Pakistani Asma Nasir

This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of Asma and her family's sexual journey will be found by reading the entire series.

The day had finally arrived. It was the night of the Prom. Well, not the official, staid, school-organised event. This was organised by the Vietnamese Year 12 females and would be the night when Fahad fucked Vy for the first time and started her on her journey to Slutville. It would also be when, as part of her mother's plan, Fahad would plant the seeds in Vy's mind to sexfight her mother, Ai, so that Ai, with her black magic beliefs based in Taoism, could increase her sex powers by taking that of her daughter, after she defeated her.

Feeling uncomfortable in his hired penguin suit, Fahad stood at the bottom of the staircase waiting for the new slut version of Vy to appear. Beside him, her mother stood. The same mother who had just blown the 18-year-old Pakistani and swallowed his cum, as upstairs in her bedroom, Vy dressed. "Don't forget when you get back from the Prom to get her into the spare room with the bed and make her crave your cock and start her on the path of wanting to sexfight me. We need her as our toy, and I want you and your cock to make her a sex-addicted slut that will do anything perverted and degrading as our sex slave," were Ai's final words to Fahad.

She ground her arse back against his cock and felt it respond. "With you making my daughter a sex-addicted slut, I will fuck her: yes, fuck my own daughter, beat her in the sex contest that you encourage her to challenge me in, and take her sex strength and her youth from her and channel it to me. The greater slut you make her, the greater and stronger the powers I will take from her. Imagine making her willing to service ten or so of your friends any way they want, the insertions we will make her take, controlling her to participate in public exhibitionism, BDSM, anything we can think of. Because you and your cock will have made her a slut, you will be the conduit joining my daughter and me as I fuck her. You will be fucking me while I victory-fuck her. Without that, I cannot fully take all her sex powers and youth."

She groaned both from his cock growing and her need to take Vy's sex powers. "I remember something more from what I read, and it all fits," she told Fahad. "I must fuck my daughter during her periods for the transfer to happen. Previously, in Vietnam, I was a lecturer in ancient Chinese history, and through research, learnt that after the first Emperor Qin Shi Huang gained power in 221 BC, all subsequent Emperors sought immortality. The Ming dynasty Emperor Jiajing had an elixir made that contained the menstrual blood of 300 concubines, later from over 1,000, in an attempt to seek a longer life. And it was successful, as he ruled for 47 years in the 1500s, the longest of any Emperor. It will work for me too."

They heard a door shut upstairs, and Ai moved away. Vy came into view and started descending the stairs. She was no longer the 18-year-old, year 12 student from two months previous, dressed, as he had first seen her, in her long, shapeless blue checked outfit that hung loosely on her thin body and reached mid-calf with long white socks that were pulled up to her knee well past the hemline.

She was draped in her version of Chrissie Tiegen's 2016 American Music Award (AMA) shaved-cunt showing, wardrobe malfunction. An outfit that Fahad, following Ai's instructions to start making Vy a slut, had suggested to her. Her red version of that black, backless, long gown had been made by a Vietnamese seamstress and had two very wide side splits which reached from 6 inches below her armpits to her ankles. Chrissie's original version had a three-inch gap at pussy level and twelve inches at her ankles. Vy's had six and eighteen. Just the same as the Tiegen outfit, the two side slits were secured by large safety pins starting 4 inches above her belly button.

She tottered down the stairs on seven-inch heels with two-inch platforms, and as she got closer, they could see her plain, round face with its short, brutal hairstyle and no makeup had been transformed. Her hair was cut in a feathered pixie style and dyed yellow, while her face was plastered in slut makeup with excessive eye shadow and huge false eyelashes. As she rather inelegantly descended on her new heels, with each step, the dress revealed her shaved, bare pussy.

Ai hissed that her outfit was inappropriate and, even if it was, Vy did not have the body to wear it as well as she would. This, of course, gave Fahad the chance to defend Vy, which she heard. Snuggled up against Fahad in the hired limo, he could hear her swearing under her breath, "Fucking bitch, Fucking bitch. I hate her."

Fahad played his part, praising Vy, telling her no one else at the prom would look as good or sexy and belittling what Ai would look like in the outfit. This seemed to calm her, especially when she finally noticed the huge cock bulge in his trousers, when, for the third time, Fahad obviously tried to hide it. She too wanted to be noticed and 'accidentally' moved so one tit fell free. She had very small 29A tits, but they were firm, and Fahad saw for the first time Vy's two-inch wide and one-inch raised puffy nipples with thick, hard nipples extending from this base.

