let a high-pitched screech and shuddered, signalling her orgasm. Her body shook and she tried to keep bridging but crumpled beneath Abdul who just kept relentlessly fucking her.

"Go, Abdul, Go," yelled Zaliha from beneath me. "Fuck her senseless. She can't stop you now. "I'll control this old one." Old one. I would show her.

Although Nural was still prone beneath Abdul who was fucking the daylights out of her, thanks to the Magic Pill I was still hard. I continued slamming my cock into his wife. I knew I was on the verge of cumming again but then, Zaliha began to let loose a series of deep grunts which, coupled with the trembling that shook her from head to toe, made me realise that I had made her cum for the second time.

I knew what I had to do. I put my trust in the Magic Pill and fucked harder. Success, as she spread her legs wider, allowing me to have full access to fuck her fast and hard. She even pulled out her finger from my arse, encircling and embracing me and swaying the hips in the hope of another orgasm but then, the timer buzzed.

Not too soon, but we were trailing badly. Abdul had not cum but I had cum once and while I had drawn 2 cums from his wife he had extracted 4 from Nural. When Abdul arranged Nural on all fours, I could see his big cock fucking had really exhausted her. At least Zaliha had presented her arse up faster than my P. A., a sign she was aroused and eager to feel my cock in her again. Abdul pumped Nural hard, forcing her a foot along the bed. He winked confidently at me as Nural arched her head, breathing through clenched teeth. I replied with a false smile.

Abdul forced Nural to part her knees and rest her face on the pillow as he took her from behind, placing his legs on each side of her body and putting all his weight behind the dick drilling her. The bed moved in sympathy and my P. A. began to wail, accepting without resistance Abdul's powerful thrusts.

Positioned behind Zaliha's parted thighs I held her hanging, swaying tits, fondling them and hardening her nipples with my fingers. Christ, they were big and thick and responsive. I entered her slowly then withdrew almost completely before delivering another deep strike. Zaliha shuddered and moaned as I settled into my rhythm.

Abdul and I increased the pace of our doggie-style pumping. We looked at each other, fucking them as both women grunted in response. Nural's tight belly was shaking faster and faster while her face was buried into the pillow. Zaliha's big tits were dangling in my palms, her hanging potbelly was wobbling and she was throwing her head up, screaming cries of pleasure.

Both Abdul and I were giving it everything, making the women at the receiving ends of our fuck rods moan and scream. Nural shook her body to and fro, trying to counter Abdul, while Zaliha was twisting her hips, but mostly ineffectually, as we continued, hammering the hell out of them. When Nural's whining became regular, I realized happily that she had recovered her control and that she was now trying to make Abdul cum. The knowledge gave me hope as I ploughed into his wife from behind.

I felt Zaliha tremble uncontrollably in front of me, and when goosebumps appeared on her skin, I went to town on her cunt. She screamed and her elbows collapsed and she crumpled, head buried in the pillow as her cunt tightened rhythmically and she orgasmed. Good. She had cum, I still had control of myself and Nural was gaining control. I grabbed Zaliha's hips while she was still shaking in pleasure and lifted her arse as high as I could and I went on fucking her., I was in control and the ship had been righted. The tip of my penis was rubbing the back of her cunt cavern and scraping her clit when entering and withdrawing, sending shudders through her body as she came.

I had to admit, if I was being honest, her cunt was a little tighter and had stronger muscles than my P. A.'s but I was in the zone. She came noisily again letting out screams of pleasure as her cunt tightened and her cum juice flowed. We were winning this second round.

But then it happened. Abdul had mastered his arousal and his cock destroyed Nural. In the last 8 minutes, her resistance collapsed and he dragged 4 big cums from her. So, despite the early encouraging signs of the second round we ended up trailing by more. Abdul still had not cum while I remained on 1. I had now made Zaliha climax 5 times but the big cock of Abdul had made Nural cum 9 times.

Zaliha was still shaking from her orgasms as she manoeuvred me into the position she wanted. She made me lay on my back as she placed her cunt against the tip of my cock. I never gave her a chance to settle, as I began to pump her from the moment my dick got access to her sex cave.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nural, raise her knees to her shoulders level. I understood why. Such a huge baby maker as Abdul possessed, would be taken best in this position. Abdul glanced at me, smiled confidently and drove his prick upward in my P. A.'s cunt. It was accompanied by a wet slurp and long whimper that showed Nurall was almost completely gone.

