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's sexual journey will be found by reading the entire series.
It was a week after her reunion as fuck partner with her son Fahad. Seven days of cock pleasure in which she had let her son take her in every way possible. Her mojo was back despite the fallout with her first Vietnamese female friend Ai. She had made her first successful challenge in the VU3XB sex club at Victoria University, a third-rate institution used by the Government to provide places to undereducated Minority refugee groups to cover up unemployment rates. In her sexfight she had defeated a Laotian mother of two to progress in a short time from a club Regular to Veteran and thus now wear a sapphire ear stud, rather than her original Topaz. Of course, she had the 3 dots running horizontally tattooed on the back of her hand which showed she was from Victoria University. (Chp. 2 goes into greater detail regarding the club).
Behind the scenes at Victoria University the VU3XB ruling clique, "The True Believers", were at a crisis point to defend their position as controllers of the excessive, lucrative, unaccounted Government funding. Their control, led by the Romanian-born University Chancellor Marija Poposky, VUX3B's current Prime Alpha of the sex club was facing a takeover by the latest wave of refugees. This was the Sudanese Group "The New Order" led by the Sudanese Alpha Beta and number two at Victoria University, Makur. Although The True Believers held a narrow advantage in females, they had no way of matching the numerically larger, bigger-cocked Sudanese males aged under 25 who did not attend Victoria University to study but to get unemployment benefits without having to look for a job. Unless something changed there would be a changing of the guard spearheaded by the Sudanese with their nine-inch plus of cock sword.
A Hail Mary plan had been concocted and as a result, Asma and three others stood outside the Sudanese pool room in Sunshine. They hoped to tap into a large number of mature unemployed Sudanese men and convince them to attend Victoria University and join The True Believers. The leader of the four women, Tuyen, a thirty-year-old Vietnamese working in Accounts as a clerk opened the door and led the Pakistani Asma and two Filipinas, Jessele, 25 years old and a social science student and Perlita, a 36-year-old University cleaner, into the darkened room. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting Asma saw three pool tables, a bar and about twenty-five mature Sudanese men sitting and playing cards. One of them stood up. He was about six foot three, 220 pounds and dressed in a silver sharkskin suit with a maroon polo under it. They may have been living on Government unemployment benefits, but they certainly spent it on the threads they wore.
He looked their way and said, "You girls got the wrong address. It happens all the time. The Exotic Hands Massage Parlour is two doors around the corner. Their employment advertisements always have the wrong address. This place is males only and you don't look like males to me." Although they had heard it before some of the Sudanese still laughed at his joke.
Tuyen, having been born in Australia, and though she had left school at the end of year 10, had the best English and replied, "Oh, we are in the correct premises all right. We are here to fuck you men until you can't get it up anymore." As she spoke, she eased herself out of her form-fitting dress to reveal her petit 5 ft 1, 95-pound body with its pert 32A tits and shaved pussy. Balanced on her five-inch heels she continued, "Myself, the Pakistani Asma and the Filipinas Jessele and Perlita will be more than enough for you men here, though feel free to phone for more reinforcements."
She fingered the emerald ear stud that showed she held Advanced rank in the club. Both Asma and Perlita were a grade lower being Veterans with a sapphire ear stub while Jessele wore the topaz ear stud which showed she was a grade lower and in the lowest rank, a Regular. It had however taken Perlita three years to rise from Regular to veteran, Asma only four months, while Tuyen was considered a rising star certain to rise a grade and become an elite and then probably one of the 12 Primes.
A stunned silence fell over the room until the big man turned his head to the left and said, "Thot, Umbi, Nhial and Jada, you four give them a taste of prime black meat and when they beg you to stop, kick the four bitches out into the street," and then returned to his card game. Four men eased out from their groups and meandered to the waiting women.
Nhial was first to reach the naked Tuyen and said, "Don't worry about it bitch, I'll go easy on you until we kick you out. A bit of a black meat turkey slap and cunt stretching is all it will take." Then he reached down to his crotch, unzipped his designer label jeans, and let them drop to the floor. He jerked down his boxers to release the long, hard brown cock protruding from under his middle-aged pot belly. His fat cock tip at the end of nine inches of black meat was already oozing out a little pre-cum.
Tuyen stared at it hungrily, her mouth slightly open. It was huge: far bigger than the Vietnamese cocks she devoured. She loved the way it stiffened, pointing straight at her. Her eyes devoured the thickly veined shaft and the fat pulsing head. His balls were a little hairy, but they looked swollen and full as they hung in their fat sack. The musky, pungent smell of his sex filled her nostrils and made her pussy ooze cunt slime. She knew what he wanted. She knew what to do.
She turned to the three other VU3BX club members. "I'll break this one and big mouth over there," pointing at and beckoning the shark-skinned suited leader to approach. Tuyen continued, "Asma, you take the other three and you two Filipinas give them a show." Asma undid her halter neck dress and let it fall to the floor in readiness to take the three men. She wore nothing underneath. Embarrassed by Tuyen in front of his lackeys, Gubang, the leader, stood and started to undress as Jessele and Perlita shimmied out of their standard Filipina outfits, boob tubes and tight jeans shorts before the older Perlita stood legs widespread as the twenty-five-year-old Jessele knelt and started noisily tonguing her.
Asma stood 5ft 7, had a longer face than many of the Indians over the border and which was highlighted with dark, memorising eyes and prominent eyebrows. Her nose was sharp and hooked giving her an aristocratic look. She had nicely shaped, full, slightly hanging 34C tits, a rounded belly and a womanly arse that was still firm. Many said she reminded them of Pakistan's first female president, Benazir Bhutto. Moreover, like most women from the subcontinent, she had a full mat of pubic hair. Both Filipinas were dark-skinned, short and small-titted though the older Perlita was developing that typical Filipina middle age belly.