He didn't have to try harder to stay erect when he saw the furthest nipple was pierced and had a thick gold chain dangling from it. His gasp alerted her, and she tried to cover it, somehow managing to show more. "Oh, can you see it?" she said innocently. "I bought it last week for tonight. Do you like it?"

They were one of the last to arrive. Inside the hired hall, the Vietnamese Year 12 girls had turned the unofficial prom into their own show. Most wore outfits that screamed 'look at me': short dresses that barely covered their arses, complemented with plunging necklines, or tops that clung tightly to their tits that were emphasised by their push up bras. Heavy makeup was everyone's go to, so thick layers of foundation hid any flaws, eyes were rimmed in black liner with false lashes so long they screamed artificial. To top it off their lips were plumped and glossy, Botox making them even more pouty.

Cam's crew stood out the most, clustered near the dance floor in their minis and dresses, all made from the same transparent material that let their thongs show through. Every one of the noisy, chattering group had their uniform: the same material, the make-up and yellow streaks in their hair mirroring Cam's. One girl had a halter dress split down the front to her navel, her pierced belly button glinting under the lights, while another wore a backless number that dipped low enough to flash more than the top of her crack. They laughed loudly, tossing their styled hair and checking out the others, all while throwing out challenging, dismissive glances at anyone who dared compete.

As Fahad prepared to escort Vy in, he could see all eyes were focused on Cam, the leader of the Vietnamese girls and instigator of the online bullying against Vy. Cam was poured into a copy of the dress Marilyn Monroe wore when she sang 'Happy Birthday' to JFK. If anything, Cam's version was more transparent than Monroe's, with the thin fabric clinging to her body and letting plenty of flesh show through under the lights. Eyes quickly turned from Cam and focused on Vy as she made her entrance beside Fahad.

She walked slowly and carefully in her seven-inch heels, but made sure each step pulled the wide side slits of her red dress apart farther than needed. The gaps at her hips stretched to six inches wide, making her shaved pussy the hero of the show, just like some ingredient is the hero of the dish in MasterChef.

She paused halfway across the room, pretending to fix one of the safety pins level with her belly button, but really, she twisted her hips just enough to let the dress flap open more, giving everyone a full view of her bare slit and the way it parted slightly with the movement. Across the room, Cam's face tightened, her yellow-streaked hair flipping as she whispered something derogatory to her group.

Vy caught her eye and held it, smirking as she took another step that let her small tit with the pierced nipple slip free from the halter top. The thick gold chain dangled from the hard nipple, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, and Vy was in no hurry to cover it. Instead, she arched her back a little, pushing her chest out so the chain caught the light and sparkled, drawing gasps that drowned out the DJ's music.

She leant into Fahad's arm, whispering loud enough for nearby ears, "See that? Cam's dress has got nothing on this." Murmurings turned to outright stares, and Cam scowled, her almost transparent dress suddenly looking modest in comparison to Vy's semi-nakedness.

Cam pushed through her crew and marched over, her transparent dress swishing with each step. Her eyes locked on Vy's exposed tit and the swaying gold chain. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, you ugly, little wannabe? Strutting in here like you own the place with your flat chest and that cheap piercing. Everyone knows you're just a desperate virgin trying too hard."

Vy didn't back down, stepping closer so her bare pussy nearly brushed Cam's thigh through the slit in her dress. She tugged lightly on the chain, making her nipple harden more, and shot back, "Desperate? Says the bitch who bullies girls online because she can't handle real competition. Look at you in that see-through rag, thinking your fake tits make you queen. I've got Fahad here, and he's harder and bigger for me than any of your quick fucks."

Cam laughed loudly, tossing back her yellow-streaked hair. "Fahad? That Pakistani loser? Bet he only picked you because no one else would touch your bony arse. I've had most of the males in this room, and they'd all say I'm the real slut worth chasing. You're just playing dress-up, flashing that unused, shaved, pretend cunt as though it's special."

Vy's face reddened, but she still pushed forward, hissing loud enough for the crowd to hear, "Then prove it, Cam. You talk big, but I bet you would lose if we went at it. Let's settle who's the top bitch right now, just us, pussy to pussy till one submits."