A smiling Zaliha rode me, swaying on top of me, milking me from base to tip. I soon realised this was her best position as she could vary her cunt muscle pressure while snaking her lower body from her waist. I felt I could not hold on but still, I pumped as hard as I could. However, Zaliha propped both hands between my legs and, with this leverage, she began to fuck my tool with her talented cunt. I closed my eyes and gasped in pleasure and arousal. I felt her hand on my balls, gently squeezing them as she caressed my arsehole. I began to shiver when she bent and slipped her finger into my backdoor.

I bucked harder under her, throwing her up and down and making her moan, but I couldn't counter her prostate massage and a big load of my semen exploded into her. But it was just the beginning. She massaged my balls so that I felt my seminal glue being squeezed from somewhere in my groin. I stopped bucking my hips, as pleasure took over and, again she massaged my anus. Once again, I was on the verge of cumming but then, she squeezed me as hard as she could, halting my orgasm. I knew it would be a huge cum when she let it happen.

I was gone. I was putty in her hands. I looked into her eyes, begging, but I knew that was hopeless. I needed to cum. From the corner of my eye, I looked at Nural, as she had to fight for both of us now but there was no hope there.

Her moans got louder and louder. Abdul was fucking her dry and what she thought that would be a good position to accommodate his big rod, proved now to be a mistake, as she could barely resist him, while he could manoeuvre her any way he wanted. His cock being so big, he was able to roll her backwards until she was propping on her shoulders and her calves were pointing to the ceiling as he fucked her at will from below.

All I could see was Abdul hammering her even harder and destroying her cunt, while his thumb had found its way into my P. A.'s shaved pussy and found her clit. Being under her was no problem for his huge cock. She was wailing and shuddering from head to toe as she folded on top of him. The entire length of his shaft was deep in her making her whine after each stroke. Nural's sex juices glistened on Abdul's hard rod and gave her no purchase on his cock when she tried to grip it with her cunt muscles. His balls were slapping loudly against my P. A.'s arse cheeks and she simply gave up. Even worse, Zaliha decided to stop toying with me and quickly drew a cum from me. Luckily, we were saved by the timer.

I placed Zaliha in reverse cowgirl and grabbed her by the hips, slightly raising her from the mattress Thankfully because of the Magic Pill, despite cumming so many times, I was still hard and impaled her from behind and below, holding her up by reaching around and playing with her big hard nipples.

"Oh, sweet Allah," she screamed.

My cock slid as deep as it could in her cunt, ploughing her inner flesh. She began to snake, hoping to counter me, but there was nothing she could do to upset me. I looked at Abdul, somehow despite being behind, full of pride, but he just sneered at my attempts.

He was now standing and had an unresisting Nural facing away from him, bent at the waist with her knees brought up to her shoulder level. He held her in that stance by embracing her fully, around her trunk and folded legs. Good thing I hadn't accepted the Kung Fu challenge because the bastard had muscles like steel springs. His fuck meat had fully penetrated Nural from behind and he braced himself by propping his back against the wall. Nural rested her head back on his shoulder, barely able to move her arse from side to side.

Abdul and I went to work. He looked tireless but the same couldn't be said for me. However, both women reacted noisily as we mined their cunts for cums. Zaliha was grunting rhythmically, while my P. A. was gasping hoarsely, her body trapped in Abdul's unusual embrace. I saw Nural sway her arse, trying to match with his thrusts but she was as helpless as Zaliha, who was trapped in my reverse cowgirl.

Nural was taking shallow breaths when Zaliha responded. I felt her soften in my arms while her cunt began to tighten. "She's cumming, Nural. We can do them." I yelled to my P. A., but when I looked across at her my hopes faded. Drool was pouring off her mouth, as Abdul's cock relentlessly ravaged her.

When Zaliha's orgasm subsided, I found out that far from being under my control she was full of fight. She straightened her body using her elbows and began to thrust her hips towards me while using her strong cunt muscles on my cock. She was trying to milk me of cum and drain me. I drove my rod harder into her, but her cunt was now fully relaxed and my cock, although thick, could not rasp her clit because of the wriggle room in her sex cavern.

