Beauty Queen Slut Pt. 04

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The gang bang of the air hostess continued. Before the next group, Cindy supervised a maid to clean up Karen and put fresh sheets on the mattress. She was flushed and already fairly shattered as she gargled to clean her mouth. Then it was the turn of the next three, all Chinese. Smaller cocks for her this time, but still an exhausting fucking.

I was only feet away as she coped with the three men. I could imagine how exhausting this would be over the hours ahead. She’d earn her money. While I and the others watched three other groups of men took their turns with her. In between, a maid came to wash her intimately between the legs and rear passage, rub her down, apply perfume, retouch the make up. I needed a pee and went to the toilet. While sitting on the seat, I heard two other women talking about me.

“That Stella Ng is getting an old lady, yet she’s earning big, big bucks,’ said one as they did their faces outside. “Still got a good body though for her age.”

“Ha, like that Mandy Tse. Living on their past fame. Heard that Mandy is doing gang bangs now like that Karen outside. Her porn films were just a novelty. This Stella will go the same way after they get tired of her movies.”

“Lol, like to see her having to take 20 or 30 guys up her ass. Won’t be such a stuck up bitch.”

“Come on. Let’s go and watch that Karen getting her cunt bashed off before we go upstairs with those two old bastards.”

Their words had shocked me. So it was true about Carina Tse. There was no way I would go down the same road. I again circulated among the crowd, which had become much more raunchy with the drink and gang bang. My panties were damp as my vagina was still leaking after the rigorous sex the previous night and I was sweaty. The men wanted action. Several painfully pinched my bottom or ran a hand over my bust while making crude comments as I moved among them. I’d never been treated like that before and protested to Peters.

“Time you went upstairs,” he said.

As Karen lay being washed again after the fifth group enjoyed her, I went on stage .

“Gentleman. Stella tells me it is her bedtime,” said Peters to laughter and whistles. “Envelopes will now be distributed to see who goes upstairs with her.”

Girls went around handing out envelopes.

“Please don’t open them until I ask you,” instructed Peters.

There was silence as they stood holding the envelopes.

“Very well gentlemen. Please open them.”

They were torn open and groans filled the room as the blanks were pulled out, then a shout of triumph. Everyone looked around at a middle-aged Chinese man in glasses holding up his card. He shouldered his way to the stage, grinning and obviously very excited.

“Ayyyy yah,” he said in Cantonese as he got on stage, his eyes almost popping out as he looked down my cleavage.

He was one of three Chinese men who had fucked Karen in the second group. I could smell her on him as he got up close and his arm went around me for a kiss. I didn’t want this on stage but had little choice as he pressed his mouth against mine and forced his tongue between my teeth. His hands slid down to my buttocks to fondle them as the crowd cheered.

I pulled back, leaving my lipstick on him, annoyed by his disrespect, forgetting I was stripped to my corset and on offer.

“Congratulations,” said Peters. “May I wish you a pleasant evening.”

The man took my hand and we walked through the grinning crowd. There were some drunken suggestions of what he should do to me before we reached the stairs and mounted them to my room.

“I have always wanted you Sui Mei,” he said using my Chinese name. “You are Hong Kong’s most beautiful actress. Why waste yourself on a gwielo when you were in your prime. It’s said you only like gwielo cock.”

I was angry by now.

“Look, I don’t want to discuss my life.” I told him. “Now you have me for the night. Get undressed and we’ll go into the jacuzzi”

He was taken aback by my firmness. I unlaced my corset while he pulled off his clothes to reveal a smallish cock. Chinese women probably won’t admit it but cock-size is one reason they prefer Caucasians. I was also glad after Peters the previous night not to have to service a big gwielo.

I didn’t have much trouble with him. He was in awe of having an actress sucking and fucking him. I gave him a blow job in the jacuzzi and later he screwed me in the big bed. He was very average after Peters – more like many of the men I’d slept with in the old days. I learned he was a middle range manager with an export company who’d earned a place at the party through making good returns for his bosses. Getting to bang an air hostess and me in one night must have been highlight of his life. He was exhausted after coming inside me and thankfully slept soon afterwards.