Cam's eyes narrowed, a smirk twisting her pouting lips. "You're on, loser. Upstairs, where we can go uninterrupted with normal sexfight rules until the loser submits and quits. The winner will lead the pack, while the loser crawls back into a hole." She turned to her pack. "Stay down here. I will bring this bitch back when I have won and make her tell you that I am better." She and Vy glared at each other for a few seconds, then turned and left the hall through a side door and headed up the stairs to find an empty room to settle it.

The males drifted away to play pool or use the arcade games, while the girls descended on the two photo booths to pull stupid faces for 2 minutes of fame on the internet. As the only non-Vietnamese in attendance, Fahad was left on his own, and after a moment of indecision, he too took the stairs to the deserted first-floor storage area.

Cam and Vy found a dimly lit storage room upstairs, empty except for some old furniture such as dusty couches and stacked chairs. Cam kicked the door shut behind them, locking it with a click, then turned to Vy with a sneer. "Strip, bitch. Let's see if that bony body can back up your mouth."

Vy didn't back down and reached for the safety pins on her red dress. She unclipped the three, one by one, letting the fabric fall away in a heap at her feet, revealing her thin, eighteen-year-old frame. Her small 29A tits stood firm on her narrow chest, the puffy nipples two inches wide and one inch high, with thick tips jutting out. The pierced one still had the gold chain dangling from it, swinging lightly as she kicked off her seven-inch heels. Her shaved pussy was fully exposed now, its smooth lips slightly parted from the excitement, sitting high above her thin legs. Her feathered pixie hair framed her heavily made-up face, and the excessive eye shadow and huge false lashes made her look older.

Cam watched, then struggled out of her tight transparent dress, slowly peeling it off her body like a second skin. She stepped out of it, kicked it aside, and her fuller figure was obvious in the dim light. Her eighteenth birthday fake tits gift from her parents sat high and were round and false. They were 34C at least, with small dark nipples that were already hardened. She put her hands on her hips and thrust her shaved pussy with its plump lips forward. Yellow-streaked hair fell around her shoulders, botox-plumped lips curled in a mocking grin, and her heavy makeup was faultless, as her mother was a beautician. There is a joke in Australia: Vietnamese daughters either become brain surgeons or beauticians, and Cam's mother fell into the latter group. She fluttered her false lashes as she sized Vy up.

Both naked, they circled each other slowly on the worn carpet tiles, bodies tense and ready for the sexfight which had been building for months. They closed in, bodies uniting in a standing embrace, and Cam pressed forward so her larger fake tits compressed Vy's smaller ones. Physics can't be denied, and the firm silicon forced Vy's puffy nipples to bend back under the pressure. Vy grunted, her narrow chest giving way as Cam's tits dominated the contact, making Vy's thin frame sway backward from the waist.

Cam leant in, using her larger body to control the momentum, and Vy stumbled back until her legs hit the edge of a dusty sofa. They toppled onto it together, the old cushions absorbing their fall and their legs tangling as they fought for top position. Again, physics won out, and Cam twisted her stronger body on top to pin Vy down with her hips. She wriggled until she ended up with her shaved pussy planted above Vy's face and ducked her face between Vy's skinny thighs. Vy gasped and tried to play catch-up, her tongue flicking out to work Cam's plump lips after Cam's mouth had already clamped down on Vy's smooth slit and begun eating.

Cam attacked Vy's pussy with the practised skill that had made her the undisputed top-dog, and her tongue searched deep in Vy's slit while her lips sucked hard on the exposed clit. She worked rhythmically, flicking her tongue tip quickly on it before slowing to long laps that dragged across Vy's sensitive sex nerves, as her hands gripped Vy's skinny thighs to hold them apart. Vy strained her neck to try to keep up, her own tongue probing for Cam's cunt, but Cam had the luxury of the upper position to lift her quim away from Vy's searching tongue. This inability to attack, plus the sensations she was receiving, overwhelmed Vy, causing her hips to buck involuntarily as Cam's mouth relentlessly worked her pussy. Cam hummed into Vy's slit and the vibrations added arousal.

Ignoring Vy's sporadic tonguing, she slipped two fingers inside Vy, curling them to try and find Vy's G-spot while her tongue continued pleasuring her clit mercilessly. Vy's breathing came in sharp gasps, her body tensing under the stronger opponent, with the gold chain on her nipple swinging wildly with each of her twitches. She moaned loudly, trying to focus on eating Cam back, but was unable to do so. Cam's experience showed as she varied the pace, sucking harder to bring Vy close to orgasm, before easing off to deny it. Finally, Vy shattered, her back arching off the sofa as she came loudly, a high-pitched cry testimony to that happening. Her pussy clenched around Cam's fingers while slick juices coated Cam's face.