On top of that, the grinding of her arse against my groin and her dripping cum nectar was too arousing and I soon found it almost impossible to control myself. I tried to fuck her out again, but before that happened my semen load erupted like lava, filling her cunt and overspilling down her thighs. Maybe it was the Magic Pill, but my cum load seemed endless and I almost fainted and my body shook as I wailed.

Dazed, I knelt behind the solid Malay woman and after taking a couple of deep breaths, I tried resuming my pumping of her. However, I found out that she had shifted her body and I did not have her legs folded under her anymore and that she had a solid base under her knees, which allowed her to fully writhe from the waist. Before I worked out what to do, I sensed a second orgasm build up in me.

I frantically thrust my hips to try and stop Zaliha's increasing control of me but was interrupted by my P. A.'s loud shriek. I looked at her and, to my dismay saw her writhing uncontrollably in Abdul's embrace, with her eyes rolled up and sex froth bubbling from her cunt. Abdul continued fucking her ruthlessly and her cunt twitched and spewed cum essence and saliva dribbled from her mouth to ooze down her tits.

That pause was enough because before I could ram my hips harder and harder against Zaliha's slit she began to tighten her cunt muscles and I felt my love milk once again being dragged from my balls. I was desperate to make her cum but I exploded into her, grunting as my sperm flooded Zaliha's cunt.

I crumpled over her, trying to pump her with my last resources but then I heard my P. A. begin to scream sharply. "Oh Allaaaaahhhh, sweet Allah," yelled Nural. "Do me, Abdul. Do me'"

The timer buzzed and there was nothing I could do other than accept Zaliha mounting me in cowgirl. The Magic Pill still had my cock hard but I had lost the willpower and energy to thrust my cock into her. All I could do was to be fucked by her as my tool was held in her cunt by her muscles and aided by her swaying and twisting of her hips, she milked me. And worse, there was nothing I could do to stop her.

Meanwhile, my P. A. could not extract herself from Abdul's fuck tube and simply straightened her legs, bent from the waist and propped her hands on the bed. She thus like this as Abdul relentlessly fucked her, rocking her body more and more violently. Suddenly, Nural fell to her knees, slipping off his rod but he quickly knelt behind her and impaled her again.

This time, my P. A. emitted wild, endless screams as she was pushed across the room by Abdul's cock hammer blows. Her cunt was oozing sex juice, and the thick cum was spreading on the back of her thighs until finally, she collapsed to the floor, her cunt still with Abdul's hard rod buried in it.

Still, he went on, his thrusts driving her around the room, as she no longer could thrust back. Her body was spasming and she began to howl in ecstasy, looking at me with a dumb smile of sheer pleasure.

Who was I to say anything? I couldn't keep up with Zaliha who pressed her arse hard on my lower belly, tightened her cunt and made me come again. My out-of-control moan was more than matched by my P. A.'s loud scream as she shook like someone on the electric chair.

For the rest of the session, we both moaned and grunted, as we were fucked by the husband and wife. My cock still stood up, but I had been drained of cum so trying to use it was painful: a side effect the scientist had neglected to tell me. Zaliha did the job solo by jerking and twisting around my unresisting, stiff rod. I was hardly breathing by then and, when I heard Nural cry again in loud sobs, I realized that she couldn't take any more of Abdul's cock.

"The timer hasn't finished, Abdul," urged Zaliha. "You can finish her."

They continued fucking us and only the sound was hard rods being sucked by cunts. The only difference was one cock was fucking a cunt while the other was being fucked by a cunt. I was rolling my head from side to side wanting to but being unable to ejaculate, while my P. A. was still being head banged against the wall by Abdul's continuous thrusting, just accepting it. Again, Nural released a long moan as she was ravaged by another orgasm.

"You have finished me... Abdul... Stop it... You have broken me..."

"Not yet," he announced. "I need to cum." He delivered a last series of powerful thrusts in my P. A.'s pussy, making her grunt again and again as spittle poured on the rug from her open mouth.

"Do me! Aaah. Do me, Abdul. Fuck me! Fuck me deeeeeep." Despite being drained senseless myself I noted she had never screamed like that to me. She continued begging while he delivered a series of turbo thrusts that jolted Nural around the floor, causing her to bang her head against a wall. But she felt nothing except his big rod filling her. After a while (well, more than a couple of minutes) of being fucked without countering at all, she began to scream in sheer pleasure until her cries slowly melted to a continuous beast-like gurgle.

