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The Russian Enterprise Ch. 02

By: SxRx



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A chain story in short chapters 

by co-authors AsylumSeeker, SxRx and WhiteWave48

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Ch. 02 - The Mob Connection

Anthony 'Tony' aka 'The Closer' Matassini was a man of his time, but with a solid respect for the past. He might wear a new style now and then, but only if it had a classic look anyway and his tailor found it 'good, good'. If he got the frown, and a 'tsk, tsk', he knew it wasn't going to fly. 

Today, he felt splendid in his newer wool blend suit that Thomas had done for him for the coming summer season. Lightweight and cool, it fit him well. His hefty 185 lb. on his 5'11" frame was mostly muscle, and his form showed favorably beneath the suit as he glanced in the full length mirror. His bedroom was in the upper front of his modest Bayshore Drive home with a window that looked out upon the front lawns and out to Tampa Bay.

Like his father before him, the successful don knew that flaunting his achievements only brought two things and both of them bad - jealous would-be rivals and ambitious district attorneys - so his house was set far enough back from the famous shore line to be easily missed among the finely trimmed oaks and shrubs. The decorative landscaping helped hide the solid wall that surrounded the prime residential land. The electronic gate was solar powered, but quite effective in operation and security; special ordered from a small company out of Tallahassee.

Also, like his father before him, Tony knew the secret to success was giving people what they craved and desired most. He had long ago learned that it was human nature to always want something for nothing. Gambling, prostitution, drugs - even his new 'bride' business - were all attempts by men to gain what they had not earned; to get the big money without having to work for it, get high without any cares and get a beautiful woman without having to win her heart. 

He also knew there was a price for everything in the end, and that was where Tony was the master. Seeing every deal was 'closed', all dues paid, every promise kept. His grandfather had always told him, 'Greed, envy and lust' were the mainstays of their family business.

Tony finished dressing and left the bedroom, crossing the large alcove and whipping down the back stairs to the kitchen where his wife Lorraine was helping put the finishing touches on his breakfast - soft scrambled eggs with grilled tomatoes and her special sauce, fresh cut sausage and bacon, fresh squeezed orange juice, fresh mango and kiwi slices, and real coffee. 

The coffee beans came from an importer who was in the 'family', and were always picked to perfection. Carefully stored in the freezer and fresh ground each morning, they were brewed in an expensive machine that Tony had special ordered from Rome.

He gave Lorraine a smile and embraced her. They kissed passionately and he kneaded her ass cheeks discreetly. She giggled into the kiss which was his purpose to begin with. A laughing kiss was sensually satisfying.

At the table were his two nephews 'Tank' and 'Chipper'. Tank was just that and well, Chipper was clearly a chip off the old block - his father and Tony's older brother, Leo. Both half rose in deference to him and greeted him respectfully as 'Uncle Tony'.  

Seated at the front were his youngest daughters, Connie and Bonnie, identical twins. They both rose, as if in planned unison, grinning at the father they adored and each taking a cheek to kiss and a shoulder to embrace. 

"Morning Daddy," they chimed together. 

"Good morning girls," he replied, and kissed each with an embrace that may have lingered longer than needed for someone who merely paid attention.

Fussing over everything was his mother, Sophia, whose beauty was timeless. She was full figured, nearly statuesque and had aged well, thanks to her Sicilian genes. 

"Sit, sit, Anthony," she insisted. 

He perched on the end of the table to lean across and peck her on the forehead, and she accepted his supplication as though it were from the pope. She gazed at her beloved son and smiled. 

"Tony," was all she said, her eyes aglow, as he sat at the prominent head of the table. 

Everyone had waited for him before touching their food.

"Eat! Eat!" Chimed Mrs. Matassini. 

Everyone tucked into another repast at the Matassini home.

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As his nephews cleared the way to the attached garage, they nodded at one of the two outside security men who were dressed as blue collar workers. This indicated an all clear and Tank cranked the car, a completely restored, vintage 1966 Mercedes Benz 550 SL limousine. The windows were bullet resistant; the doors reinforced with thin steel sheets to further resist bullet fire. The hood had two locks hidden as adornments to keep out unwanted hands, and underneath the car were plates of non-magnetic materials that resisted the secret securing of any tracking device or bomb.

As Tank and Chipper sat up front, Tony pushed the button of the privacy screen. Soon his twin daughters appeared beside him, each at a rear door, and slid in next to 'Daddy'. Giggling, they both sidled close to their father, this ritual something they all looked forward to with eager anticipation. 

Through the intercom, Tony directed his nephews to head towards the girls' private Catholic School where they were soon to be graduating 18 year old seniors. As they eased out of the garage, the powerful door locks clicked on and the Mercedes began to glide down the drive.

"It's my turn," said Bonnie pleadingly as she caressed her father's thigh. 

Connie soon began to protest and so Tony simply interceded. 

"Girls, girls! Why don't you both join in together today?" 

At this, they both smiled and soon they were parting their thighs and easing down and off with their panties. Connie and Bonnie were adopted, which seemed to allow Tony to fend off any worries of guilt he might have about their sex play. 

"Ah, today its yellow I see," said Tony to the twins who had both worn yellow panties. 

As he said this he took each of his hands and stroked the near thigh of each daughter. He gradually eased his caressing hands upward. Bonnie on the right and Connie on the left each spread their legs wider and scooted forward, hiking up their catholic uniform skirts, eager to begin.

Their legs were long, tanned and smooth from a fresh shave last night - another ritual that included helping each other with long baths and shaving each other's pussy. Tony groaned as he felt the firm, smooth thighs of each twin, wondering how long he could keep up dividing his attention so. He thought of his own participation in their nightly baths from time to time as opportunity allowed.

Usually, each day on the way to school, one would take the lead while the other enhanced the pleasures of the morning. Today, he was faced with the delightful dilemma of handling both at once. He moved each hand in ever-widening, small circles with the palms of his large handsome hands, inching ever slowly towards those pussies that he knew were wet by now.

The twins began to writhe beneath his attentions; hotter than match heads, so he turned the stereo up more to drown out what he knew would be a chorus in stereo of vocal orgasms. He wouldn't want to excite or upset Tank and cause an accident. He smiled at this thought and dove into the matter at hand with gusto.

Bonnie, ever horny, pressed her hand to his and urged him closer to her nubile pussy. Just thinking of the deliciousness of twin mounds increased the swelling of his cock. Soon his suit pants were tented with the upward surging of his turgid member. He turned to Bonnie who instantly kissed him with abandon. Without hesitation, they began French kissing, passionately. 

Soon, Tony felt Connie's greedy hands on his groin. She teased him by rubbing his cock from the outside as she thrilled at feeling the outline of his shape and then let out a little moan when she found his head. This was more than fine by him. She was quite talented really; they both were. With a firm, steady effort she unzipped his pants, reached inside and freed his cock that was clearly ready for action.

"Oh, look Bonnie, it's already hard and there's that dewy pre-cum oozing." 

Greedily, Connie dipped her tongue to the tip and lapped away at the liquid. 

"Mmmm," she moaned at the taste of this warm appetizer. 

Bonnie soon broke from kissing and did the same. Tony was blessed as the twins licked and sucked at the tip of his cock, licking him clean each time pre-cum oozed forward. 

They giggled at each other and both began to stroke and lick his cock in choreography of silent pleasuring only twins could do so well. While Connie licked and sucked on the head of his cock, Bonnie sucked on his large balls. In private, the girls tried to decide which they liked best, sucking on his cock or his balls, but they could never come to a clear decision.

Now, they switched places and continued their supplications with earnest attentions. As they did so, Tony took first his forefinger, then two fingers and began easing them into their swollen, wet pussies. He felt each part of them as he passed it: first the mons, then the labia wings that were swollen with lust, and on to the hooded clit and finally the tight pussy itself.

With further ministrations, he felt the hood sheath of each began to retract and reveal their clits. He diddled them with his fingertips, and then rubbed back along the clit shaft more firmly, finally taking each clit between his thumb and finger and making a twirling motion. It took all his concentration to do both pussies at once as well as keep his mind on the delicious meal the twins were making of his manly parts. 

"Ohhhh, Daddy. It feels so good... Don't ever stop," gasped the twins in stereo then returned to sucking, licking and stroking his cock and balls. 

Once he was fully hard and erect, Bonnie carefully laid Tony's cock against his belly and squatted upon the shaft. Now she slid along the length of his long cock, pressing her pussy and clit against it. Soon, her movements were quickened and she began to moan.

Before long, she began a shuddering orgasm that inspired Connie humping Tony's fingers alone to experience the same almost vicariously, and sure enough a chorus of stereo shrieks declared a cum in unison. Still holding his cock, they collapsed on their Daddy, gasping out the final spasms of their climax. 

The two sat up again with dazed eyes. As they switched places, Connie worked and pressed her pussy harder on Tony's hard, thick shaft, while Bonnie used her mouth and hands on his balls. She also took time to lick and finger her sister's pussy which thrilled them all. Tony was nearly faint as he watched the twins from hooded eyes, his breathing shallow, and his heartbeat racing.

"Your turn Daddy!" they cried. 

And soon it was. As Tony began to come, Connie greedily slipped his huge cock into her mouth and caught his gism as it spurted powerfully. Tony grabbed her by the breasts and the girls squealed in delight as his legs stiffened out, his toes curled and he came with a series of deep grunts.

"Girls, you outdid yourselves this time," Tony declared with a huge grin, which Bonnie and Connie returned in kind. 

They sighed and began the final part of the ritual of cleaning up; soon finished as they each took part with wipes and tissues. Pulling up their panties, they lovingly placed Tony's cock and balls back in his pants and zipped him up.

"All done," they said. 

Both were now putting finishing touches on their makeup from cosmetic bags inside their matching purses. Tony grabbed them each with an arm and brought them close for hugging and kissing. Bonnie and Connie were as content as purring kittens.

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Tony took the call from his contact on his cell phone after the girls were dropped off. It was a 'throw away' cell phone of high quality he used for such occasions. 

"Got another one for you, Mr. Tony" said his contact.

"Good, very good Boris," replied Tony as he leaned back and set his mind to working out all the logistics of closing this deal successfully, profitably, and safely. 

$150,000 was not the end of it. He had to take from the top his costs of bribing the U.S. and Russian immigration officials, the kick back to Boris, the expense of bringing the Russian girl to America, the cost of the work visas. While this dropped his profit considerably, he would always find ways to increase his revenue. 