I lay beside him as he snored thinking about the future. I knew that my porn film career would be limited. Like Mandy Tse, the novelty would last for only a few movies. poker oyna They were vehicles to titillate and excite people who were lured into cinemas by seeing former straight actresses naked and having dirty sex.

I’d seen my first gang bang that night and knew very well that at some stage there’d be a move for me to follow in Mandy Tse’s footsteps. I knew that when that moment came it would be hard for me to resist the pressure to do a gang bang. The prospect horrified me but it was too late for me to turn back. The fact I was available to men such as the one I was with showed that I would not enjoy any where near same exclusivity as in my youngers days. No one then had got into my panties unless they were very rich or powerful.

Gary Leung made sure that I remained an A grader – one of those among his stable who commanded the highest fee and was only selectively available. That continued when I moved from being a beauty queen into film work – sometimes only a couple of men a month enjoyed me, although that occasionally included being with a particular man for a week or going to visit them abroad for a few days. They demanded only the best and that’s what I was at the time. One paid an enormous amount to have me for a month. A real old goat living in San Francisco who came from Sichuan.

He’d seen my first couple of movies and had a real thing about banging me. He had a business deal which attracted Leung, so he got me after paying half a million US. That was an enormous sum in the 1980s. Of course, I received less thant 40 percent because Leung and my mother always took a big cut. He must have been nearly 70 but could still perform very well. I was surprised how many times he could do it in a night compared with some of the old bastards who could hardly get it up. He certainly knew how to bed a woman and was an expert in eating pussy.

This made me very horny and I had frequent orgasms with him, despite being young enough to be his granddaughter. As a traditional Chinese man, he had about half a dozen wives, a number of mistresses and many children. Good job he was super rich. He wanted to make me an official wife but I declined. He gave me some very expensive jewellry when I left him, and another present I only discovered a month later when I missed my period. I had taken the usual precautions and was on the pill but like the other Chinese men he wouldn’t use condoms so it was always a risk.

I couldn’t believe such an old man could have impregnated me but tests confirmed it. To Leung’s annoyance I would be out of action for a while because of the termination. It was the first of two pregnancies during my whoring and I was certainly not the only one among Leung’s starlets to experience an abortion. It was not pleasant and the subsequent pain and bleeding left me depressed and out of action for a while. I’d always thought of having children and conceiving and losing my first like that had an obvious impact. I became harder after the abortion, and more calculating.

My career did reasonably well and I progressed to top roles, which kept me valuable to Leung. A new film meant publicity work, promotions, premieres and opening my legs for those men willing to pay a great deal to bed a star. The director got to fuck me, as did one or two of the wealthy backers of the film. The leading male star – if he wasen’t gay – sometimes demanded a blow job or full service.

In the last year before I met my husband, my rising fame resulted in Leung receiving even more requests for me to be a ‘dining partner’ – a euphanism for bedding me.

“I could fix you up every night,” he told me.

But that would have defeated the object. There were plenty of young wannabe actresses and models who he used to satisfy the many men who sought satisfaction.

In the last year before I met my husband, my rising fame resulted in Leung receiving even more requests for me to be a ‘dining partner’ – a euphanism for bedding me. “I could fix you up every night,” he told me. But that would have defeated the object. There were plenty of young wannabe actresses and models who he used to satisfy the many men who sought satisfaction.

The grade A actresses were reserved for those he really wanted to cultivate and please. And that included top criminals – triad bosses. Those violent men who ran the racketeering in Hong Kong – gambling, drugs, vice. Mak ting-wai was a notorious head of the 14K gang. He’d basically murdered his way to the top. Bald headed and tatooed, he ruled through fear and a small army of thugs who controlled his businesses.

I knew a very well known older actress who’d been fucked by him and ended up in hospital because of the treatment she’d received. She’d was not the only one. He got his kicks out of hurting women. Leung was not keen on giving his top women to Leung but he needed his muscle to enforce some of deals. My mother was concerned when she heard about what was planned. I’d just got over my abortion and now I had to service this monster. canlı poker oyna

“Mak is a mad man,” mother protested to Leung. “He made a mess of Jenny Pang. And Tammy Ma. He’s an animal.”

“I’ve told him to go easy because Stella has a busy schedule ahead of her.”

