3 comments/ 14794 views/ 0 favorites From Russia with Love By: ravish_aus Katerina was hard to like when I first met her. Bossy and controlling, she brooked no argument about how our meetings were to be conducted. Organisation is a good thing but this woman had every second of the meeting planned. You spoke when it was your turn, everything was timed, the agenda must be followed. Her clothing was elegant and in its own way so was her English. It was crisp and precise. There were the standard cases of unusual grammar and her Russian accent was thick and pronounced. I made my usual jokes to the others about her authoritarian tendencies being a Cold War hangover, and we laughed about her inflexible approach to business. In those early days, she held no appeal whatever. In time, I would come to crave her body. Her accent would have me tingling. Her bossiness would make me hard. All I wanted to do was fuck her tight little body over and over. Unfortunately, she was married. The first meeting of our discussion group was held on a Sunday afternoon. It was a voluntary business training session, a kind of mastermind group. We met in a coffee lounge. Later, I told everyone that I couldn't face another. I thought Katerina was faintly ridiculous and out of her depth. I missed the second meeting and the third. The fourth was cancelled at the last minute. So by the time the fifth meeting came around, I hadn't seen Katerina for nearly two months and I had convinced myself that this meeting would be my last. But Katerina and I were the only ones there. I was sitting by the door waiting when she arrived. In the distance I saw her swinging down the street. She was wearing black leggings and a tight top that highlighted a pair of firm breasts. She wiggled as much as she walked. Sunglasses masked her eyes and she suddenly didn't seem so stern and austere. This was not like our first meeting! We moved to a table outside and as she sat I caught a tantalizing glimpse down her top, a white shirt with buttons. The top button was undone and there was the hint of a firm, rounded breast, the suggestion of cleavage, the inviting allure of a black bra strap. As we talked, I found my eyes drawn to the roundness of her breasts. I took in a pair of tits which were simultaneously pert and slightly large for her body. As her chest moved in gentle synchronicity with her breathing, I was reassessing my attitude to this Russian control freak. And then I realised I was turned on by her accent. Suddenly, it was sensuous, sexy and suggestive. Alone with her, she was somehow different. With each other's undivided attention, she was infinitely more alluring, more human. She even smiled. As her lips parted a cute little dimple formed on her chin. Then there were her fingers. Slim. Slender. Painted dark. So sleek and feminine. I watched as she wrote notes of our discussion. I watch female fingers all the time. I imagine them holding my face and stroking my cock. I imagine them wrapped around my balls. Now I was imagining Katerina holding my balls. Would she break them? I was flattered when she told me she wanted my advice. When she stood and moved to one side to take a phone call, I noted the concave curve of her back which accentuated the roundness of her ass. She looked slightly cheeky, a touch provocative, a bit naughty. By the time she sat down again, I was conscious of a stirring in my groin. She spoke again and the accent suddenly seemed so damned sexy. I imagined her whispering dirty thoughts in my ear. My god, was this young woman giving me an erection? In a coffee lounge? The rest of the meeting is a blur. I didn't want it to end. I had started mentally undressing her. My eyes were drawn to those firm, pert tits and that black bra. The thin strap snaked up over her shoulder and I could see myself pulling it down as I kissed her neck. I began looking at her lips. A small mouth, but delectably red lips. I saw myself kissing her, our tongues wrestling, her breasts crushed against my chest, my hands clasping her firm, tight ass. I looked into her eyes, too often and too long, I suspect. I was transfixed by the greyness of her eyes, the immaculate eyelashes, the curvaceous black eyebrows. My head was swirling now. I had not expected this. Here I was with someone I had derided, a woman I had ridiculed, a woman I had thought was a bitch. Yet I was excited by her now, aroused by her accent, enticed by her body. Alone, I was making her laugh and seeing a side of her personality that I had missed before. The coffee lounge was closing for the day but we hadn't finished. She lived nearby and we needed a computer so she suggested we go to her place. Surely it could not be this easy? I watched her hips swinging in front of me as she walked up to her front door and inserted the key. The black leggings were perched sexily around her waist, visible to me through her white shirt, courtesy of the afternoon sun. My eyes dropped to her legs and noted the end of the leggings several inches above her ankles. Her skin sparkled. Gliding back up, I imagined the shape of her ass. With her arm