Extortion was always such a nice, easy touch, he thought. Let them enjoy their beautiful bride, then demand another $25,000 to start. He would milk each of these deals as he had learned from his father before him. All business must be based on many key principles, but the most important was fear. Yes, it was nice when people loved him, well and good when they respected him, but best if they feared him. 

Of course, the best part of all was getting to sample the wares firsthand - always a hard-earned treat he looked forward to.

As the limousine slowed to park at the Columbia Restaurant where Tony spent much of his time dealing with the many dramas of his family and business, he got out of the car as his nephews escorted him. Accidentally on purpose he dropped his phone on the pavement and made certain to step on it hard.

"What a shame, boys. Take care of it would you?" he remarked, as even now Tank reached for the phone and slung it into the sewer orifice in the gutter.

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The Russian Enterprise Ch. 04



MOB'S LAIR: THE COLUMBIA CLUB

As Tony sauntered into the Columbia Club with his nephews and made his way to his reserved table, he could still feel his turgid cock at half mast. He smiled and imagined he had a nice bulge going, which normally served to make things better or worse depending on his point of view at the time. Today, it made things better. Tony was feeling very good about himself. He felt even better when he noticed Jessie on duty waiting on tables.

As they sat at the table tucked into an alcove, Tony reached inside one of his jacket pockets and retrieved another 'throw away' cell phone. He bought these things like a kid bought so much bubble gum. 

Stopping to gaze around the place that the family had owned for three generations, he remembered how his grandfather's eyes lit up when he spoke about the days when the place hid the first speak-easy in Florida. 

He glanced behind him at the secret doorway hidden by the design of the alcove leading to a maze of tiny passageways. Some were dead-ends, but one went to the speak-easy bar room, now storage, and one to a secret passage that ended down by the Hillsboro river. There, boats had been moored and ready to speed family to safety. Actually, he still kept the passage active and a boat moored there still if need be.

Jessie, the waitress came to the table. Tank and Chipper sat up.

"Mornin' Jessie," said Chipper, the first to speak.

"Me too," said Tank shyly.

"You too what, Tank?" teased Jessie coyly, as a cute grin starting to grow.

"What? Oh, morning, J-Jesssie," Tank finally mustered.

Jessie looked over at Chipper then Tony with an admiring gaze and shook her head. Tony returned her gaze knowingly and just nodded.

"Ah, my smooth young apprentices - so easy with the golden tonsils," Tony added with a flourish.

"I thought mine were removed Uncle Tony," said Tank with a look of puzzlement as he rubbed his throat. The guy was smart, without a doubt.

Chipper just rolled his eyes at Jessie as she eased ever closer to Tony. She smiled at him with an atavistic look about her. Tony felt her gaze flick to his bulge and saw her eyes widen, her look deepen.

"A Matassini all round?" asked Jessie, leaning over Tony and wiping down the table as she gave him another once over with her eyes. 

She already knew the answer to her question. It was her way of teasing the boys. She considered a 'Matassini' as really just an Arnold Palmer with a twist of lime; which was simply half sweet iced tea and half fresh-squeezed lemonade over crushed ice. The twist of lime made it a 'Matassini'.

"Right," said Tony and Chipper in unison as Tony raised an eyebrow at his nephew.

'Sorry," said Chipper, but he didn't really look it.

"Alright then," said Jessie and away she went with a nice little swing of her cute ass. 

She paused as if she'd just remembered something, and turned back to them. 

"Oh, Mr. Matassini, could I see you for a minute please, sir?" she called. 

Tony eased up out of his seat, careful to put the phone into his pocket again, and headed towards the kitchen.

As soon as he turned the corner, Jessie was all over him, backing him up against a wall in the passage. Being the mob don of the Tampa Bay area sure had its privileges, thought Tony as Jessie groped his groin greedily.

"Oh God, Tony, I can't stand seeing you lounging there with that bulge near bursting your gorgeous suit. You look so great." 

By now she had his zipper down, his shirt up and out of the way and was pulling out his cock that was now reaching considerably greater heights than half mast.

"Jessie, Jessie, Jessie," murmured Tony in a voice of pleasant surprise that obviously turned the young woman on as she dropped to her knees and quickened her paces. He leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes.

Soon her mouth had engulfed the head of his cock. She reached into his pants deeper and pulled out his ball sack. Next she began sucking each ball alternately, and then went back to his cock-head. Tony had to admit she was gifted at giving head. Damn! He was surprised to feel another cum building that morning. 

"I love it, Jessie," whispered Tony, holding her head in his hands, feeling it move as she sucked on his member. "You are my little goddess of love."

Jessie lifted her skirt and was furiously plunging her finger in and out of her pussy as she worked on Tony with her mouth. Groans from deep in her throat made their way past his large cock-head, and he could feel the vibrations caused by the sounds she made. 

Tony smiled. He guessed this was one way to show his efforts were paying off. He had gotten her the job, treated her kindly, flirted openly and had thrown his power and money around.

Looking down at her bobbing head, Tony didn't need to help her out much - she was doing fine all by herself - but he still had to cop a feel of her incredible breasts. He leaned down with effort and caressed first one and then the other through her uniform and could tell immediately that she wore no bra as Jessie somehow contorted to keep her lips around the head of his cock, but made her bust-line accessible. 

Quickly, Jessie unbuttoned one button and her cleavage began to show, the lovely curves splashed with freckles. After the second button, her breasts tumbled out, rather large with hardened nipples ripe for Tony's fondling and flicking. She was obviously prepared for this encounter, Tony was thinking as a wicked grin broke across his Roman features.

In a frenzy, Jessie began to suck and stroke Tony's cock as her passion built to a pinnacle. Not surprisingly, Tony felt his balls tighten, his legs stiffen and his toes curl within his shoes. Jessie instinctively felt he was about to come and began lashing her pussy with even more fervor. 

She was right. Tony came then, and Jessie swallowed his gism greedily as she continued to finger herself in desperation. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a scream of passion as she came, her whole body shuddering as she released Tony from her warm mouth just as he was giving her his best shot. 

As his cock burst into the open, he wasn't yet finished and ropes of cum shot out, splashing her face and hair. She seemed to relish this moment even more as she gave a cum-covered grin and looked up at Tony with such abandoned wantonness Tony felt weak in the knees.

"Uncle Tony!" hollered one of his nephews at the sound of Jessie's scream. 

Knowing not to disturb his uncle unless commanded, he couldn't help feeling worried, as he should be if ever he heard a woman cry out.

"It's OK! Jessie just burned herself a little," Tony called back to him. Smiling, he whispered to Jessie, "With my hot cum." 

Jessie was still busy down below, this time licking Tony completely clean, as she fingered herself slowly to a finish. As she came, she fell forward, gasping as she threw her limp weight against Tony's thighs and he held her there awhile. As her breathing steadied, she looked up at him and grinned like a silly Cheshire cat. 

Satisfied she'd finished the job, she stood and buttoned her blouse and pulled down her skirt. Then she tucked Tony and his shirt-tail back into his pants, zipped him up and patted his groin with a deep sigh. Tony gave her a little smack on the ass as she headed to the bathroom to clean up. 

"What a great day," thought Tony smiling widely.

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In no time, Tony was back on the new phone and Jessie had completed their order. She was in the lobby now, waiting for new customers and humming a song. From time to time, she glanced back at their table to make eye contact with Tony and smile at him with wanton lust. 

Tony would leave her his usual tip of a $100 bill. She would then act all surprised and point to herself coyly and say 'for me?' and Tony would reply, 'For you Jessie'. She would then tuck the bill with a flourish into her handsome cleavage, now packaged into a black bra. He was her godfather and more.

Tony had Tank carry in his new Sony laptop with all the works as he completed the call to Boris. The Columbia was specially wired for wireless networking.

"Greetings, Mr. Tony," said Boris in his Russian accent.

"Hello, Boris. Talk to me." 

Tony kept the tone genial as he logged onto the computer with his free hand.

"OK," replied Boris. "We have another A-1 possible with GenCon. I have kept your suggestion close to my heart, Mr. T. and kept our group small. Keep problems down this way, like you say."

"That's good Boris. You know, problems always trickle down and never up. No more names over an open line either." 

Tony connected with the server and called up the 'Russian Beauties' site from his list of favorites.

Boris laughed. "Sure, sure, I know this. Sorry."

"It's good that we understand each other so well. How is your mother by the way, Boris? How is her health?"

"Oh! Very well. Thank you for asking Mr. T. She is healthy as horse. Good Russian stock."

He laughed heartily.

"I'm always glad to hear that your family is doing so well Boris. I hope it's always so."

Tony was scrolling down through a list of names and small profile shots, searching for an ID photo of a particular young blond woman he had in mind - the subject of his call.

"I'm checking our mutually agreed-upon foreign site," he continued, "And I find an interesting possibility in a part of the world that you are most familiar with. Do you see the candidate I speak of?"

"I was going to... to recommend her. I know town... her suburb. Bad. Things are bad there. Katya. I have her on my screen now. Beautiful name for beautiful woman. I have taken the liberty of already responding to her in case we had a need. She seems ripe for picking."

They both laughed at this.

"You found the right words for sure," joked Tony. "But seriously," he resumed, "Responding to her - that has been a part of our deal and so that's good Boris. All very good."

With a click, Tony selected 'view' to enlarge the photo. 

"Now Boris, I'm looking here at the full screen view of this Katya, and she is most dazzling, I have to agree. I want the full green light on this one. And of course the usual care must be taken." 

Tony was almost distracted from the matter in hand as he gazed at the picture before him - a studio shot of a strikingly gorgeous woman with blond looks so sexy she was almost too painful to look at beyond more than a mere glance. The look in her eyes was challenging rather than submissive, and the photographer seemed to have captured her beauty almost against her will.

Tony felt an immediate urging in his groin.

"Boss, about the money," Boris began.

"Yes, your reward will soon find its way to the Eagle's Nest along with all the usual funding for our bride-to-be, Boris. Don't get greedy." Tony sounded almost stern.

"Oh, no boss, Mr. T. Greedy? Boris? Never, never," Boris added hastily. "No problem. It is OK."

There was a brief pause.

"That's good. I'd hate to lose you as an associate."

"Oh, well... thank you sir." Boris gave a little cough, and Tony knew he'd be adjusting his neck-scarf.

"Do you have every thing lined up for the new possible buyer? Run a complete background on Katya, and him - then be sure to add your special 'touch'."

"Ah, yes, I will and thank you." Boris sounded relieved.

"One more thing, Boris."

"Yes?"

"No one touches her before me. Am I clear?" Tony asked the question in his hard, don voice.

"Ohh. Yes. Yes. Never. None but you boss."