Cam kept controlling Vy, her mouth working relentlessly on Vy's dripping pussy, sucking and tonguing her clit while her fingers pumped in and out of Vy's vagina. Vy writhed underneath, her moans increasing as another wave of pleasure built. "That's it, you weak bitch," Cam taunted, lifting her head just enough to speak. "Cum for me again, show everyone downstairs what a loser you are."

Vy's voice was a whimper with the words disjointed. "No... stop... ahhh." But they had no effect on Cam who continued with business as usual pinning Vy's arms down with her knees, locking them against the sofa cushions, and shifted her hips up, lifting her own cunt out of Vy's reach so the thinner Year 12 student could only tongue at the air.

Cam continued her relentless, methodical attack, plundering Vy's cunt with deep tongue thrusts and twisting fingers, searching for and finding every sensitive spot. Vy's body tensed, her moans rising to a wail. "Oh God, I can't take... Mmmph." She came hard a second time, juices squirting out as her pussy spasmed, soaking Cam's chin.

Cam didn't let up, grinding her fingers deeper while sucking Vy's clit raw. "Two down, slut. Beg me to stop if you want, but you're mine now."

Vy thrashed weakly, her pinned arms useless as her moans spilt out. "Please, Aaahh, Too much." Cam laughed, dropping her pussy lower but still out of reach to tease, then plunged three fingers into Vy, curling them against the inner walls while her tongue flicked nonstop. Vy's hips jerked uncontrollably, her cries echoing off the storage room walls. "No more, uhhh... cumming." The third orgasm hit her, and her body shuddered as fresh slickness flooded out, leaving her sobbing and limp.

Cam pushed for the next and still unanswered fourth, using her free hand to pinch Vy's pierced nipple, tugging the chain to add pain and pleasure. "Another one is cumming, you pathetic virgin. Admit I'm better."

Vy could only moan incoherently. "Mmm... yes... ahhhh!" She exploded again, with her fourth cum ripping through her, body arching against the pins as Cam's mouth drank it all in, as she smiled in triumph.

Fahad had found the room from the noise of Vy's wailing and was watching from the dark corridor through the glass pane in the door. So engrossed was he in what was happening, he nearly had a heart attack when a voice spoke from behind him. "Is it making you horny? Me too. Aren't you glad you stumbled up here looking for the toilets? There is none up here, and I just came back from locking the door to the stairs to get here, so they can settle it in private, so you are lucky to be here. I am Huyen, and that's my daughter, Cam, on top."

As she spoke, she happened to glance down at Fahad's groin, and her mouth opened wide in surprise. She lifted her short, tight dress, pushed her thong aside with her fingers and slid them into her quim. She reached with her other hand to unzip Fahad's trousers and unleashed the monster, grasping the quivering 11 inches of his erect fuck meat. Her other hand moved from her slit and brushed her now wet fingers across his lips, parting them and then inserting each wet digit singly to be sucked.

"Not all that sex juice is from watching my daughter. My eyes have seen something else," she said as she stroked his cock, tracing her fingers along the protruding veins and teasing the slit in its swollen head. "Bigger than any Vietnamese man," she moaned as she worked her bunched mini skirt to her ankles and stepped her slim 85-pound body out of it. Then she moved in front of the 18-year-old Pakistani refugee and pressed her arse up and down his cock.

How could he resist this combined with what was happening in the room? Within seconds, his fingers were excitedly goosing into the crack between her arse cheeks as he writhed against her like a rutting animal. She moaned with anticipation as he unhooked her hard bra and fondled her tits, mentally comparing them in size to those in the room.

They stayed like this, watching as her daughter Cam maintained her control of Vy, her leg across her throat denying Vy access to her cunt while she ate the writhing, nude 18-year-old Vietnamese. "Do you want to give it to me?" Huyen whispered. "Want to feed that huge, hard prick into me." As she reached back and caressed and squeezed on the thick cock, the 36-year-old Vietnamese woman's entire body was trembling with the thought of his cock fucking her. Without waiting for Fahad's answer, she turned to face him and panted excitedly, "Hurry! Pull your cock out and use it on me."