raised to the keyhole, I glimpsed her ass and saw her tits in profile with just the hint of a nipple. My dick twitched and the head began to gently throb. I was willing it not to get hard, not yet. "What's your husband's name?" I asked her. "Valery," she replied. "He's interstate until Tuesday." My heart jumped at that last statement and my eyes darted around the room. A grey leather sofa caught my attention. We sat at her desk, side by side. My right knee bumped her left. Her left arm brushed my right. I could smell her perfume: understated, sweet, intoxicating. I was conscious of her black hair cascading around her face. Her fingers looked so sexy as they manipulated the keyboard and brought the screen to life. I turned to look at her up-close. Her delicate neck beckoned. Her lips shone. Her hair glistened. My heart thumped. It happened when our hands collided on the keyboard. I picked up her hand and placed it to one side, conscious that as I leaned towards her my arm rubbed along the curve of her breast. Without thinking, I enveloped her hand with mine and squeezed it as I placed in on the desk. The silence was heavy with expectation. Had I overstepped the mark with this married woman? The answer was swift and unambiguous. In one rapid movement, she turned, moved her hands to my face and kissed me full on the lips. Our tongues grappled. I ran mine along her upper teeth, then the lower. I licked her tongue and then snapped playfully at her lips. And then she said something in Russian. I don't know what it was but it suggested sexual ecstasy. I looked into her eyes, silently asking the question. "Fuck me," she commanded and we were both on our feet, groping for each other. I rubbed her tits through her shirt and ran my hands around the base of her neck. She was ripping at my pants, reaching for my dick. She was almost violent, pulling at my belt and muttering to herself in Russian. The urgency took hold of me too and I ripped at her shirt, sending buttons flying. "Katerina, Katerina," I whispered at her. She was wearing an expensive bra with a delicate, sexy frill around the cups. No matter, I thought, using both hands to rip it apart from the middle. She gasped as her tits spilled out into my hands. I hungrily mauled at them as she found her way into my pants and I felt her soft warms hands surround my stiffening dick. What a beautiful, greedy little slut you are, I thought to myself. Our lips were locked together as my hands groped her tits and her hands slid up and down my cock, alternately grabbing my balls and rolling them together. Those wonderful, slender, feminine fingers were working their magic on my balls. It was exquisite. Then she ripped my shirt as I had done to hers and her fingers were running around my chest, playing with my nipples, pulling at the tufts of hair that surround them. Christ, she was good at this. "I have to fuck you," I told her, somewhat redundantly. "On the sofa," she responded, pulling me by the hand to the grey leather. "I want you to fuck me." And then she brought her face close to mine and hissed at me: "Hard." My cock throbbed. Katerina pushed me back onto the sofa and began scrambling at my shoes and pulling on my pants. I found myself with only my underwear still on, looking up at this glorious Russian woman. Her breasts jutted handsomely and firmly from her chest, the torn shirt hanging off her shoulders, the ripped bra dangling at her sides. She removed the shirt and bra and I feasted on her topless form now only wearing those leggings. What a sight. I gasped in awe of her beauty, marvelling at how I had not noticed all those weeks ago. She stood back and sexily wiggled out of the leggings. Oh, how do women do that? How do they convey so much raw sexuality in a single wiggle? I was rock-hard now as I leered at her trim waist. Her belly button winked at me and I resolved to visit it as soon as possible. My attention was now fully on Katerina as she began to remove the leggings. It was the most sensual striptease I have ever seen and I gasped as I caught sight of the black panties that clung to her pussy. The v-shape gave way to two taut strings that ran around her waist. As she turned, I saw the fabric of her panties crunched up the crack of her ass, revealing two fleshy cheeks that looked so firm, so tight. "You are fucking gorgeous," I told her, realising that I was stroking my cock as I did so. "You like?" she said, mocking her own accent. "Oh, yes," I moaned. She was motionless for a second and I was suddenly aware that we were both nearly naked, she in those sexy black panties, me in my black briefs, my cock lewdly stretching the material as it strained to be free. And then she began to remove the panties, her breasts swaying gently as she did so. She wiggled again, her two index fingers slid under the strings at the sides and the panties dropped to the floor. And there she was in her full naked glory. A black triangle of hair sat atop a shaved pussy. Her hips melted into her legs. Her legs slid down to the floor where I caught sight of two beautiful feet. Her toenails were painted the