"Yes. Yeeessssss, he roared as he emptied his first cum of the contest into Nural. Abdul and Zaliha stood, covered in sweat. Nural and I were hardly breathing as we lay defeated on the floor and we simply watched how they slowly dressed.

Abdul turned to me. "As you lost the price is USD$3000 per student, their payment of 2000 plus your losing penalty of 50%. I must travel to Singapore tomorrow for 5 days to break the news to them that I will not be issuing any student visas to them. Don't worry. I am a man of my word. You will have the student visas and we will do the paperwork in 6 days' time on Friday."

Despite the state I was in it made me realise I had been conned. If the real Singapore visa payment was USD$2000 he would be there trying to get them to match. Their real cost was probably half of that. Luckily USD$3000 was just on my limit the Government was prepared to pay. But I had hoped to go back to Australia on my first overseas assignment a golden boy with a price well below the upper limit. More importantly, that price per student gave me no room for a hidden fee for myself.

I didn't sleep well that night. Disappointment from being played like a fish on a line, loss of ego from losing the sexfight and still with a hardon from the Magic Pill and Nural too destroyed to attempt sex. I didn't know which was the worst. Early the next morning after a sleepless night I received a message that I had a visitor waiting downstairs at the coffee shop.

I left the sleeping Nural and went to the coffee shop. My visitor there didn't improve my mood. The person who had got me out of bed for the lousy overpriced coffee they served there was Zaliha. Come to gloat or the messenger girl with an increased price because of unforeseen events, I thought.

I prepared for the worst as I sulkily sipped my Kopi peng, the Malaysian iced coffee. Eventually, I finished and she said, "We have to talk about business and pleasure as I believe we have a special connection." Business and pleasure or translated into my words, money and sex. I like my women tall and slender but was always prepared to compromise.

Five hours later we were in Thailand in the Novatel Bangkok and a nude Zaliha had turned away from me and placed her hands on the bed, legs spread. I did the obvious thing. I wrapped my fist around the root of my prick and guided the cock-tip into the target in front of it. Her cunt began to pull and suck on my cockmeat as I pushed it into her. Then she stiffened and reached back between her legs to touch my rigid rod and groaned.

I moved my cock around in her cunt slot, stirring her pussy juice to whipped cream with my sex ladle, feeling her clit rubbing against my shaft. Zaliha reached back between her legs and got a handful of my balls, squeezing tenderly and evaluating their content. Then she thrust back, taking my prick to the balls.

I had my hands on her hips, using them like handles and went to town. Zaliha wailed with pleasure as she enjoyed me fucking her doggie-style. Her arse pushed back and her hips pistoned and rotated as she worked her cunt on my cockmeat as I hammered her from behind. I was like a priest let loose in the nunnery.

Zaliha moved in counterpoint, pushing her arse back as me as I plundered her cunt, rotating her pelvis as I withdrew. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy, covering my prick and flooding her crack with passion fluid. My belly whacked against her arse as I dragged her cunt onto my cock like a tight boot onto a foot. I fucked faster and she kept pace with each stroke.

I was near the top of Mount Everest. My balls were full and my prick was ploughing her cunt, stretching her cuntal walls. Zaliha's cunt was working miracles on me. Her inner muscles tightened in a moving series of rings that caressed my cock from root to knob. It felt like I was getting a handjob inside her pussy. I howled like a dog when my balls blew and cum rushed up my fuck-tube and spurted from my cockhead, filling her cunt with a full dose of jism. It was a great fuck and I poured the thick stuff into her pussy until her cunt was awash with cum.

Drained and satiated, I stopped fucking. But, in her opinion, Zaliha hadn't come enough times and she continued to grind her cunt around my prick which, because of the Magic Pill, remained still hard, embedded in her pussy. She took control and crawled forward, off my prick which snapped into an upright angle, dripping with cum and cunt juice.

Zaliha pushed me down on my back, threw one knee across and mounted me. She arranged my cock at her cunt entrance and slammed down, taking my fuck-rod into the depths of her soaked pussy. She raised her hips up and down, riding my cock. I rose to the occasion and began to buck like an unbroken colt, humping up and fucking as Zaliha's wet pussy slid down my cock. She seemed to like that. I know I did.