"Good." And Tony ended the call.

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As the nephews drove Tony around Tampa, attending to other business, he buzzed Chipper.

"Yes, Uncle?"

"Tell Leo to send a package to Boris. He needs to be reminded who is boss in these dealings. No need for him to even think he can cut his own deal or scam us," directed Tony.

"A package, Uncle Tony. Really?" 

"Chipper, you are a fine nephew, but do you have hearing problems? Just tell your father and he will know what to do. The Russian and many like him are ruthless. All he understands is fear. So we make sure he understands how to fear us." 

As he spoke, Tony's eyes hardened and his back straightened. He knew the procedure well. 

Soon a package would arrive at Boris's office in his home with a picture of his mother asleep or in some other compromising pose. Something personal of hers would be inside the package. A lock of her hair, a special ring or something similar would complete the collection, along with a special gift for his mother for any trouble they may have caused in obtaining such items of personal significance. 

His share of the last deal would also be included to offer further incentive for total loyalty. A message in bold Russian would state 'Death will be a mercy if you cross me'. The signature would be clear: Anthony Matassini.

"Yes sir," Replied Chipper. He was already a 'made man' in the organization, having carried out two killings before he'd reached the age of 23. 

Since he had no sons, Tony knew exactly where the power in this family was headed. He just needed to make sure it was not done prematurely over his dead body.

"Chipper?" queried Tony once again.

"Yes?" replied Chipper as Tony handed him the phone.

"Take care of this."

As they crossed the Gandy Bridge from the beach area, Chipper launched the phone far out into the bay.

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Reacting as expected, Boris completed all of his duties efficiently. He was angry, but he was not stupid. He had no way of altering reality and so he accepted Tony's package as it was intended, grateful the message was not worse. He would need to be more careful how he approached Tony in future. He needed to keep his impulses in check. 

His job now was to run the background checks and very quickly he encountered a problem. Boris had determined through his investigations that Katya had once worked for a man of certain notoriety. He was positive she was no virgin, and was now classed as 'used goods'. 

Boris was not sure how Carson would react to this knowledge if he ever found out. He seemed the sort of man who would expect much for his investment. How Boris would bring this to Mr. Tony's attention without incurring his wrath once again was not exactly clear.

Perhaps he wouldn't. Perhaps he'd just keep the matter to himself. They already had the payment from Carson in good faith. It seemed that the die was cast. Boris muttered a Russian proverb of faith and hoped for the best.

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The Russian Enterprise Ch. 08



Mob family don, Tony Matassini who resides in Tampa, Florida and has a black market Russian 'Mail Order' Bride business, collaborates with a Russian national, Boris, in providing a service to wealthy American men who want the privilege of accessing young, beautiful and capable Russian women without the hassle associated with the dating scene. His life begins to change when he becomes attracted to his latest Russian find - Katya, the woman he lined up for Carson.

This chapter is part of a chain story written with AsylumSeeker and WhiteWave48. It involves international intrigue, incest, twins, lesbian play, masturbation and a blow job.

Kingston Bound

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Tony sat in his den studying the computer screen on his Sony laptop. He had enhanced the picture to 200% and with his expensive software and high pixel count there was barely a dip in the picture quality of the beautiful face that looked out at him once more. 

"Katya," he whispered to himself. 

She had an exotic appeal, even in the sound of her name, so Russian, so Slavic. The picture was even more extraordinary and appealing. The face was strong, yet feminine; something about her tugged at him. Each time he saw her, her beauty was so exquisite he felt a twinge of pain as a grunt released in his throat. 

It was just a picture of a desperate woman, and yet... her mention of looking for 'her knight' captured a piece of him somehow. He smiled at her directness and how her English came across with such brutal honesty, yet lovable as well. He was looking forward to sampling her charms - and more than once, he thought, a wolfish grin forming on his Roman features. 

Instinctively, he found himself jealously obsessed with the thought that Boris might find a way to sample the wares first for himself. His Sicilian blood began to boil. Well, no matter, he would take care of whatever might be. 

Earlier, while surfing the 'Russian Beauties' site, he found another intriguing beauty whose name was Lena. She was a brunette but had the same family name as the other young woman, and this set him wondering. Were the two related in any way? It was strange they appeared online so close together. Lena's pictures were more provocative than Katya's and she seemed a bit younger. On her page, she seemed to be seeking a sponsor for her education, not so much a husband. This could be lucrative he thought. 

He could bring her over as a 'student' all expenses paid, with the understanding that she would be the sponsor's paramour. The sponsor would pay dearly for this privilege. Lena seemed adventuresome and daring. This was an angle to the bride business that surely needed to be more fully explored. 

Still, it was Katya's picture that captivated him with her Slavic-Nordic look of high cheekbones, blonde hair and smoky grey eyes that called to him in such an exotic and erotic way.

He sat in his opened robe of rich, black satin, aware of his cock beginning to swell as it got that meaty, turgid feel. His thoughts refocused and collected around Katya's face peering at him and he read the bio again, briefly. He found his hand reaching for his cock. It was fast getting harder, and he stroked himself along the silky steel of his shaft. 

He opened other computer folders containing visual porn and messages from some of his real conquests that he kept alive in person and on the net, a practice he'd kept up for years ever since his wife, Lorraine had lost interest in anything sexier than a kiss and a hug. In fact, she had not been his confidante, lover or friend in some time. Yes, Tony was a new world guy, he thought to himself as he continued to fondle his manly phallus and tug on his balls.

There was a soft rap on the den door, followed immediately by 'Daddy', whispered in stereo. 

"Daddy, what are you doing in there?" they taunted in unison. 

The door opened and quickly closed behind the twins who were scantily clad in matching teddies. Hurriedly they locked the door behind them. 

They padded quietly over to Tony as the lush carpet hushed any sound of their approach. There was no need to hide really, but for some reason Tony closed his robe.

Yet, Tony was still highly aroused and couldn't help but continue to stroke his rock hard cock under his robe as he looked at the computer screen, a sexy smile forming on his face. The twins licked their lips and sauntered towards him as one closed the screen of his laptop. 

"We're all the laptop and porn you'll need for tonight," said Connie in a throaty whisper coated with a promise of ecstasy. 

"Everyone is asleep," said Bonnie, in an 'all clear' code they had developed since they began this kind of play a few months back.

Tony released himself into the moment and felt a rush of lust sweep through him and quicken his very being. It was as if he were on fire with passion alone. How long he would let this tantalizing taboo continue was uncertain. The girls were quite provocative and not the least bit modest, parading around almost nude as budding young women. Perhaps this had to do with being twins, Tony had wondered lately. 

The thought of Katya floated in his mind and wouldn't be turned out even now as the twins began sinking to their knees on each side of him, seated as he was, with his naked cock exposed in all its glory once again as his robes parted accidentally. 

"Oooh," said one of the twins at the marvelous display. 

Both the twins scooted close enough to Tony to reach out and begin fondling his cock and balls. Tony couldn't resist much at this point, as lust drove him to accept their caresses.

"Girls, this is a great surprise. What did you have in mind?" asked Tony as he reached over and reopened the laptop and gazed at the picture of Katya. 

Meanwhile both twins had returned to their ministrations, unaware of Tony's intense interest in the image on the screen, even as he tried to ease away from their reach. 

"We thought it was time we tucked you into bed," one of the twins said, releasing his balls from her sucking action to speak. She returned with her mouth and tongue in frenzied adulation of his balls. 

The other twin was reluctant to release his handsome cock, and so, simply looked up at Tony and nodded her agreement, then went back to bobbing up and down with her mouth, lips and tongue in a whirl as she greedily consumed his manhood. 

Tony could only lean back and moan for the moment as passionate lust filled his senses.

"Yes, you need your relief, Daddy. You work too hard. All work and no play makes Daddy shoot someone." They laughed. Tony tried to harden his look at such insensitivity, but he could not. 

2

"Wait, just this once, I have a naughty idea," said Tony his eyes widening as both twins stopped, one with his cock in her mouth and the other with his balls, "I was about to pleasure myself and while I would love to have you continue with your wonderful plans, perhaps just this once, you two could just watch while I jack myself off. 

You can feel free to do as you please with each other and yourselves. Now, how does that sound?" Tony smiled as he as he took his cock back in his own hands and began to stroke it.

"Hey, give it back!" cried the twins at the loss of Tony's cock to play with.

At first the twins seemed disappointed. Then, they both began to realize that this could be a new twist in their lusty games with Tony. They both sat transfixed as he continued his stroking. 

"God, his cock is hot isn't Connie," said Bonnie as she stared at his dick.

"It is sis!" exclaimed Connie with an imploring glimpse at Tony.

"Can't we suck you just a little bit?" they begged.

"No, not tonight," was all he could get out as his attentions focused on the computer screen, his fantasies with Katya and the urgency of his body.

The twins began to saunter around his executive chair and strip teased for him as they went. They could play games too! Connie was first as she paraded around holding her breasts in each hand and coming in so close that Tony caught a whiff of that breast odor he loved. Just as he was tempted to reach out, Connie daringly backed off. Immediately, Bonnie appeared at his other side, similarly parading and clutching her lovely breasts as her sister had done. Once again she backed away just as Tony was tempted to reach for her.

Then they came at him in sync with each other and shook their upper bodies so that their nubile breast flesh jiggled as they bent at the waist and licked their lips at him. Soon, Connie began slowly untying Bonnie's silky lavender top. It was trimmed with a creamy lace and had criss-cross diamonds of patterned ribbons down the front. As Bonnie's breasts were unveiled, Connie caressed them with a tender passion. Finally, the last strand of ribbon on the teddy was undone and Bonnie's breasts were released.  

Connie began to give her sister's breasts an incredible massage, both hands grabbing the whole breast and gently kneading them. Bonnie cried out in passion as she began to feel weak in the knees. Next, Connie flicked each nipple so that they stood at attention, erect but supple. 

Both girls were blest with breasts similar in beauty, filling a good C cup and flaunting areolas the size of half dollars. Their breasts were supple yet firm, and blue veins could be seen underneath their porcelain flesh. Their nipples were a rich, dark brown. It was a sight he couldn't resist.

"They're ready for you Daddy," Connie whispered in a husky voice, licking her lips and showing her sister's breast for his approval. Tony was undone. As Bonnie leaned in close to his mouth, Connie guided first one, then the other breast for Tony to lick and suck. 

Next, it was Connie's turn as she danced and wiggled while her twin Bonnie began to undo her turquoise colored teddy top with long legs trimmed in lace that undulated as she moved. Both twins gazed at Tony with lascivious and provocative looks on their faces. Connie's top was less intricate in design and was so was much easier to undo. 

