The Contract Maker

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 will be found by reading the entire series.

Kneeling between her 35-year-old mother's wet pussy and engorged clit Anh's tongue went back into overdrive. After another 15 minutes of pleasure, Vang's 5 ft 1, 35C 29 36, 115-pound body was jerking in time to her deep rhythmical grunts. Anh reached up with one hand to tease a long, thick nipple on the, for her age, surprisingly firm tit and drew a scream of arousal from her mother. She sucked on the throbbing clit, and her mother lost it completely.

"Ung Ung Ungg. Gotta come. Ungh Ungh. My daughter, Ungh, you are, ungh, making, Aaaah, your mother, Eighhh, cum. It's going. Ungh, ungh, to be a big one."

She pushed at Anh's head. "Pull away, my daughter. Aiiigh. I'm ungh going to squirt."

Anh fastened her mouth like a leech on her mother's spasming slit and accepted the flood of love juice her writhing mother's quim ejected. Her panting, recovering mother wailed to the world at large, "My daughter just made me cum so hard and then swallowed it when I squirted."

Anh caressed her mother's face as she said, "And that daughter is proud her mother is so horny and cums so strongly that her proud daughter wants her to cum more." She turned on the ignition and went on the attack again, lapping at her mother's cum-soaked quim and working over a wailing Vang's sensitive, swollen love bud.

Drained and semi-conscious, Vang listened as Anh outlined her plan. She did not fully trust her 18-year-old daughter when she explained how she had pretended to betray Vang and side with Huyen. Anh's reason was so she could learn the secrets of how the middlewoman, Huyen, controlled, organized, and ran the Vietnamese Home sewers who supplied the cheap labour to firms that proudly slapped "Australian made" labels on their garments.

Of course, most of the money paid by the firms to Huyen did not end up in the home sewers' hands, as she squeezed them like a Boa Constrictor with an animal in its coils. Her control was maintained by her ruthlessness and lack of pity for fellow Vietnamese and the Contract Maker. This was two black 8-inch dildos that screwed into the ends of a 6-inch red flexible middle section. The result was the feared 22-inch double dildo she used in sexfights to settle any complaints the home sewers had with her.

Twice, Vang had taken on Huyen on behalf of the home sewers for a pay rise in their piece work, and twice she had narrowly been defeated. No one else had ever come close in the 10 years of Huyen's reign. Now her daughter was proposing a third contest for Vang. This time Anh would help by using the knowledge she had gained from Huyen, plus ensuring Vang would win the Contract Maker sexfight. She jolted fully upright when she registered the last words Anh had said, "And after you win and we are in control, we will screw the home sewers so hard they will think Huyen was Father Christmas."

"But I fought her to get better payments for the home sewers, and you are suggesting we become worse than Huyen," she queried. What had her daughter become?

Anh had certainly changed. Four days after her 18th birthday in their Government housing apartment, she had witnessed Vang's first epic battle with Huyen using the Contract Maker. She was immediately seduced by the wealth and money-bought sophistication of the 40-year-old, super-attractive Vietnamese. She initiated contact with Huyen and changed from a demure, cleanskin, conscientious student into Huyen's protégé and lover.

She had betrayed her mother and had chosen Huyen during Huyen and Vang's second sexfight. Now her goals in life were money, clothes, exhibitionism, and sex. From the constant fucking with the lesbian Huyen she was now an expert in lesbian loving making, but she knew, despite the unfulfilling and unsatisfactory normal games year 12 students had played with year 9s, she also wanted to experience good cock.

She was one of the current generation of youth: she wanted everything and wanted it now, if not earlier, without too much effort. After all, it was her right. She had become frustrated at how Huyen had, from her point of view, only slowly made her a partner in the business. Forget about the designer European clothes bought on their Hong Kong trip, forget about the BMW she drove, and the business knowledge she had received. It was not enough, so Anh had devised her plan to replace Huyen, and an essential part of it included her mother.

Her voice was soothing as she went back to Vang's honeypot with her long fingers and said, "And what did they do for you? Nothing. They let you fight Huyen and would have taken all the benefits if you had won. Even now, they blame you for losing." Her fingers were caressing Vang's swollen clit as her mesmerising voice droned on, calming her mother, slowly bringing her onside.