same dark colour as her fingernails. I was on my feet now, holding her shoulders, those lovely firm, almost square shoulders. She lifted her arms onto my shoulders and I ran my hands into her armpits, noting their smooth, soft, inviting feel. I drew her close, felt her breasts on my chest, and kissed her mouth. It was a long, lingering, passionate kiss with a touch of sexual urgency about it. I held her face in my hands, felt the soft smoothness of her cheeks and looked into her eyes. "We can kiss later," she said firmly and her hands descended to my briefs, forcing them to the floor. My cock bobbed in front of me, erect, throbbing with anticipation. My balls ached slightly. Katerina put her right hand around the base of my cock and squeezed it tight. Fuck, where did she learn that little trick? Then she rubbed the head of my prick with her left hand as her right hand lowered itself to cup my balls. This woman knew her way around a hard dick. "Fuck me now, yes?" she said with a grin. She knew what her voice did to me. And with that I pushed her down onto the sofa. There is nothing so delightful as the site of a naked woman on her back on a sofa, her legs apart, wanting to be fucked. My cock throbbed again as I contemplated burying it up to my balls inside Katerina's beautiful Russian cunt. I lowered myself onto her and she ran her hands across my back and down my sides until they found my cock which she then proceeded to guide into her hole. How good is that, I silently asked myself. She was wet and my cock slid into her cunt without difficulty. She felt so warm, so lovely, so sexy. It felt so good I wanted to cry with joy. Instead our lips met and as my cock descended into the depths of her cunt we kissed and gasped and yelped at each other. I realised her hands were still on my cock and she was stroking me as it slid in and out of her pussy. "You fucking horny bitch," I hissed at her as we continued to kiss. "Screw me, you bastard," she responded, grinning at me. Her accent made my dick get even harder. I felt her fingers caress my hard-on as I began pumping in and out of her at a faster and faster pace. We were both in a frenzy now. She raised her arms behind her, the stretching motion moving her breasts up and down. I lowered my head to suck on a nipple. It was already hard and erect, a half inch long. I took it in my teeth and pulled whilst lapping at the tip with my tongue. She groaned under me and I pumped in and out of her cunt, savouring the warm wetness of her hole. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, willing me to pound her cunt. Her arms were wrapped around my neck. Our teeth crashed into each other as we fucked hard, me thrusting into her, she pushing up to meet me. It was as if she hadn't been properly fucked in ages. And then I felt the orgasm building. I was at the point of no return. I could feel the orgasm building in my cock. My balls were hard. I had to cum. I grunted and felt that warm sensation of sperm rushing out into the wet, welcoming cunt. I yelled and moaned again and Katerina clutched me to her, urgently whispering into my ear: "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." We lay still for a minute, my cock still inside her, wilting now. She was so sexy, gently gyrating her hips under me, milking me, showering my face in kisses. I have to get this woman for myself, I thought. She looked at me, smiled and said: "You are good at fucking." Well, I wasn't about to argue with her. Take the compliments when you can. But her flattery did the trick. I carefully disentangled myself from her and moved my way down the sofa. Looking up, she was still lying there, her legs slightly apart, her pussy glistening and wet in front of me. Christ, she was so damned lovely. I moved in between her legs. The flesh on those magnificent legs simply begged for my caress and I planted little kisses on both thighs as I made my way to her cunt. When I reached it, she jumped as I dived straight in and wrapped my mouth around her cunt. I licked and sucked on her lips, pulling them, kissing them, swirling them around in my mouth. She began to whimper. I ran my tongue along her clit, nice long strokes up and down, slow then fast. I gently bit and sucked on her clit, then did the same to her cunt lips. Then my tongue pushed into her hole and I tongue-fucked Katerina like my life depended on it. I wanted this gorgeous creature to cum in my mouth, to shudder and shake as I licked and sucked her pussy. I wanted so desperately to please her now that I was groaning into her wet cunt. I put one, then two, then three fingers into her cunt and finger-fucked her hard whilst my tongue returned to her clit. I could taste my own cum in her but this only spurred me on. Hard again, I was pulling on my cock as I tongued her delicious pussy. When she came it was simply beautiful. She moaned slightly, her body clenched and she shook ever so slightly. Her hand touched my head, telling me to stop licking and sucking. I stopped but stayed attached to her pussy, wrapping my mouth around her lips. She rested her hand on my