Soon Connie's breasts were bare naked and Bonnie lost little time in teasing them with her mouth and tongue as she kept her hands behind her back. 

"Look no hands!" teased Bonnie laughingly. Bonnie sucked on her sister's areolas with passion, and then flicked her tongue around and around the areolas and base of the nipples. 

Finally, she flicked the nipples with first her thumb and then her middle finger with a rhythmic up and down stroke that produced a perfect imitation of Bonnie's picture-perfect nipples that stood out as long as thimbles. 

"They're ready," Bonnie whispered, this time in a familiar husky voice, licking her matching lips and showing her sister's breast, indistinguishable from her own, for his approval. Tony was undone by this matching pair. As Bonnie leaned in close to his mouth, Connie guided first one, then the other breast for Tony to lick and suck. As Yogi Berra said, it was déjà vu all over again for Tony!

Tony had been stroking himself all this time; savoring and prolonging his coming. He soon felt the familiar rhythms as his body prepared to release a major load of gism. His legs straightened out and his toes curled as he soon readied to spurt cum. The twins had quickly closed the gap between Tony and themselves and held up their naked bodies as the semen splattered evenly across their nubile bodies.

Each squealed as Bonnie caught strands across her left breast and Connie across her right. They both rubbed the semen into their erect nipples, groaning as they did so. They licked the other's coated nipples, further arousing each other as their rosebud nipples hardened even more and rose to attention. 

Then they finished by getting in a close embrace and rubbing and dragging their nipples against each other. Both seemed to shudder in unison at the sensation of their perfect nipples creating friction together.

There was a mad dash of hands and fingers caressing ass, fingering themselves and each others' pussy. Soon, the twins were locked in an embrace and lost in their own world of lusty pleasures. As Tony watched with his hand still lightly stroking his somewhat hardened dick, they continued the entire nipple rubbing and by now were each plunging two fingers inside their pussies with a frenzy of lust. 

They were both so primed from the evening's activities, that just by starting to French kiss, as they rubbed nipples and plunged their fingers deeply into their pussies; they both began to come in stereo with loud declarations of all sorts of things naughty and wondrous. 

"Girls, if I didn't know better, I'd have thought I just died and went to heaven! You two are angels but with such naughty, naughty ways. Your halos are a bit tarnished and your wings a little bedraggled from all this sex!" Tony said laughingly.

The twins just started smiling, then giggling as if they were drunk, rolling around in a loose embrace. Tony was undone and came over to join them in a bit of fun play of tickling, caressing, cuddling and kissing that ended their evening together with a flourish of delight.

3

A little later, Tony sauntered down the hallway to the bedroom he rarely shared with his wife. He had his own bedroom next to the den. Lorraine was already fast asleep as he lay down beside her in their California King sized bed. Poor Lorraine, he thought to himself. 

She was not just asleep, but passed out in her clothes from her cocktail of pain pills, muscle relaxants and cognac. It seemed that she was forever caught up in an endless cycle of pain, addiction and rehabilitation. Tony could see that she was in for another round of doctors. 

She was older than Tony by a few years and seemed to be struggling with her own mortality. Their sex life had slowed dramatically as the years went by and she seemed almost relieved. The doctors said this was a normal part of menopause. 

Yet, with the ever increasing demands of Tony's libido, it left them in a state of conflict much of the time. It was then that he had turned to the twins. He struggled with what he knew must be wrong, but as the song said, how could something so wrong feel so right?

He refocused on Lorraine and decided to save her the embarrassment of having anyone else undress her and ready her for bed. Tony did so with a bit of a struggle as she had put on some weight these last years. 

Finally he had her in just her panties and he admired her large breasts with those nice aureolas that had driven him crazy for so many years, but not so much anymore. He couldn't believe his eyes, but she had actually drooled on the pillow case. This was not good, Tony thought to himself.

He grabbed one of her nightgowns and pulled it over her by rolling her from side to side. After he'd made her comfortable, he started to go to his own bedroom just across the hall where he'd slept apart now for years, but then his thoughts turned to Katya and the problem of what to do with his wife. He stayed there for a good while, lost in his thoughts.

He looked up as his mother waltzed in; as always her timing was impeccable. She was frowning at Lorraine and then the frown became a mix of pity and sorrow for her son. She was still beautiful at her age, even wearing a bit of a frown. She had wished such happiness for him and all had seemed set for a splendid life. 

Lorraine came from a good Sicilian family and should have provided Tony with years of happiness and laughing children. Instead, she had been barren. Oh, how they had tried every Fertility OB/GYN, not only in the Tampa Bay area, but all over the South. Sadly, Lorraine was unable to bear children. It was as simple as that. 

Years into their marriage they eventually adopted the twins who were very distant relations. They were not infants even, but young toddlers at the time. Even more sadly, Lorraine had eschewed sex completely as if it were her enemy, and had instead turned to drugs and alcohol. 

Mrs. Matassini leaned over and gave her son a warm kiss on the mouth as was the custom in Europe. She frowned once again and whispered to him, her mouth close to his ear.

"You must do something, darling. She has become a pariah on all of us. Time is running out for you to bear us a Matassini son with our Sicilian blood running through his hearty veins."

"Mama, it is too late. I am too old..."

"Nah, such talk - I will not hear it! You are still a fairly young man. You are virile and strong. I see how the ladies are drawn to you. It is your destiny to father children. I will live to see you bear me a grandson!" She smiled at Tony, realizing how pretentious she must sound. 

Tony smiled back. "I know Mama, I know." 

His mother reached over and stroked his cheek, sighing deeply as she looked back at Lorraine.

"Do the right thing to preserve the Matassini bloodline before it's too late."

Tony had never considered that possibility before, but now his mother mentioned it, he was consumed by the idea. That night he thought it through at great length, so it was late before he fell asleep in his own bedroom.

4

The next day found Tony and his crew at the Columbia Club. He pushed the thoughts of Lorraine and his mother's plea from his mind as best he could. Tony was on yet another throw-away cell phone with Boris, his laptop at the ready if needed.

"So, what have you found out for me about this lovely creature Katya?" he began.

"Well, she seems to be OK, Mr. Tony. Everything's... just fine," said Boris more haltingly than he'd planned.

"There's more. Tell me," Tony commanded easily.

"Oh, it's really, really nothing to speak of Mr. Tony. It's all AOK," Boris replied nervously, trying to regain his composure and avoid revealing all he knew.

"Really," countered Tony. "Let us hope that I know everything I need to know now, Boris and not later. If problems crop up, it will not be good for you."

"OK, OK, boss, I try not to worry you at first. But, I know this man Carson. He spent his money and he wants an angel or a saint or something," Boris confided. "Katya, well she has mentioned something about - how you say 'trousaw'."

"Trousseau," said Tony. 

"Oh, right... I send it over probably later after she returns from Russia back here and, not so much a problem. What is problem is where did such a poor young woman get so many pretty things? I think maybe they were gifts. Who would give her such gifts - maybe thousands of dollars, you see?"

"Are you saying she was a whore?" Tony replied with an emotion that surprised him.

"No, not really, my people tell me she worked for a man who, tried to buy her affection and well, with that ...trousseau, Mr. Carson he will wonder. So..."

"I see what you mean Boris, but this should have been fleshed out long before we presented her to our buyer. This is not good, not good at all." 

"Yes, but she also wants to bring her sister Lena later. I was wondering..."

"That might not be a bad idea. I... What did you call her?" he asked suddenly.

"Who... what?"

"Katya's sister. Come on, her name man!"

"Oh, Lena. Her name is Lena."

"Well, well Boris. I think I know this Lena. Yes, and you must know her as well."

"I do? Yes, Katya talked about her..."

"Perhaps, yet I think there is more. I think maybe you have met her as you do all prospective Russian Beauties as we agreed. I think also there is more you have to tell me."

"Oh, well perhaps when we can speak, um, as you say, together."

"Yes, in person. We will have a serious talk about it," supplied Tony, "A serious talk and then something else as well."

"Yes, that's it. Forgive me my English boss," replied Boris, sweating now and pulling on his scarf as he imagined Tony and the kind of serious talk he promised.

"Well then, we shall speak, in person, Boris, about matters that are quite serious and I do hope you have sufficient answers for me. Do you?"




The Russian Enterprise Ch. 08



"Oh, yes, you will find everything in order and fine boss. It's all AOK."

"Well, now that unpleasantness is tabled for the moment, let's make all the arrangements then, Boris, for bringing Katya and her trousseau and Lena as well to the Hotel Grand in Jamaica. You have prepared the way for the visitation visa for both sisters I take it?"

"Well, as I say boss, she - we - might wait on the trousseau for another time, her next trip back from Russia. But other than that, yes, it is easy now. We have good connections in part of Russia we need and in Jamaica as well. Thank you for all your help behind the scenes Mr. Tony."

"One other thing; bring Katya over a few days before Carson. If all goes well, then we can have him apply for an engagement visa from Jamaica to America via Tampa."

"OK, we will have to see. I think she may want to return to Russia one last time before getting engagement visa, but all those things I will work out for you carefully, OK?" Boris had a sly grin on his face when he said this. As he looked around his hotel in Russia proper, he looked forward to a nice change in the south. 

"Boss, let me say this..." began Boris, and suddenly stopped, realizing he was unable to speak about what had happened at the Taleon Club. If the sisters were to tell him about his pressing them for sex under false pretenses he would be a dead man walking for sure. 

"Go on."

"Just it's good to work with you," said Boris, and muttered more Old Russian proverbs and prayers under his breath.

Not for much longer Tony predicted, not much longer at all.

After a few more logistical matters to hash out with Boris, Tony walked back through the secret passages and down to the Hillsboro River for a moment or two of reflection on all that was happening. Tank was with him, this time without Chipper, so Tony gave him the phone to dispose of. Tank stomped on it, scooped up all the pieces and tossed them in the river roiling from recent tropical storms that had dropped over a foot of rain in the last week.

5

Tony relaxed by his large, screened pool with hot tub, cabana and wet bar while sipping a cold mojito, and ruminated over the plans to date. Like the Matassini beverage he favored, the mojito was another one. 

So, the Jamaica affair was mostly set up for Katya. Carson would be scheduled and set up to fly down a few days after Katya and perhaps even Lena would be joining her sister. 

The flight into Kingston would be a direct one for Tony - straight from Tampa International Airport, while the others would have to transfer in from Miami. 