I reached up to her swaying tits and got a double handful and worked her nipples which drove her wild. Zaliha screamed and rode me to her needed cums. Each one was louder and longer than the last. Cum and cunt juice poured from her cunt down my prick to coat my belly. Two hours later I wobbled on unsteady legs to the shower after what she had said was going to be a quickie.

The next three days passed in a blur. I remember sex, yes, a lot of sex with Zaliha. I have memory pictures in my mind of seedy streets where people flopped on stools in shadowed entrances, bare knees apart, naked from neck to the waist, and in that area that was just the women. I definitely recall walking with her along Sukhumvit Road past Terminal 21 where the freelance women work. Zaliha with her slack stomach rolling over the edge of her micro mini and tight halter neck was dressed as I had suggested, and she made the scantily clad, cheap 800 Baht prostitutes look like chaste nuns.

Apart from being obsessed with the slutwear I had selected for her she loved having her slit with no sex fur. Like all things that I do involving sex, I did it properly. I had shaved her three times in a row, oiling her cunt smooth between each razoring. Monash University and the two Governments paid for her heavy, gold ankle chain and dangling earrings that reached her shoulders.

I was tired and half asleep from fucking in so many positions but I seem to hazily remember her in a strip contest on stage in some sleazy bar. I do remember her talking earnestly to me and me agreeing, but then I would do anything to have her cunt work its magic on my cock.

Back in K. L., I fronted up at Abdul's office to sign the agreement. As he presented it, I said. "I wasn't fully prepared the other night. I would like a rematch for double or nothing." I couldn't decide whether his smile as he agreed was that of a shark or a wolf, or even just pity but I knew I had been had, that I had been putty in Zaliha's hands when she talked to me in Bangkok.

It was the end of the first 2 sessions and no different from a week previous. Abdul had used his weapon to stretch Nural and make her cum especially when he drilled her from behind while Zaliha and I had swapped orgasms. The score stood 7 to 2 in their favour. I realized I would be going back to Australia discredited having agreed to a far too high price for the visa quotas. My department would never be used again by the government and I would not emulate my hero, Dr Martin.

Nural wearily straddled Abdul in cowgirl and he lunged up into her but instead of pushing against his invading cock helmet she raised her hips keeping her strongest cunt entrance muscles around his cock head. He pulled back but she went with him still gripping his cock head like a limpet and unleashing her muscles on his cockhead. Two minutes later Abdul groaned and sweat appeared on his forehead. Four minutes later he screamed and came: the first time in both contests her had involuntarily cum.

My faith in trusting people was restored. Zaliha's advice was not bullshit. Abdul's cockhead was his Achille's heel and Nural kept using her cunt muscles to squeeze it. He groaned loudly and long and emptied again into my P. A. She was out for revenge after her humiliation in the contest from a week ago. That night I reckon her cunt muscles would have cracked walnuts let alone service the tip of Abdul's meat.

To protect Zaliha from her husband, I came a couple of times so at the end of round 3, they led 9 to 6 but Abdul was shattered. He lay on the bed limp, his cock still big but not rampant and menacing as before. It was my turn to select so I called out reverse cowgirl and was rewarded with a resigned moan from Abdul. No sneer or gloat from him and his eyes were too glazed to see my triumph, which was a pity as I had been practising it.

I lay under Zaliha as she faced my feet and lowered her slit onto my stiff cock. From this position, I could see Abdul's cock bend as Nural lowered her cunt onto it. It was so different to how in the previous fight and earlier today he had fucked her dry.

Nural reached back between her legs and played with his balls, squeezing them tenderly in anticipation of draining them. Then she began her business on his cock head with her cunt muscles drawing another cum from him. Soon she was confident enough to take all his softening rod into her and ripple her sex cavern muscles along its length. Abdul wailed as he came yet again.

When the round ended and Nural pulled off him his cockhead dribbled out final, tiny traces of jism. It was his call and he desperately called doggie style. I entered the willing Zaliha thinking of our first fuck in Bangkok, but when Abdul tried to force his deflated cock into my P. A. it was too soft and refused entry by her closed cunt. We had won.

The next day I fronted up to a bitter-looking Abdul in his office. I pretended unsuccessfully not to gloat as I read the contract. As if still wanting to be friends I pulled out my phone and offered it to him. "You have to give it to Zaliha. She is insatiable. I walked in on a 2-hour session of her and Nural having it off and they didn't even notice me."