head, stroked my hair and seemed content with that. I waited several more seconds for her sensations to subside and then I kissed her pussy lips as I would her mouth: wet, affectionate, happy kisses. And then we lay together on the grey sofa. We were naked. Spent. I kissed her eyelids and the tip of her nose. She nibbled on my ear. I caressed her breast. She traced circles on my chest. I pushed her hair back from her face and examined her cheeks. She playfully licked all over my chin until it tickled. We laughed and hugged. I marvelled at her beauty and luxuriated in the radiance of her "just fucked" look. She fondled my limp cock and dried it with a tissue. I got hard again and she laughed at me. We looked at each other and I wondered if this was both the beginning and the end. I knew I wanted more. Would she? -------------------- I will respond to all feedback. Write to me and I will write back. From Russia with Love It had been a rough match. Vladimir Kozlov stirred weakly on the mat before mustering the last bit of strength he had to pull himself into a sitting position. Something warm was trickling down the side of his face. Gingerly, he touched a finger to the spot. When he withdrew the tip of his finger, it came away bright red. He supposed he would eventually have to let the trainer look at it. He was pretty sure the chair shot to the face he had received, had cut him badly. For now though, he would rest. Kozlov turned his gaze toward the entrance ramp and glared. There at the top of the ramp, facing the crowd with their arms raised in triumph; was his opponent Ezekiel Jackson, and his former manager turned enemy, William Regal. For weeks beforehand, the three of them had been a dominate force in the WWE. Then the tables had turned. Or rather Jackson and Regal had turned. On him. Kozlov knew that the reason for it all was so Vince and the company could start the process of turning him face, but so far it didn't seem to be working well at all. No matter what he did, the fans just wouldn't get behind him. Kozlov shook his head sadly and pulled himself to his feet with a wince. Ever so carefully, he walked over to the side of the ring and climbed out. After climbing down to the floor, he turned and slowly made his way up the ramp. Fans booed and jeered him the whole way. More than once he got hit with garbage that a few of them were throwing. At one point, a half-filled plastic cup sailed through the air and caught him on the back of the head, drenching him in warm, stale beer. At least he hoped it was beer. Normally, the jeering and the boos didn't affect him, but tonight, everything seemed to cut him to the very core. Tears burned his eyes along with the still trickling blood. He wiped his face impatiently. He wasn't going to give them any satisfaction by letting them see his pain. "I believe in you Kozlov! Don't give up!" A sweet and positive voice cut through the sea of boos like a beacon of hope. Kozlov paused and turned slowly in the direction of the sound, somewhere to his left. He put a hand up to shade his eyes from the glare of the lights, and searched the crowd. There. Third row on the left. Dead center. A beautiful woman in a red-t-shirt. Brown hair, blue eyes. She looked oddly familiar. No, it couldn't be HER. Kozlov thought. A memory of Wrestlemania came back to him. Of a beautiful woman in a blue dress. She had won that fan contest. Her name had been Jacki. He had made love to her in the locker room that night after the show. He had heard later on that every man on the roster had been with her, including old Vince himself, but Kozlov didn't think anyone had enjoyed it more than he himself had. He took another look, sure it couldn't be her, but then she smiled at him and nodded as if reading his thoughts. The woman took a small piece of paper from her purse and gently tossed it down to him. He caught it in midair and put it in the pocket of his robe. Then Kozlov made his way back towards the locker room. After letting the trainer tend to his wounds, Kozlov showered and changed into his street clothes. As he was folding up his ring gear to put them into his bag, he felt something in the pocket of his robe. The note. He drew it out and unfolded it. His eyes widened as he read the first line: My dearest Kozlov, I was hoping to see you again. I will be here in town for three weeks for Christmas. I would very much like to see you again. My hotel room number is on the back. I'm staying at the Best Western Inn there by the river. Yours always, Jacki. The note was lightly scented with perfume. Kozlov was quite sure it was the same perfume she had wore the night he met her. Wasting no time, he grabbed up his things and raced out to the parking lot. Back at his own hotel, Kozlov went up to his room and put his bag down on a chair. Taking a good look in the mirror, he supposed he should change his clothes. The plain sweater and faded jeans he was wearing were alright for just lounging around in, but for a spending a night with a beautiful woman, they just wouldn't do. Opening the closet door, he took down the suit he had brought