He would send a contact down to Miami to ensure that everything went smoothly. He used only a certain airline in which the family had a large interest, so he really needn't send anyone to watch over the transfers of Carson, Boris and Katya, but Tony felt you could never be too careful.

The Hotel Grande in Kingston was also, partly family-owned. Tony had reserved the palatial Suite of Kings for his own headquarters. Only family stayed in this fabulous suite. Carson would be booked into The Nautilus suites, nearly as nice. Katya would be put in the Calypso suite, and several other rooms were reserved for Boris and other associates. He would see how things developed, but there were more than enough rooms in the Calypso suite to accommodate Lena. 

He had a long discussion with his brother Leo and they had come to an agreement about Boris. If he could confirm Boris' transgressions and betrayals, then the man would come to a sad and painful end. Delusions of invincibility, impulsive lust and greed were the trinity of fools in his business. Unfortunately for Boris, he had all three fatal compulsions.

He recalled his grandfather's lectures to him as a young man about conquering his inner self before he set off to conquer the world. 

"You must learn that no man is invincible, little Tony," he'd said.

"But you, papa, you are invincible, I just know it," little Tony had replied with admiration in his eyes.

"No, Tony, not even I, Don Vincent, is indestructible. You think that way and you will soon die. A man must know his limitations. You must learn this before it is too late," he'd said with a very stern look on his face, and then he grabbed Tony and kissed him and lifted him up over his head. "But, maybe, just maybe if anybody could be that way, it would be you my little Tony."

He recalled his frank discussions when his papa would talk about not letting his 'little head' get his big head chopped off. It took him time to figure that one out the hard way. Tony smiled at the memories; they were harsh but he recalled them not entirely without fondness.

Finally, his papa told him that he should seek to provide for himself and his family. Raw greed was deadly he said. Ambition was good, balanced with moderation and good sense.

As Tony lounged by his pool his toned and muscled body, naked but for his Foster Grant shades, soaked up the Florida sunshine. He sipped his mojito and celebrated in his own small way how grand life was right now. 

This was because sitting right next to him just as naked and sipping her own mojito was Jessie from the Columbia Club, enjoying her day off and spending an afternoon with her main man, Tony. Lorraine had been admitted to Tampa General Hospital's Detox and Rehab Center the week before, as he predicted. 

He felt badly about how quickly he had another woman over, but it had been years since he'd had a vibrant, sensual woman to enjoy at his leisure in his own home. Since Lorraine's loss of interest years ago, he'd been forced to make do with affairs - and occasional romps with the twins, of course - over the last few months, yet, he longed for a mature, adult, sexual relationship with a woman in his own home.

His mother was in town for the day and Tony and Chipper were nearby, but discreetly positioned out of sight. The twins were somewhere around the house, but were not a problem for obvious reasons except jealousy, which he could manage as easily as he had in the past. 

Actually, the twins would love nothing better than to watch Tony enjoying himself with a woman as they pleasured each other. Ever since that night, they could not get enough of each other while Tony relieved himself, and the thought of including another woman in their play had crossed his mind more than once. Even today, the thought of enjoying Jessie with other people close by made the whole scene so much more exciting.

As expected, Tony soon felt a warmth flood over his cock as Jessie engulfed it with her mouth while it was still semi hard. She loved to catch him a little unawares and feel him grow and harden in her mouth. This was her favorite sex act for the pure pleasure of what her mouth could do. She relished the act of making something smaller get so much bigger. 

With her mouth completely full, she gazed up with love and lust in her eyes at Tony who smiled down at her and raised his mojito to her in a toast. It was then she knew this was the moment to put him to the test. Releasing his big round cock head with a 'pop', she picked up her drink and put it to her lips, swallowing it in one long draft. Tony heard her catch her breath as she put the glass back on the table and leaned forward to open her mouth over his cock again.

"You call that a mojito?" she teased with a wicked smile. 

As she sucked hard on his cock head and lapped at the underside of his crown, Jessie kept her eyes on Tony, watching the hand that held his glass, waiting for him to attempt another sip of his drink. Working his length with her hand, she nuzzled her way down to his large balls and drew the right one deep into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue with such energy that she seemed about to swallow it whole. With a gasp, Tony suddenly lost interest in his mojito and held his breath.

When Jessie felt his right ball tense and withdraw a little, she released it and nudged her way to the left, hungrily sucking the other ball inside its sac as she massaged his shaft with both hands. At the same time she was using one hand to tug his cock head and the fingers of the other massaged their way up and down his slippery hardness. With her arms pressed against his widespread thighs, she was in a fine position to press her breasts between them, high against his balls, watching for his reaction. By now Tony was struggling to hold onto his glass. The potent liquid inside was starting to tremble. His eyes were losing focus. 

Hearing the glass fall to the ground, Jessie seized her moment. As Tony's balls drew higher beneath the base of his cock, she pressed closer, burying his shaft between her handsome breasts and forcing his thighs further apart with her body. He was helpless. By this time Tony was so far gone that he could no longer keep his knees relaxed. His feet shot forward and his toes curled as he thrust his body back and let out a huge roar. He came then, hard and loud, his bellow resounding across the compound and out into the bay. 

Jessie threw her head back and laughed. Pulling his cock toward her as he sent a fountain of cum into the air, she caught as much of it in her mouth as she could. Repeated spurts splashed onto her face and she captured them all. When it was finally over, she smiled at him with satisfaction.

"Now, that's my kind of mojito," she said as she licked her lips and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.



The Russian Enterprise Ch. 11



Mob family don, Tony Matassini who resides in Tampa, Florida and has a black market Russian 'Mail Order' Bride business, collaborates with a Russian national, Boris, in providing a service to wealthy American men who want the privilege of accessing young, beautiful and capable Russian women without the hassle associated with the dating scene. His life begins to change when he becomes attracted to his latest Russian find - Katya, the woman he lined up for Carson, then finds her sister Lena just as compelling.

This chapter is part is a chain story written with AsylumSeeker and WhiteWave48. It involves erotic couplings, a dangerous hurricane, decadent feasting, romance, sexual liaisons, seductions, shower play, sisterly rivalry and more.

*

The Lion Is Back

1

Tony and Lena remained naked and spent, still connected by their sex for a while. Tony's tumescence receded some as he relaxed into a recumbent state.

"What is that sound?" Katya cried, disturbing the postcoital serenity of the moment as she sauntered back into the room. It was then she noted the blissful scene of her sister lying beneath Tony, naked and linked in the aftermath of a glorious coupling she'd overheard as she dried herself after her shower. 

Without thinking Lena reached and found a piece of the sheet and flung it across their nakedness. It quickly settled across Tony's back, and she groaned a little sigh of pleasure as the movement caused Tony's cock to rock inside her pussy.

"Oops, I am sorry if I disturb you two," laughed Katya with a mischievous grin. "I must say it pleases me that things are going well for you, Goloubka," she said, using her pet name for her little sister. 

Her 'little dove' had indeed spread her wings; there was no doubt about it. 

"You too as well, Tony," she added, smiling to herself as she padded to the far edge of the king-size bed and sat down gingerly, attempting a modicum of decorum despite her interest in the situation.

"It's the first band of the hurricane blowing," Tony croaked, lifting his face from where it was buried in Lena's hair. He noticed Lena's mouth and kissed her passionately, the touch of her lips bringing his cock to life inside her. Lena groaned once again and he broke the kiss. 

"Not to worry my darlings, we're safe here," he said, knowing they needed to relocate to the centre of the main building where a large protected haven had been crafted within the resort. He was confident they still had hours left to do so safely, and he wasn't about to spoil their togetherness a minute too soon.

"Mmm," groaned Lena in reply. Sister, hurricane, or come what may, she was relishing this glorious moment of having Tony on top of her, both of them lying beneath the thinnest of sheets. She opened her eyes and admired the powerful hump she knew to be the finest ass she'd had ever had the pleasure of fucking.

"Thank you big sister," Lena crooned. "Who knows what tomorrow shall bring for me and my lion man Tony." 

At this Tony gave a growl and surged into her with a body thrust to imply his own prediction for the immediate future, and Lena broke out in the sexiest of laughs. 

"Down boy," declared Lena laughingly, as she clutched his firm ass in both hands. 

Tony couldn't help but laugh with her. What Slavic delicacy! He was learning that Lena had such a raunchy sense of humor. His body couldn't help but agree, and he could feel his cock growing inside her as his blood surged again and again, building his hardness once more and filling her anew. He began to move his hips.

Lena was entranced as she felt his cock swell until it was hard and hot within her. As her sister watched, she found she was unable to resist his insistent thrusts, and even began to urge him on with the pressure of her hands on his ass. Then suddenly she realized what was happening.

"We must stop this now Tony. My sister is here for God's sake!" Lena cried, coming to her senses a little bit late. 

But Tony had been quite aware of Katya's presence all along, and he savored the thought of her close by once more, having tasted her delights so briefly, seemingly in a dream. He loved the feeling of his cock going hard inside her sister with Katya nearby.

Near them, Katya joined in the laughter and then eased herself back onto the mattress until her head met the softest of feather pillows. She sighed and wondered if this was all a dream - how wonderful it was that she and her sister were here together, so close to America. All these events must be in her imagination, she thought, since nothing had ever happened in her reality but struggle and settling for things too lousy to think of now.

"It is all right, Lena," she reassured her sister. "I, of all people, should understand how hard it is to let your man go," murmured Katya as she vividly recalled her own special moments with Carson. 

She started as she felt a hand reaching for her and then saw it was Lena's. They locked eyes as she reached back and squeezed her sister's hand with such affection that she felt moist tears of love and joy. She could see Lena's face, and watched as a teardrop slid down her high cheekbone and into the hollow of her cheek, finally disappearing onto the sheet.

Tony was compelled to watch this small drama unfold so close to him, and he felt a love grow for these sisters - a love unlike anything he had ever experienced before. 

Both sisters now gazed at Tony with a different, but similar look of love, and a feeling of total trust in him to keep to his word where Katya was concerned. He nodded knowingly, realizing the die was cast. Katya was indeed off limits, but he could still love her in his own way.

Reluctantly, Tony and Lena eased off their resurgent sexual urges. It was time to focus on getting to safety, but there was still time for a shower. Tony pulled out of her and sat back on the bed. He felt his heavy penis hit his thigh with a most satisfying little 'thwack'. Lena looked down at it and laughed.

"Such a man!" she said. "Don't go away now! You must keep him for me till next time." Here, she leaned over and gave his cock a playful kiss. 