He looked at the video and his face flashed hope before he regained control and nonchalantly said, "Wow, can you send me that as a memento of your visit?" His eyes returned to the two women 69ing in the video and he fast-forwarded pausing briefly as the 2 used a strap-on, squirted, ate, fingered and fisted and orgasmed.

As you well know, I am not a vindictive person but I did enjoy hovering my finger over the share icon before shaking my head. "For a friend yes, but for a business transaction I think it is worth more."

You see, thanks to Zaliha, I knew Abdul wanted out because he had married her only for her family's political clout which gave him his job. But he had his mistresses on his side and did not want her but couldn't get rid of her without upsetting them. However, a lesbian relationship which is illegal in Malaysia would give him his freedom and the stigma would be enough to save him from her family's retribution and have it hushed up.

All of this would give Zaliha what she wanted after the days in Bangkok: residence in Australia and employment in my department with her eyes set on being number one. It was time for bargaining.

Abdul may be Asian and a master of making tricky contracts but he was up against someone who had spent countless hours reaching the top level of negotiation strategy games from the vast expanse of space in Stellaris to a localised medieval family in Crusader Kings 3. He had no hope, and in exchange for the well-produced, scripted and acted video I walked away with a student cost of $USD 1000 plus 10% for Abdul and 40% for me under the table. This cost of 1500 was about half of what my government were prepared to pay.

I would be an unmatched negotiating hero to my employers and my department would be the go-to for future Asian negotiations. Plus, they wouldn't look too closely at the breakdown of the final $1500 or the Bangkok expenses included as entertainment to achieve the contract. Abdul though unhappy with only $100 per student and you will notice I didn't take everything from him still benefited. He would be divorced without losing his political backing and Zaliha would be in another country and no longer a worry. A win-win. A big win for me and a smaller win for him. The way I like it.

I reclined in the first-class section of the Boeing 737. I had flashed my documentation giving priority help at the Australian Embassy and they had issued Zaliha with her citizenship and passport in a day. Thus, I accompanied the conservatively dressed, Baju Kebaya wearing Zaliha to the airport. In the toilets before the plane entry, she had discarded this for her Bangkok street slutwear to board the aircraft bound for the land of Oz.

Ah, you ask about Nural. Well while Zaliha and I were in Bangkok she had visited her family. There she discovered her former handsome but poor boyfriend was now handsome and very, very rich. It was of those Asian things, knowing someone with insider knowledge, and having what was needed to be a part of the scheme. She had handed in her resignation in return for some participation in the video and departed, opening up a spot for Zaliha in my department.

The first part of the flight was spent under a blanket on our joined laid-out bed-like first-class seats. There, as I slowly fucked Zaliha or was it being fucked by Zaliha, I once again went over with her how my department operated and the upcoming first fight for CEO between The Korean Cho and Filipina MeryLu.

Zaliha was particularly interested in my plan of seeding all of my department's 32 Asian females, apart from the winning CEO, during the three months following the CEO sexfight. And even more interested in that the number one seed after those three months would sexfight the winner of the CEO fight for that position.

Three hours later the Malaysian stewardess in first class had turned off the lights Zaliha buzzed her. She had an easy job as we were the only occupants in the first-class cabin.

She approached and Zaliha stood up in her four, square inches of black thong and bra. Ninety per cent was attached to thin spaghetti string straps and strained to cover and support her set of 36-inch hanging melons. The other ten per cent was the size of a pirate eye patch and pretended to cover her quim allowing her shaved slit to stick out like a camel toe with a black band-aid.

"My husband will pay you $3000 to sexfight me and give you another $5000 if you win," Zaliha said as she undid her top and her small coverings dropped to the floor. "Of course, when you lose you must suck his cum from my cunt after he fucks me," she finished.

The Malaysian Chinese stewardess looked her up and done. "An easy $8000 for me and better for me than spending some time on a Western businessman who thinks he is God's gift to women and lasts 3 minutes." She turned to me and added, "No offence intended, sir." But I could see from the way she looked at me she didn't mean the apology.

As the stewardess locked the door and arranged a couple of fully recliner seats into a bed and Zaliha sucked me harder than I was so I could enjoy watching, I thought back over a great week. Probably the best in my life. I could certainly get used to it. Thank you, Dr. Martin. I now knew the truth of one of his guiding principles: good things cum to those who don't deserve it.