Vang listened to snippets. "You deserve it. They don't. You were so close to winning. I want to see you living in the house we own, not a government rental, see you dressed like the woman you are." The last one brought a moan from Vang, who, being Vietnamese, was obsessed with looking good. "This time, you will have my help because I will drain the bitch and have a plan before your fight that involves some Sudanese help. We will win, and we will benefit."

Vang's body was shuddering as cum after cum rolled through her. Anh rolled them into 69 and, before she attacked, whispered, "Let your body decide. It knows your mind. If you squirt in my mouth, it means you want it to happen." Her tongue extended into her mother's cunt, and her fingers plundered Vang's arsehole.

Vang's body spasmed and she screamed, "I'mmm cum cummiiiing and sqirrrrtiiinnnnng." Anh swallowed then pulled away, allowing her mother to see her ejaculated cum bouncing off her daughter's 32A tits and taut midriff.

The next morning, although the Sudanese cafe was almost empty, mother and daughter sat beside the 6 Sudanese refugee occupants. One was about 45, obviously the leader, while the other 5 looked like they between 20 and. These 5 were obviously minions as they hung onto every word the tee-shirted, suit-wearing boss uttered. While they waited for their Jabana coffees, the two Vietnamese, as most people do, looked at their phones. They knew they were being scrutinised and evaluated by the men but pretended not to notice. Anh stood and went to the restroom while Vang stood and removed her blazer jacket.

The men were undecided. Did their eyes follow the younger one on her high heels with the stretch skirt so short that its bottom was only an inch lower than where her arse cheeks ended. Or did they feast on the thick dark brown nipples of the older woman, erect and clearly visible through her semi-sheer tight white and her more rounded, but still shapely, body and legs.

The boss's eyes dropped to Anh's phone lying on the table and nearly popped out. The internet-famous porn star Tia Ling's lawyer negro gangbang video was still playing, and he brought it to the attention of the others.

On her return, Anh found the door shut and the window blinds down. The older man said as he pointed at the phone, "That's an interesting video."

Anh replied, "Yes, Tia Ling is my favourite porn star because of the way she takes black cock and gangbangs. You should see her in Asian Lawyer Gangbanged or Public Disgrace or The Training of O or her Facial Abuse effort, though that's harder to find. It's my mother's anniversary of arriving in Australaia, and I wanted her to experience that, but there are no negroes here in Melbourne, so it looks like she will just have to watch the video."

"I would say Sudanese cock is probably better," Jiath replied. "if she would like to try."

Vang removed her white top. Her full 35C tits were cradled in one of Huyen's quarter-cup bras that Anh had taken, Anh's being far too small to use. She wriggled out of her mini skirt, stepped back, bent and placed her extended arms on the chair, so her arse pointed back to the men. Her wet prominent cunt was displayed prominently squeezed between the back of her thighs. The lips of her pussy glistened with her sex juices, which had been flowing since Anh had started to talk to Jiath in the cafe headquarters of the Sudanese crime gang.

The room was suddenly filled with the sound of chairs scraping back and men moving quickly to stand up. The sight of Vang's cunt drew the men, like moths to a flame. Her pussy, seen from the rear, was an oyster shape pushing aside the mounds of her buttocks. The way she was bent over, her cheeks spread wide, gave a clear view of her thick, puffy labia. The light from the fluorescent lights highlighted her cunt lips and her clit, which was a throbbing, large, swollen nub, peeked out from its pushed-aside hood.

Anh, who stood beside her mother, hand moved. Her fingers targeted her mother's waiting cunt and opened its wetness ensuring she had the Sudanese men's full attention. Her mother was panting, her tits rising and falling rapidly as she enjoyed both Anh's touch and the men's looks. As Anh's fingers traced the outline of Vang's swollen quim, the men stared, their eyes glued to the movement of digits and sex-flesh.

"Look at that, she's so wet for us," murmured one of the Sudanese men, his eyes glinting with lust as Anh's fingers went deeper, her index and middle fingers sliding into Vang's eager cunt. She curled them upwards, and Vang's knees quivered before she gasped as her body arched back, causing her full tits to sway from side to side as she stiffened with pleasure.

The Sudanese men watched, their eyes locked on Vang's tits, the darker areolae framing her thick, erect nipples that stood proud, begging to be touched. Anh noticed their rapt attention on Vang's boobs and reached around with her free hand, catching one of the swinging mounds and squeezing it firmly, drawing a moan of arousal from Vang. It was going just as she planned, Anh thought.