Katya slipped off the bed so she could return to her own room to let Tony and Lena shower and dress at their leisure. As she paused at the door to leave, Tony told her laughingly that she was to fill sand bags in case of flooding. It took a moment for Katya to see the joke. 

As soon as Katya left, it was on again with Tony and Lena as they moved into the generous shower stall of Tony's huge room in this magnificent resort. Under the steady flow of water, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, nor stop kissing. 

Lena found Tony's tongue play totally invigorating, and they soon matched each other, taking turns, each plunging into the other with playful tongues. Tony nipped at her lips with his teeth and kissed her lips separately, first the top then the bottom lips.

"You are king of the jungle my lion man," Lena crowed as she relished the conquest of this most dangerous, sexy man, halting their kissing briefly. She could feel his erection against her tummy.

"Ah, then you must be my queen," Tony replied as he grabbed her ass and pressed his hardness against her. He leaned down and nuzzled her neck. 

Once again he was losing focus on his purpose in the resort that day. Captivated by Lena's feminine fragrance and the sight of her large breasts, he kissed his way down over her curves, taking in her jutting nipples on the way until he was on his knees at her feet, his tongue buried in her pussy and teasing her clit. The water splashed over the two of them. Quickly he parted her labia with both hands and sucked on her sweet nub, drawing its tiny hardness into his mouth, pressing his lips into her satin-soft slit. 

Lena began to moan.

Suddenly realizing, he broke the suction and looked up at her.

"Sweet as this is, my queen," he noted with regret, "We have no more time. I'm afraid Hurricane Dean now seals our fate and holds our destiny in his hands." 

Lena gazed down at him with adoration and nodded. There would be other times like this, she was sure. She pulled Tony to his feet and they pressed their wet bodies close once more. 

As Tony felt her warm breasts crush against his firm chest, he knew that the heat of their embrace promised so much more for the future. Sadly, he reached for the soap.

"Next time I use soap, I promise you it will take at least an hour," Tony murmured in her ear. "But now we must hurry." 

They quickly finished their shower, dried off and began the process of putting on their clothes. 

Tony was dressed first and came out to the little ante room where Katya was waiting and ready. She looked up and smiled at him, but she was also looking a little anxious. 

"You are still my friend Tony? Forgive my naughtiness earlier, but I wanted to make sure that nothing has changed in our deal that I am for Carson." 

As she said this Tony nodded his agreement, took her right hand and gave it a light kiss.

"Yes, I am your friend and confidante. Our time together this morning was something timeless and rare, for which I am indebted to both of you... two... sisters. I know what we had can never be recreated, but you must accept that you will forever have a place in my heart." 

Once again he gave his little European bow that Katya found at once endearing. She stood up and gave him a deep hug, pulling him close to her and kissing him on both cheeks - her own European reply to his bow.

Just as Katya placed the second kiss, Lena entered the little room. 

"What is this - you two embracing behind my back?" she cried out in mock horror but with a grin on her face. 

As Katya turned to her with a smile, Lena was moved to join them, and all three engaged in what was known in America as a 'group hug'. To these three it was something far more. 

Lena kissed her sister full on the mouth, something a bit surprising to Tony, considering the fantastic moment in time they'd shared. Then Lena kissed Tony as he brought Katya's face to theirs and encouraged them all to have a three-way kiss.

"Must it always be a threesome with us, Tony Matassini?" Lena teased as the kiss broke and they shared smiles all around. 

Tony nodded at Lena, then at Katya. 

Katya leaned back and took in the handsome, commanding presence of this man before her. Clearly she was still worried.

"Now we are in your hands, Tony, to keep us safe from any harm." She also knew there was a basic plan for her to get to America and marry Carson, but the details were still to be worked out.

"It's a job I take on with the utmost care. Let's prepare to go to the shelter area of the compound. Lena, you'll need to take all the personal items you may need over the next 24-48 hours. Then we'll stop by Katya's suite so she may do the same before we head to the main area. Any questions?" 

"Well, all is still set for me and Lena to get to America, no? I too am worried about this storm, but we must not lose focus on what is important." Katya asked.

"Let us get through this hurricane and I promise that all will be well in your hopes and dreams for you and Carson. As for Lena, I think I can find a sponsor for her stay in America. A man among men I might add; a man without peer..."

"Yes, we 'get picture', OK my lion?" Lena purred at Tony, coyly playing with him. Tony smiled and nodded. 

Then he picked up the room phone and spoke for several minutes, issuing commands and obtaining information. Soon they would have to make their way to the shelter.

2

About twenty people were now gathered in the shelter centered in the main building, a separate structure apart from the tower. Some were milling around, others huddled in small groups.

Tony and his entourage had gathered in the central part of the shelter which was a small but designed with a very comfortable, cozy lobby. He gave them a tour of the clever structure that took in the little kitchen and a dining area which could be seen separated from the main room by waist-high walls topped by Plexiglas with colorful etched artwork done in a Caribbean theme. 

Off the main room were dozens of luxurious rooms, with several of decent size. Most of the others were very small but well appointed; much like a luxury hotel in New York or London. All had their own bathrooms. It seemed Tony had thought of everything when he'd worked with the architects on this project.

Then he took them to the common area bathrooms located in the back part of the lobby off a corridor that led to the maintenance area and beyond that a thick, steel double door that was sealed to keep out the storm. The three huge generators were located inside the maintenance room, placed up on raised concrete platforms. 

Wanting to show off, Tony explained all the details to them all as they returned to the lobby.

"This building itself is part of the administrative headquarters, and was a construction marvel that made headlines in several local papers and industry magazines - oh, back in 1999, I think. They lauded the manner in which the building had been sited, secured and built to withstand a Category 5 hurricane. 

"Actually, where we are standing is more than 100 feet above sea level, so any tidal surge would have little negative effect on our safety. Some of you may have noticed how we located the resort on a knoll."

Tony was warming to his audience. 

"Imagine that the tower and all occupants have been evacuated and the tower closed down. For that matter, even the tower windows have all been fitted with high impact shatter proof glass, so even that building is safe. You may be surprised that all of our vehicles are securely parked in the underground parking garage secured with thick, industrial-sized garage doors.

"The rest of the resort and all ground floor buildings have also been closed down, locked up and secured. The Hotel Grand is tightly secured against the coming Hurricane Dean. I guarantee it!" He finished with a flourish and looked pleased that some of his listeners applauded. 

Once again, he gave that little European bow that was now a little habit of his. 

Lena pressed closely against him, holding his arm at the elbow, proud to have him wear her like a Rolex watch. She glowed with a sensual thrumming from deep inside, and she gave a little shudder that gave Tony pause when he finished his little speech. He could actually feel sensuality flowing through her and was amazed at the sensation, not to mention the pressure of her lush breast against him!

For the first time in many a year, Tony sensed a growing feeling of empowerment - a heady combination of satisfaction as he set the well-oiled wheels of his headquarters in motion, and surging love for the strong, sensual young woman on his arm. He knew he was good - he felt good - but he also looked good too. Tony was playing the part to perfection. He was the real deal in every way.

Most of those inside the shelter were unaware that the two massive fellows milling near the main entrance were guarding the entrance that had double barriers locked from the inside. They were armed, both with holstered handguns and shotguns held to their sides and covered cleverly by long coats. Outside, potential looters would be faced with bare metal and nothing to pry or hook onto. Pity the poor fools that were able to gain entrance, or anyone foolish enough to try to leave!

Tony looked around the group. He was looking rather smug with Lena on his arm, knowing that there was one other section he was not prepared to show his guests. It was a technological marvel of which he was justly proud.

This one final feature was the Emergency Communications Room filled with small monitors connected to high speed internet, and one was even connected to underground cables that connected with Miami so that they had a land line at all times. Various radios, receivers and high tech equipment filled the room. Tony had no intention of sharing this with anyone beyond the inner circle.

He finally finished the tour and speech with an inimitable flourish, Tony had Tank and Chipper show all the other guests and family to their rooms, while he personally escorted Katya to her room and then took Lena to the room they would share.

As Tony opened the door, Lena scooted in, excited to see what the new room was like. Much to her surprise, it was rather large and luxurious, considering its purpose. There was a moment of quiet between them as she gazed about, but Tony felt compelled to explain things further.

"I've had to sleep here twice, and my brother several times. Leo is a fanatic about this place. For him it must be just right," Tony announced with a laugh.

Taking a risk, Lena asked, "Who did you sleep with here, Tony - your wife?"

Tony seemed uncomfortable with her question. He paused to gather himself then spoke. 

"No, my wife isn't a big fan of travel or the beach, I'm sad to say, and her health has been very bad for years. Let's just put it this way; I stayed here without her the two times I was here. My brother - well he's a bit of a player, and who can say who his bed fellows were," Tony explained.

"I see," Lena said carefully, clearly not seeing at all. So he was married...

"It's... complicated, let's not talk about this now."

"I disagree..."

"Not now!" Tony declared, suddenly growing short with her. "I have things I must tend to right now Lena; important matters of safety and security. Excuse me - make yourself at home." He turned on his heel and was gone.

3

As he walked into the lobby, he was displeased with the little display he'd been forced to make with Lena. How could he explain to her that Lorraine was lost to him years ago and now lay in a coma? He wanted no pity pussy that was for sure. Well, perhaps that wasn't exactly true, as he thought further with a wicked smile. Tony was irrepressible. There was no way anyone could keep his mood down for long.

Tony was busy seeing that everything was battened down and everyone was comfortable. He checked in with his director of security, as well as the hotel manager.

"I expect all is well, despite the situation," Tony said to the two men now huddled in the Communications Room as he eyed the monitors with the various imaging satellite reports of the impending storm.

"Yes, I have fully studied all the predictions and data, and am fully confident we will be fine," The security director said as he stood and rose up on the balls of his feet.

"We have everything we need and more; failsafe systems, more than enough power, plenty of supplies for more than a week," replied the hotel manager as he attempted a look of confidence from where he sat.

"Good, good," replied Tony. "Should this not be true... then..." Tony made a slashing movement across his throat as he eyed one man, then the other. It never hurt to give a little motivation. The two men turned back to the monitors.

He remembered Don Vincent when he was growing up - his responses as Tony was complaining that he never seemed to get respect from his older brother Leo:

"Ah! That will come Tony, be patient. But Tony?"

"Yes?"

"To be respected, that is good. But to be feared, that is even better," Don Vincent had said with a knowing nod.

With business settled for the moment, Tony took a deep breath and returned to Lena in their room, uncertain exactly what to expect from this woman so unpredictable and bold. He knew he'd left her too suddenly.