Our arguments had no effect on Leung. He couldn’t care less about my ass when a big money deal was at stake. A few days later a car took me to his compound in the New Territories.

By now, I’d been with more than 50 men in about 18 months, but no one like Mak. His home was outside a villlage with high walls topped by razor wire. We drove through electronic gates that closed behind us into the compound which contained a large three storey house.

There were a number of Mak’s men standing around the compound and there were whistles as I got out of the car, the hem of the tight skirt rearing up to show my thighs off. There was laughter as I walked to the door. I just looked straight ahead through my sun glasses. I entered a large foyer and there was Mak. I’d seen his photos in the papers. He was a short but powerfully built bull of a man, shaven headed and mean looking. He grinned showing several gold teeth.

“Sui Mei. Greetings,” he said.

Four of his henchmen surveyed me, leering.

“Don’t worry little chicken,” said Mak. “These boys would all very much like to fuck you but I promised Leung it would only be me.”

He walked over and squeezed my bust, his glistening face only an inch or so from mine. “Great tits,” he smiled.

“Now the boys can’t fuck you but I told them you’d do a little strip so they could see what they’ll be missing. I looked at him, mouth dry.

“Please, no,” I said.

“Yes, little chicken. Show them your tits and cunt.”

I glanced at the leering men. There was laughter.

“Do it,” ordered Mak. “Strip.”

I had no choice and was frightened. While the men made crude comments I unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged out of it. Then unzipped the skirt and pushed it down, letting it slide to my feet. I was in my bra, suspender belt, panties and stockings. I felt by skin crawl under the gaze of the thugs as I reached behind my head to unhook the bra, then slid it off my shoulders to whistles. Bare breasted I bent over to undo my suspenders from the stockings and roll them off. Finally I stepped out of the belt and panties.

I looked at the hungry faces of the thugs and shuddered. I was sweating as Mak slowly ran his hands over my crotch and belly before cupping my breasts.

“One of the best pair’s you’ll see boys” he said to his men as he weighed a breast in his hand. ” Sorry I can’t hand her over after I’ve finished but you’ll get that American piece who’s arriving later from LA. Blond and 38 inch tits. I paid a good price for her so make sure she knows what’s expected and learns some manners before we put her to work.”

He looked at me.

“Pity I don’t run your cunt because I’d make sure you made a great deal of money for me. Leung let’s his top women sit on their asses too much. Don’t believe Jenny Pang and Tammy Ma had a proper fucking before I did it to them. Not used to getting a real prick up them. Right I need a good suck and fuck. You won’t forget this night, little chicken.”

He was right. The bastard gave me the most painful fucking I’d ever endured. In the bedroom, he pulled off his clothes, revealing a stocky body covered from head to foot in triad tattoos, with a dragon etched on his back from neck to buttocks. Even his large penis had been adorned, which must have been very painful.

“Like the picture show, eh” he laughed.

Kneeling I had to lick his ass and suck his balls, then the blue coloured erection. He had about the biggest cock of a Chinese man I’d seen.

“I started out training bitches like you,’ he said as I sucked. “Got ’em used to taking up to 30 men a day in a Mongkok brothel. They did as they were told or I gave them a good hiding. Then I ran some high class pussy, foreigners too. One or two tried to step out of line and got the same. Made sure they worked, even during their bleeding. More tongue. Good. You’ve done a bit of sucking. I can tell.”

I worked on the bastard as he talked about his time pimping before he moved up the triad ladder.

“The 14K runs thousands of women, from the top cunt to the streets. All pay their percentage to us after each fuck. Big business. Drugs make more but pussy is a big part of our profits.”

I kept working on him until he finally came to climax. I felt the tremor and then with a grunt and swearing he unloaded a big gout of hot, bitter crud into my mouth, most of which went down my throat as I continued to suck it out of him, knowing better than to pull away.

“Good, good,” he said.

I washed my face and gargled in the bathroom before coming back to join him on the massive circular bed with a mirror in the ceiling.

“Suppose you heard about that Candy Lau that my boys took care of internet casino a year or so back” he said referring to an actress who had been kidnapped and raped. ” She tried to walk out on a movie we’d financed. Wouldn’t do a topless scene.Needed a lesson and got it. Bet you’ve seen the video of her being given a good fucking by a few of my guys.”