Jiath, the leader, gave the tall, slim Bol the nod. Bol, his 9 inches of black cock already hard in his pants, stepped forward, stroking it through the fabric, a predatory smile spreading across his face. The other men watched, their cocks becoming ready for their turn, as he approached Vang. When Bol pulled it out, his tool was a thick, hard shaft with a bulbous, mushroom-shaped head that was already leaking precum. Its veins stood out like cords, pulsing with each heartbeat that pushed blood along them. It was a dark chocolate colour, slightly darker than his skin, which somehow made it more menacing, and it twitched in his hand as if it had a mind of its own.

With a grace that belied his size, Bol bent his knees and lowered his body behind Vang. He gripped her hips, his thumbs resting on the small of her back and his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist. He lined up the head of his cock with the swollen, waiting opening of her pussy. Vang flinched, and she whispered a prayer to her ancestors. Anh stepped back, watching the scene unfold. This was the moment she had been preparing for, the moment that would either make or break her plan.

Bol thrust forward, driving his cock into Vang with machine-like force, burying it to the hilt in one savage stroke. The sound that came out of Vang's mouth was a mix of shock and pain that morphed into a semi-orgasmic shriek. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she met him thrust for thrust as her body reacted to the black cock fucking her.

The other men watched in amazement as Bol began to pound into Vang with a ferocity that had replaced his previous grace. Each hammer blow sent a wave of need through Vang, making her quiver and moan. Her pussy was stretched to its limits around his thick cock as her cunt was filled. The room echoed with the wet slapping sounds of their bodies coming together, punctuated by Bol's grunts, Vang's moans and the heavy breathing of the men watching.

As Vang's wailing grew louder and her movements more erratic, Anh could see that the other Sudanese men were growing more and more excited. They whispered to each other in their Dinka tongue, watching the action before them. Anh's own hand was pleasuring her cunt, and some of the men saw that.

Jiath, the leader, pointed to Garang, the youngest of the group at 21. He stepped forward, his 8 and a half inches of black meat already standing proud. He smirked at the sight of Vang's distended cunt, the walls stretching to accommodate Bol's monstrous cock. Garang's hand moved faster than a cobra's strike, his rigid black snake slapping Vang's face left then right repeatedly with classic turkey slaps. She opened her mouth in shock, but before any words left her lips, Garang had filled her mouth with cock. Her eyes watered as she took it in, the thickness of his shaft making her gag.

"Suck it, bitch!" Garang ordered, his voice filled with excitement. "Show us how much you love prime black-snake."

She tried to focus on Garang's cock, but Bol's cock pounding into her from behind was distracting her as she felt her walls stretch and clench around him, her body responding in a way she never thought possible. The salty taste of precum filled her mouth as she struggled to accommodate Garang's rod, yet her tongue still swirled around his prick to show her appreciation. Bol's grunts grew louder, his hips slapping against her arse as he picked up the pace. "Oh, fuck, you're so tight," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum soon, slut."

Garang's grip on her head tightened as his cock pumped in and out of her mouth like a piston. She could feel the arousal in his cock and see his thighs tense with each thrust. Anh watched, her own pussy clenching around her fingers, as Vang's body shook and she noisily came again.

The sight of Vang's climax was too much for the other Sudanese men. They approached Anh, their own cocks standing stiff, eager to claim her. However, Jiath held up a hand, a silent command that stopped them in their tracks. "No," he said firmly, his eyes gleaming with a mix of power and desire. "Leave her alone." He sat and assisted Anh to sit on his lap, her legs spread slightly, while her eyes continued watching her mother's gangbang.

Vang was writhing in pleasure, impaled by the two Sudanese men spit roasting her. Bol's grip tightened on her hips as he neared climax, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his cock pumping in and out of her uncontrollably until Vang's body shook, and she moaned around Garang's cock as another orgasm ripped through her.

Through Jiath's trousers, Anh felt the warmth of his 11-inch cock pressing against her, the ridge of it nestling between her arse cheeks. Her eyes remained locked on her mother's contorted face, a mix of pride and envy swirling in her gut. Her hands were still between her legs, fingers coated in her own juices as she took in the sight of Vang being claimed by these Sudanese men.

Bol's grunts grew deeper, his strokes more erratic, and Vang's cries grew louder as he neared his peak. Anh watched as Bol's abs tensed and his cock grew even thicker, his hand tightening around the base of his shaft to delay his release. "I'm going to fill you with black seed, bitch," Bol boasted, through clenched teeth.