"Tony, I am so sorry for being so stupid," Lena said immediately as she frowned with concern at her earlier curiosity.

Tony remained silent and gazed at her, waiting. Half of him was relieved to find her there, but the other half wanted to see her squirm.

"You... will forgive me for prying, no?" she said with a look of sincerity.

Tony had been expecting something else from her, perhaps a coy smile, more unpleasantness.




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"Well," Tony began, "We shall have to see, now won't we?" Tony continued. "Such feisty ways! Maybe we need time to consider things a little more, Hm?"

"Yes, Tony, that would be wonderful," Lena agreed with a smile returning to her face. Thoughts raced through her mind about all that had happened. 

Her worries were over in a moment. Simultaneously, the two reached for each other and embraced, kissing hesitantly at first until the kiss became passionate. Tony realized she had the ability to melt his resolve. The young woman was a gem!

"I have a special treat for you my sweet," murmured Tony as they pulled apart. He kissed her hand and helped her to her feet. "Come, you shall see," he said.

Lena, who hated surprises since they were usually terrible things back at home, hesitated. Then she looked at Tony. Drawn by his generous smile, she yielded to him and the surprise to come. Perhaps if she flattered him he would be gentle and understanding.

"Yes, I will come along, my manly man, and let you surprise me, OK?" Lena said. 

She followed Tony into an antechamber off the entrance to their room, and came to a door she hadn't noticed before. Tony opened the door and flicked on a light to reveal several large trunks that sat bare in an empty room.

"What are they?" Lena asked, as her quick mind began to turn. "Wait, wait -- what's this? They are travel vouchers and marks in Cyrillic... It can't be... is it?" She looked at Tony with such joy and affection dawning on her face, such delight, he couldn't help but embrace her, lifting her off her feet and swinging her in a circle.

"Yes, my love, it is. It's Katya's trousseau, and I had sent over early despite Boris' protest. It contains everything that was in the wardrobe in your bedroom in Russia. It was going to be my treat to Katya, but I thought you might enjoy seeing it first."

Lena's smile began to fade as she realized that his first thought had been for Katya and not her. Now she gazed at him with the look of an animal caught in a painful trap. 

"But, they are for Katya..."

"Yes, that is very true. They are her trousseau. However, if you count the trunks, you might find that there are some that are marked from Italy my sweet. Look closer..."

Lena sauntered over to the trunks and counted six large trunks. Four were from Russia and two had markings in what must be Italian.

"Now where do most of the world's greatest designers live and work besides New York and Paris, Hm?"

"Rome, Italy...?" Suddenly she swung her head to the trunks and noticed that they had all passed through Jamaican customs and were identified with the Grand Hotel swatches. Four of them were labeled 'Katya' in both Cyrillic and English, while two had 'Lena' in Italian and English.

"I can't explain what came over me before I even met you. I just knew that you were headed here with a sister who was to meet her prince with the trousseau of a princess, and I wondered how unfair such a thing would be for you. So..."

"What have you done Tony Matassini?" cried Lena in delight as she began to realize what had happened. 

"Well, I suggest you let your sister know about the surprise. I've taken great care to get them here safely. After you break the news to her, I would expect you to open the two marked 'Lena'," Tony said with a smug smile. He seemed very pleased with himself.

Lena was torn. Should she take Tony now in this little room, run to get Katya, or open the two trunks. Curiosity won out and she ran to her trunks and looked at Tony imploringly. He walked over to her as they looked at the trunks that were all sitting upright with arrows and marks clearly indicating which way up. He reached inside his pocket and took out a bunch of keys.

"Let me see... here..." Tony said as he took his time, teasingly.

"Oh, give me those keys!" cried Lena as she snatched them from Tony and tried them all until one opened both her trunks. Gorgeous fabric and colors dazzled her. 

Watching from behind, Tony outlined his further plans. 

"I thought you might like to defy Hurricane Dean tonight and have dinner with me in one of those lovely designer dresses. I'm told that they are all this year's latest fashion from Rome. Versace, Dior and all of them do have studios in Rome as well as in New York. I hope you like what I picked." 

"But how did you know my size, my tastes?"

"Lena, I must confess that I have spies everywhere. I know your size and that of your sister. I know everything about you both - and about Carson as well. It pays in my business to know things. In this case, more pleasure than business. As for tastes - well, I have adored women all my life and bought enough clothes to fill a warehouse. You will just have to trust that between Versace, my spies and me - well let's just say you won't be disappointed."

The first trunk was filled with dresses, dresses and more dresses. The second trunk was filled with shoes, accessories and lingerie. As she began to finger the slinky nightgowns, frilly teddies and panties of all shapes, she turned to Tony and embraced him in what can only be described as a death grip. As she pulled away, he noticed her eyes were moist with tears. He tenderly kissed her eyes and brushed the tears away with his lips.

"No tears, not even tears of joy," he pronounced. Lena just nodded at him silently, nearly bursting with wonder. No-one had ever given her gifts like these.

"So, do you wish to pick out a dress, or what?" asked Tony.

"Oh, no, no...I must get Katya right now!" cried Lena as she rushed out of the little room and antechamber. Tony followed her out, smiling to himself as he toyed with the keys. 

4

Lena and Katya were quick to return and they met him halfway. Katya was casually dressed, but still stunning. Her face seemed flushed, but with a confused and puzzled look. 

As she started to speak to Tony, Lena pulled her away to the little room so full of surprises. Tony followed. Entering the room once again, he could see Katya and Lena huddled together, pawing over the hidden treasure trove inside her trunks. In anticipation of her delight, he pulled the bunch of keys from his pocket and was tossing them up and down in his right hand.

Lena turned, smiling at him with a smile that lit up the room, and she noticed how he was teasing them with the keys. Katya was still trying to understand all this wonderful happening. As the keys flew up, Lena grabbed them in mid-air before they came back down to Tony's waiting hand. She rushed over to Katya and together they fumbled with each key and Katya finally began to unlock her own trunks.

"Tony, you sexy, wonderful man!" declared Katya. She ran her hands over some of the garments still packed in their tissue wrap, and then came over to him almost shyly. 

"I would never, never have thought this of you. Truly you have a magical, romantic heart! Perhaps I have chosen the wrong man!" she said with a mischievous smile. Realizing what a daring thing she'd said, she reached up to Tony without hesitation and embraced him, then planted a big kiss on his mouth.

"Perhaps you have," Tony agreed in a teasing way as he held her for a moment. "You see, my heart was captivated by you for a while. I was smitten, my beautiful Katya. I was going to make a play for you perhaps - I don't know. But I also felt badly for Lena and thought she might appreciate some fine things of her own. Of course, I must admit that I knew you two were very close and I hoped my actions toward her could only endear me to her big sister." 

He confessed all this while holding Katya in a warm and loving embrace.

Lena watched them both like a hawk for the slightest hint that they were not joking. She didn't want Tony to get serious with Katya again.

Katya put her fears to rest.

"Right now, my special friend," Katya warned, "You have me in the palm of your hand. I can't speak for my sister, but I would expect you have her in your palm and everywhere else on that sexy body of yours." 

Katya smiled coyly then, and her expression reminded Tony so much of Lena it was striking. She turned to look at her sister. 

As if on cue, Lena came over to them and joined in the embrace.

"I imagine this is the closest I shall ever come to a ménage a trois with you two," Tony predicted. "Nevertheless, it's a delicious moment I shall always cherish." He kissed them both at the same time by pressing their cheeks together. Lena and Katya both closed their eyes and relished this delicious moment. They felt loved and safe in his hands.

5

It was late evening and the small band of folks sat around the little tables in the dining room. They could all hear the winds and rain rushing and whirling outside. Because they had no windows through which to gaze and gauge the coming storm, they were all restless and nervous. Katya and Lena sat at the bar, anxiously sipping their drinks.

There was a small commotion at the door when Tank and Chipper, Tony's nephews, tried to make their way through it together as they led Tony in from the communications room. They stepped aside for their boss to make an announcement. 

Tony stood before his guests with a smile on his face and reassured them.

"Enjoy... Eat. Don't worry. It will be fine. This hotel has survived three hurricanes in its life and nothing has ever happened to those inside this room. We will not only survive, but we shall prevail in celebration!" he cried in a melodramatic fashion. 

A collective sigh and sense of relief seemed to release in the small, intimate dining area, yet Lena was oblivious to anything but adulation for this wonderful, sexy man who now gave sanctuary to a handful of people.

Finally Tony escorted Lena and Katya to a small alcove he'd reserved for the three of them; it was big enough for Tony and several guests. Tony always thought of it as the captain's table whenever he and his crew were valiantly 'sailing' everyone through a terrible storm. 

He sat Lena on his right hand, holding her chair formally while she made herself comfortable, and assisted Katya on his left in the same way. He took the seat at the head of the table suited for six but set for just three.

Tony admired the two gorgeous women whose company he now shared and jealously guarded. He had advised the staff to serve them well, but to keep a suitable distance when possible. 

In spite of their anxiety about the storm, the sisters had chosen well from their store of outfits, and between them the two were united as a picture of red, white and blue. Clearly they'd enjoyed preparing for the evening as both had painted their nails red and applied dark red lipstick to their perfect lips.

Lena, with her long dark hair styled into flowing curls, looked dazzling in a backless classic white sheath from her Italian collection - high at the neck, which was unusual for her, but very slim fitting and showing lots of thigh when she moved. Her earrings were showers of ruby red jewels that moved and caught the light, and she wore a wide band of flashing red jewels on her wrist. Strappy white sandals with six inch heels completed the picture.

Katya's blond looks were set off admirably in a fitted dark blue satin gown from a French collection. Seemingly of its own accord, the dress clung to her breasts and revealed her handsome cleavage to perfection. The waistline was nipped in with a wide crimson belt in very fine leather, and at her neck was a red velvet band with a jeweled rose. 

Her earrings were most unusual - gold clips that shaped themselves from behind her earlobe in a way she'd never seen before. Tony said they came from a jeweler he knew in Italy. The design matched the clips on the gold strappy heels she'd selected. Never had she felt so wonderful and so admired. 

For his part, Tony was decked out in one of his most handsome hand-tailored suits from Tampa. It was a dazzling panama white, and fit his muscular body perfectly. He wore a long-sleeved, gray silk shirt with personalized cuff links, a throw-back to another time. His tie was black with hand painted designs of the brightest hues. A matching handkerchief decorated his left jacket pocket - another retro look.

They all sat admiring one another for what seemed minutes, and finally all three began to speak at the same time, each with a compliment meant for another. Tony laughed and placed his hands gently on each sister's wrist and they immediately looked to him and quieted.