with him. Stripping off the clothes he had on, he dressed himself in his best suit and tie. Shoes. Where did he put his dress shoes? Kozlov thought. Swearing to himself, he bent down and searched the closet floor. There in a corner was the box his shoes were in. After putting them on, he walked into the bathroom. Kozlov turned on the light over the sink and studied his face in the mirror. The four stitches over his left eye didn't look very well, but they couldn't be helped. He ran a hand over his cheek. Nope, didn't need to shave. He checked his teeth in the mirror. Little bit bloody looking. He supposed he must have bit his tongue or something during the match. He brushed them until they shone white. Kozlov then slapped on a bit of cologne and combed his hair. After making himself look nice, Kozlov made his way back to the parking lot, climbed into his rental car and drove into the night. Meanwhile, back at the Best Western, in room 20; Jacki Demchak was also getting ready. She didn't know for sure if Kozlov would show, but figured it couldn't hurt to prepare herself if he did. If he didn't show, she could always just head out on the town for herself. After a quick shower, Jacki dressed in a lacy black negligee with matching stockings and panties. On her feet were marabou slippers with kitten heels. A filmy black silk robe lay draped over a chair. She slipped it on and then sprayed on perfume. Her long, brown hair lay softly on her shoulders and curled upwards. She wore no makeup, letting her natural beauty shine through. Nervously, Jacki paced back and forth across the carpeted floor. When a knock sounded at the door, she jumped in surprise. Wiping her damp hands against her hips, Jacki crossed the room and opened the door. There was Vladimir Kozlov. The man that had haunted many a dream of hers since his debut on Friday Night Smackdown. Jacki's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. Instead of his usual red and white ring gear or the jeans and t-shirt she usually saw him in; Kozlov was wearing a very nice black suit with a white silk shirt and blue tie. Jacki was not a proper judge of menswear, but she imagined that the price of that suit would equal the price of at least two month's worth of groceries. She sniffed the air delicately. His cologne was nice too. Rich and musky with a hint of some exotic spice. In his hands, he carried a perfect, long stem red rose. Now while Jacki was appraising Koslov, Koslov was getting quite an eyeful of her. His brown eyes travelled over her body hungrily, and he had to restrain himself from just throwing her onto the bed and ripping that negligee off. "Vladimir! I'm so glad to see you! Please come in!" Jacki spoke and moved back into the room to let him enter. "Thanks. I brought you this." Kozlov said as he handed her the rose. Jacki filled a glass with water and placed the rose inside. Then she walked over to a small refrigerator and opened it. "Wine Vladimir?" "Please." Jacki pulled out the bottle of wine she had purchased earlier that day and opened it. On a small end table were two wine glasses. She poured the wine and handed Kozlov a glass before taking the other one herself. For awhile, neither of them spoke. They gazed softly into each other's eyes as they sipped the wine. When their glasses were empty, Jacki set them down on the table and gently took Kozlov's hand. She led him over to the side of the bed. "Now?" Kozlov asked. "Sure. Why do you think I asked you here?" Jacki said with a sly smile. She pulled the covers back and then stepped lightly into his arms. Jacki tilted her face up towards him. Kozlov took a deep breath, and kissed her full on the mouth. As his tongue slowly traced her lips, Jacki felt her knees go weak. She clutched at his back to keep her balance. While he was kissing her, one of Kozlov's hands were tangled in those soft, luxurious curls while the other hand was tracing the curve of her body from the back of her neck down to her firm, round backside. Finally Jacki broke the kiss. "Bed!" "Now!" She panted. There was a blazing look in her eyes. With one smooth move, Kozlov scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. Gently he laid her down and began to undress her. The slippers were tossed across the room and the silk and lace lingerie melted away from her body like summer snowflakes. When she lay before him in all her radiant glory, Kozlov wasted no time in stripping off his own clothes. The expensive suit soon lay crumpled in a pile on the floor next to the wastebasket. Jumping into the bed next to Jacki, he turned toward her and took her in his arms once more. While he covered her face, and neck with kisses, his hands roamed around her body until they found her breasts. Kozlov lowered his head and fastened his lips on a nipple. His tongue slipped back and forth in the slow and lazy way he knew she liked. Jacki let out a moan of satisfaction and inched closer. As he suckled, Kozlov slipped a hand between her legs. Proof of his success was starting to show. Slipping a finger into her slit, he found she was wetter than rain. After