Vang's eyes found the mirror on the wall and watched herself being taken. Anh's arousal grew as she felt the warm ridge of Jiath's massive cock pressing against the base of her arse and cunt. Bol's deep, animalistic growl filled the room as he reached his peak, his cock pulsing and filling Vang's pussy with his hot seed. The sight of her mother's body trembling with pleasure made Anh's own juices flow even more freely. Vang let out a scream that echoed through the secured room as Bol's cum spurted deep inside her.

Moments after, Mabok, a towering Sudanese man with a cock that looked like a third leg, stepped forward to take Bol's place. He was at least 6'5, a gym junkie with a chiselled body that looked like it was carved from rock. His eyes were alive with lust, and his white teeth gleamed as he grinned at the sight of Vang's cum dripping pussy. With a swift movement, he pulled his cock out of his pants. He lined himself up with Vang's wet entrance and slammed into her, making her scream around the thick cock still lodged in her mouth.

Anh couldn't tear her gaze away from her mother's cunt being filled with powerful hip thrusts. "Do you like what you see?" Jiath whispered in her ear as his hand moved to caress the swell of her left breast. His fingers traced the shape of her hard nipple. His touch was feather-light: a stark contrast to the brutal pounding her mother was receiving. "Your mother is a fine piece of meat, isn't she?"

Anh nodded, unable to form words as she watched Mabok's powerful hips pound his fuck meat into her mother. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Jiath's other hand slid under her skirt and his long, thick fingers opened her cunt lips. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his movements deliberate as he began to tease her clit, sending bolts of pleasure through her body.

Mabok's deep, rhythmic thrusts grew more intense, his grunts of pleasure growing louder with each hammer blow. Vang's eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth full of Garang's cock as she moaned and squirmed under the onslaught. Anh watched in amazement as her mother's body still responded to the spit roasting, with her pussy gripping and releasing Mabok's thick shaft tirelessly.

Jiath's skilled fingers played with Anh's clit, his other hand squeezed her tit, and his thumb flicked her hardened nipple. She felt a warmth spread through her, her heart racing as she watched the scene unfold before her. Garang's head jerked back, and he let out a guttural moan as he shot his load into Vang's mouth. The force of his climax was so strong that cum spurted out past her lips, coating her cheeks and dripping down onto her tits.

Vang choked slightly, but she never stopped moving her head, eager to swallow his cum shot. Another orgasm was building in her, the pressure growing with each powerful thrust from Mabok's thick cock. Anh's own pussy was now a wet mess, her juices soaking into Jiath's trousers beneath her, while in front of her, Vang still demanded more.

Jiath ordered the remaining men to rail Vang on the floor. Yar spread cushions on the floor as Mabok yelled to Bol, "You were right, brother. This bitch is tight and gooooo." His voice tailed off into an incomprehensible wail as he came, followed by his cock plopping out, causing a flood of cum to pour down Vang's hamstrings. As Mabok led Vang to the cushions, Yar lay on his back, his quivering rod pointing at the ceiling. Aliir and Guor arranged Vang facing forward over his cock and let go of her arms. Her sopping wet cunt slid easily down his pole till she was totally impaled.

Aliir and Guor tossed a coin, causing Guor to smile: Vang's arse was his while Aliir had to be satisfied with her mouth. Guor's cock was like a thick tree branch, and, as Vang squirmed, it was clear she was unsure if she could take it all. He lubed it up with the cum that was oozing from her cunt and spat on it for good measure. He held it at her tight anus and pushed. She groaned as it slowly penetrated.

While Vang was being ravaged by the three men on the floor, Anh's body was alight with pleasure: her mother's cries around the cock in her mouth and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh were the background for her own climax. "Mmm, yes, baby, come for me," Jiath whispered into her ear, his hand moving relentlessly between her legs, his fingers plunging in and out of her slick pussy. His touch was like nothing she had ever felt before, a mixture of strength and tenderness that had her body arching and writhing on his lap.

As the waves of Anh's climax crashed over her, she felt a strange sense of disappointment. Despite the intense pleasure that washed through her, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. She looked over at her mother, Vang, now being pounded by Mabok, her legs spread wide, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. Her mother's eyes were closed, her mouth full of Aliir's thick cock, and she looked like she was in heaven, and Anh knew what she was missing.