“I’ve never allowed any of my skirt to walk away from anything. A few have tried it and have suffered for it. Made them watch the man getting his balls beaten to pulp and then put ’em on free offer for a few days in one of the cheap brothels serving queues of men. That’s included some of the expensive foreign skirt. Served as a good lesson to the others.”

I was very scared as he cupped a breast, played with it and then squeezed the nipple between two fingers, increasing the pressure.

“No, please,” I whimpered as it really became painful. He grinned.

“Tits are always the most sensitive. I got a lot of other ways of hurting without leaving marks.” he said.

He let go and I cradled the pulsing nipple. I was alone and vulnerable with this sadist.

“Right. it’s fuck time,” growled.

He spared me nothing. I’d been taken many times by now but not like this. His aim was to cause pain and he succeeded. Mak buried his head in my breasts and bit down on the already crushed nipple.

I screamed and bucked under him as he did the same to the other. Pulling my legs wide apart, he roughly forced himself into me and began to thrust with his rock hard cock.

“Like that eh, little chicken. A real man at last.”

He thumped down on me, crushing the breath out of me. I screamed again as he put all his power into the strokes, going as high as he could. I was lubricated but it hurt a lot. I was being bruised from the aggressive fucking and he was getting off on hurting me. I’d never been treated like this before and was terrified. He could kill me using this force. My screams and cries only seemed to encourage him.

“This is what a bitch like you needs. Too used to a soft life with rich sissies. A whore is a whore and should be treated like one,” he grunted.

t went on for an eternity but at last he came, the final thrusts slamming into me as I fought to get air into my lungs as he shot a flood of sperm into my womb. He rolled off and I lay gasping, breasts heaving, sweat pouring off me, totally shattered. He slapped me hard on the buttocks as sprawled on the sodden sheets.

“That’s just for starters,” he laughed.

Throughout that night I suffered hell. My vagina was already sore and gaping open, running with juices and blood. He next turned to my ass, shoving a finger into my anus.

“I always enjoy going up the back most of all,” he said. “Whores charge more for that because it’s harder and ruins them for the other clients. When you break-in a woman for a brothel you do that to her first because it’s the most degrading and makes her cooperative.”

He made me lie over the side of the bed to be sodomised. Others had done it but not like this. I screamed in agony as he ripped up my backside with a violent attack. It felt as if my insides were being banged out. I’d been fucked like this before and it had hurt but not with such force. I was pleading and crying as he again and again went as high as he could. Sheer agony. I just dug my nails into the mattress and prayed for it to end. I’d never hurt like this. He showed no compassion, jeering at my protests and pleading.

“You need a few weeks in one of our knocking shops. Wouldn’t complain then.”

He was insatiable and by the morning I was aching from head to toe, big livid bruises on my thighs, nipples painfully oozing from his knawing teeth. I was bleeding from both holes and still he wanted more. He took me again for the last time as I gritted my teeth while he ploughed my violated slit. He’d set out to hurt me and he’d succeeded. Apparently, with Jenny Pang he’d gone further and given her a beating to finish with because he enjoyed seeing a woman hurting and begging for mercy, but this time he knew that Leung didn’t want me too badly damaged. It was bad enough. I felt like a punch bag after he came inside me again.

“Well, that was just a little taste of what a whore should get,” said Mak, looking at me as I sprawled on the bed, eyes closed, shafts of pain stabbing into me if I moved. “I’ve got an agreement with Leung so I won’t finish the job on you. Perhaps we’ll have the chance to meet again when my boys will have the chance to get to know you better. Bet you won’t be able to wear a bra for a few days with those nipples.”

I dragged myself into the bathroom and pulled a bath, lying in it for a long time, wincing as the soapy water stung raw and sensitive places. It took me a week to fully recover and I never wanted to repeat the experience. Compared with some poor women I’d apparently got off lightly but that was no comfort. I referred to Mak because I realized I was now in a position where I could again come into contact with men such as him. McLaren and Weeks would not be pleasant and I imagined there were others who wanted to abuse me. While I was in their power anything could happen. Little did I know that arrangements had already been made.

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