"May I just say that it is my greatest pleasure and honor to have the Haustova sisters sitting here at the captain's table as my special guests? You both are ravishing beyond compare and you take my breath away!" 

Tony patted at his chest, attempting humor, but the two women seemed overcome by the formality of the occasion. Maybe each one was expected to make a speech before they could all relax. Perhaps they would never be allowed to relax in those clothes. It was all so new. 

The sisters still sat quietly, so Tony nodded at Katya to speak next, as she was the older sister and the one for whom this whole affair had been arranged.

"I must say too, Tony that it is great pleasure to be here as well. I can't wait to tell Carson what an honorable gentleman you have been and how well you have protected me and my sister." Katya blushed and smiled shyly, which was her way.

Then, both Tony and Katya looked to Lena as Tony softly whispered, "Last, but not least, my darling." 

Lena looked up at Tony's handsome, Roman profile and imagined what brilliant, beautiful children they could make together.

"Ah," she began, touching him under the chin, "We have had, you and I, the joy of feasting upon one another's delicious bodies and now it is time to feast for real as I am famished!" 

She flashed her eyes as she said those words, teasing him about their speeches, and all three began to laugh. Lena broke her laugh then, and spoke to Tony with a sudden look of devotion. 

"Tony Matassini, you have been the most wonderful surprise of my life. While I eat the food you bring us, I will devour you with my eyes!"

Tony felt tendrils of searing love working their way into his heart and mind as he heard her words. 

"I will do the same as you my love," he announced passionately. He took hold of her wrist in his right hand and gently stroked her forearm on the inner side - the beautiful smooth skin that he loved so well.

As he did so, he gazed at Lena and watched as pleasure began to fill her eyes. They opened as if they were windows, and he captured a glimpse of what was in her heart and was struck hard by the hammer of love.

"Ahh," she purred aloud at his caress. "How do you know all the little things about pleasuring a woman, such as to stroke my arm as you do and send little thrills through my whole body? You are a wonder!"

And so was the aura of enchanted intimacy that settled over them as the night progressed. 

Soon, the trio were waited on discreetly by a seasoned staff that Tony must have paid dearly to keep them here through the storm. Safer than anywhere else, they were actually more than happy to stay. Tony had insisted that they order the family style paella, a smorgasbord of seafood delights all mixed with seasoned Spanish yellow rice.

Lena and Katya marvelled at the abundance of expensive seafood: succulent jumbo shrimp, oysters, prawns, flounder, whole crabs, and the famous Mediterranean delight of squid and octopus. 

The sisters eyed the delicacies with wonder. There were so many ingredients thrown together in a huge pile of rice. As the waiters brought everything out, they struggled under the weight of the meal piled high on a huge platter.

Tony was enthralled as he shared this meal with the sisters. He was a lively host, explaining the way his mother prepared it when he was little, how the tastes and flavours blended and finally how he had convinced his mother to share her family's secret Paella recipe with the Hotel's chef. 

"She finally said 'Yes'. She only made me promise to give her a grandson." Tony spoke in a hollow tone. 

The cheer of their moment seemed to fade, but then Lena got up, went to him and gave him a hug. She whispered closely in his ear. 

"Who's to say you won't, my lion? Not me." She returned to her seat, smiled all around and renewed the meal's spirit. 

Surprisingly, the sisters were no strangers to unusual delights from the sea, as their home was not that far from the Black Sea. They tucked into the repast with gusto, much to Tony's delight.

Outside, Hurricane Dean began to seriously challenge all of Tony's braggadocio about the structure.

"You must excuse me," Tony said, as his face took on a look of serious concern. Then he was gone and the sisters watched him stride across the floor and into the doorway of the Communications Room, finally noticing his security chief.

"I am truly scared, Goloubka," Katya whispered to Lena as she eased across the table in an act of intimate communiqué. 

Lena reached out her hand to Katya's and whispered back, "We must trust Tony now; our lives are in his hands, and those of God."

Soon, Tony was back to their table and saw their grave looks.

"It is OK. Don't worry. We are still very safe. Just some matters that I needed to know about." Tony reassured them as he squeezed each sister's hand. He smiled and nodded reassuringly. 

Soon, the meal was coming to a close, all three completely stuffed with a feast from the sea. 

Suddenly and swiftly the twins snuck over from their table with Tank and Chipper as Tony gave them the high sign. Connie and Bonnie were no longer giggling, but seemed to have transformed into beautiful young ladies. 

"Good evening Dad," they cooed simultaneously. 

"Dad? What happened to Daddy?" Tony asked.

"Daddy is a term used by children and we have grown up." Bonnie announced as they both sat up straight.

Tony, Katya and Lena all three eyed the twins with a fresh eye of approval. It was about time they matured.

"Darlings," breathed Katya in her Russian accent. "You are both so beautiful tonight, don't you agree Lena?"

"Yes, I am truly amazed at how refined you look in those lovely gowns. You are so elegant!" Lena cried her approval and dazzled the table with a million watt smile.

"Thank you both," said Connie as Bonnie nodded her agreement.

"Well, I had hoped this would be a more proper occasion for them to 'come out' tonight from their teenage cocoons and fly as proper butterflies. I am so sorry the occasion is so unpleasant," replied Tony. He was speaking now as a proud father.

Tony then ordered them all after-dinner drinks in place of dessert. The evening seemed to dwindle as they all gathered intimately at the captain's table. 

6

Time seemed to have flown after they left Lena's previous room that morning. They'd done so much with their day, and now dinner was over. Her beautiful white gown and her jeweled cuff and earrings lay on a nearby chair, and once more Lena was alone and naked with Tony.

Outside, the wind had picked up some more, and even from their protected position they were hearing gusts as the air pressure varied and objects were hurled through the air against the side of the building. 

Tony had his mind on two things: his intercom and Lena's breasts. One call on the intercom and he would have to leave her for a time. One sweep of her nipples past his lips and he was hers again. He was beginning to look worried and confused. 

Lena returned to Tony's phallus to keep his mind on her alone. She was amazed at how his cock had grown as she studied it closely. She began to run her fingers over each part. She found her hand could now just close around it and her fingertips just meet her hand as she gripped the shaft. She marveled at the swollen glans now the size and color of a large purple plum. 

She took his glans into her mouth and stopped. She swirled her tongue around the edge of the corona and flooded it with her saliva, then began to suck on his big cock head. Tony groaned in delight as his hands found her head and applied gentle pressure downward. 




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Soon Lena took in more of Tony's shaft and marveled at his girth. So big! Lena laughed around her mouthful, and then pulled back from his cock to speak. 

"You must have horses for ancestors, my stud!" 

While he was well endowed, he was not monster-sized, but Lena knew what men wanted and Tony responded as she'd planned. Over and over, Lena sucked his dick with abandon, stopping only from time to time to take a breather when she would keep him occupied with her skilful hands. 

Tony was quite taken in as she turned her hands into a perpetual wave machine of sexual wonder. As soon as one moistened hand descended his entire length the other began at his mushroomed head, over and over and over again until Tony touched her to make her stop before he came too soon. 

Lena understood. She changed her position.

Now Lena straddled this marvelous manhood admired by both sisters and took it in her left hand. First, she wanted to pleasure her pussy some with the marvelous purple glans and began to use it as a dildo on just her pussy lips and clit, much like Tony had done earlier. 

Yet, this time it was Lena who was controlling things more, and she was able to pleasure herself in a perfect way. She threw her head back in abandoned pleasure as she rubbed her clit with Tony's cock. 

As she prepared to mount his erection so pumped and hard, Lena rose up then lowered herself upon him, suddenly impaling herself as she let gravity draw her down and his cock up inside her. She gasped as she felt his cock head press into her cervix. 

Her young muscular legs allowed her to move up and down rather quickly and soon she was fucking Tony with a nice rhythm. 

"That's it baby, fuck me, fuck me," Tony demanded in his sexy voice. 

"Yessss!" hissed Lena as her orgasm began to build, working its tense way up her loins and into her abdomen. Now she thrust herself upon Tony's huge cock with abandon and was thrilled as Tony met her thrusts with his own as his manly hands grasped her sweet ass and pulled her down upon his cock and her ass slapped his thighs each time flesh met flesh. This sent even more erotic chills through her clit, perineum and asshole as she came down again and again upon Tony's hard, hairy thighs.

Now Tony switched his grip from her ass to her luscious tits, using them as handles to guide their fucking. They eyed one another with lusty gazes and were both smitten with powerful, horny sensations.

Soon they both began to moan simultaneously. Tony's legs began to stiffen and his toes to curl. He was spurred on to even greater heights and his pumping strokes became even deeper and harder. 

Lena was thrown into an orgasm that now overtook her and she cried out loud and hard. Just then, Tony's orgasm burst forth and their climaxes merged into one powerful crescendo. Soon the roar of the Lion filled the room and beyond as Tony came in powerful spurts that filled Lena once again with his hot seed.

Lena was seeing colors and feeling the hot semen fill her orifice completely. She wondered what it would be like to let Tony impregnate her so she would have his baby. It was not an unpleasant thought, but she kept it as a fantasy alone. 

Lena now relished being on top and having such a man filling her so completely. She continued to use her pussy to squeeze the last drops of cum as Tony kept up what seemed autonomic pulsing and short thrusts of his cock. Lena felt her orgasm still echoing, still lightly pulsing through her body.

Tony watched Lena. Her eyes were closed and her swollen lips were smiling in exquisite pleasure. He continued his grip of her breasts, but began to lightly caress them, grazing the nipples and working to finish out their love making in a prolonged gentle ecstasy. Lena continued to keep her eyes closed and moaned with a growling deep in her throat. 

Lena had let herself go to this moment with complete abandon. She was lost in the most delicate sensations and delicious thoughts. Memories of body and soul, uniting as one, flooded her every fiber as she savored such delicious treatment by such an incredible man. Then she opened her eyes and saw Tony beneath her and she smiled at him. There were no more games, no more defenses. She squeezed his masterful cock again and again within her, fighting to maintain this incredible experience.

She fell upon him now and they were able to engage in an embrace as Tony lifted up to greet her, his cock still embedded inside her. Their kiss was like molten souls fusing as a single, united force. Tony and Lena were now one.

Quite suddenly, they were plunged into complete darkness as the lights went out. Lena shouted, 

"Tony!" 

For his part, Tony was comforting her with a soothing voice and soothing hands, just as the secondary lighting kicked on from the emergency generators, casting the room into a gloomy, dull glow.