withdrawing his hands and mouth, Kozlov gently pushed Jacki back onto the bed. When she was flat on her back, he parted her legs and knelt between them. Ever so slowly and carefully, he parted her pussy lips to expose the pink flesh within. He paused for a moment to admire this beautiful sight. Her pearl standing alert in response to the cool breeze. The warm, snug opening of her vagina. He could see clear fluid trickling from the opening already. The sweet, musky scent of her rose up and he could no longer hold back. Kozlov lowered his head and began to lick. His soft tongue twirled around her clit, then darted into that sweet opening. Up and down, all over, his tongue went. Jacki began to squirm around on the bed. The first of many orgasms was boiling in her loins. When Kozlov slipped a finger in her and began to rub her G-spot while he sucked on her clit, that sent her over the edge. Sweet pussy cum gushed out and covered his hand. Kozlov loved it when that happened. He lapped it up frantically while his finger pumped in and out of her. As much as Jacki loved getting eaten like this, she wanted more. She could feel Kozlov's dick growing hard against her leg and she wanted it inside her. "Please, put it in me." She moaned. Kozlov wasted no time. He snatched up his pants from the floor and took out the roll of condoms he brought with him. He tore one open and rolled it on. Soon he was slipping into that warm sweetness. He'd almost forgot how nice and tight she was. The walls of her vagina were squeezing his dick in the most delightful way. More than once he had to hold himself back panting, before going again. He didn't want to lose control and cum too soon. It was magical for Jacki as well. Orgasm after orgasm shot through her body like warm, electric currents. With each one, her body shuddered violently and juices squirted from her opening to puddle on the mattress. At one point, she had to put her fist into her mouth and bite down upon it to keep from shrieking. Finally, Kozlov could restrain his passion no longer. With one last mighty thrust, he came. Growling out a string of Russian swears with her name mixed in as he did so. Sweating, and trying hard to catch his breath, he collapsed on top of her. His body shuddering from the force of his climax. Jacki gently stroked the damp hair off his forehead and kissed his cheek. Sometime before sleep claimed them, Jacki heard a voice murmur, "I love you." From Russia, With Love Svetlana Peroskova was trembling as she stepped off the plane. To say she was nervous would be stating her condition mildly. She had never been further than 50 miles from her home her whole life, let alone out of Russia. Now she was in the United States, about to meet the man she had never met but promised to marry. A slender, petite woman with long brown hair, Svetlana's dark, expressive eyes took in everything around her as she walked up through the gate into the terminal. Her face was apprehensive as she clutched her bag to her and searched the moving crowd for something. Finally she saw the card held high above the crowd with her name on it. As the crowd parted, she saw the face she had only seen on a poorly reproduced internet photo. Phillip Bennett was just an ordinary guy who had given up looking for the perfect woman to share his life. He was a good man with a good income. He believed women were to be treated with respect and gentleness. He never had a problem attracting women, but none of the women he had ever dated seemed to appreciate what he had to offer. All he wanted to do was find a woman he could love who didn't mind being treated like a queen and raise a family with her. Phillip held up the cardboard with Svetlana's name on it as he searched the stream of deplaning passengers until he saw the woman he was looking for. He pushed through the crowd toward her, hoping she would see him quickly. He knew she would be nervous. He saw her look his way as the crowd parted. For a moment she looked like a frightened, lost child, then her face brightened as she recognized him. He smiled as she began walking toward him. Svetlana was delighted to see that Phillip was even more handsome than his photograph had shown. His deep blue eyes were friendly and welcoming. She went from relief at her first sight of him to doubting he would think she was pretty. She smiled tentatively as he approached. Neither of them was exactly sure what to say to each other past hello. Phillip reached for the bag Svetlana was still clutching tightly to her. She let him take it from her and took the flowers he'd brought. She looked up at him and shyly said, "Thank you." They stood and stared at each other for a long moment, then Phillip held out his arm. "Let's go get the rest of your things and then we can go home." Home. The word struck somewhere deep inside Svetlana. This new place would be her home from now on. She might not ever see her homeland again. She would live with this man she had only just now met for the first time. Her eyes filled with tired tears that she tried vainly to keep from spilling down her cheeks. She was too exhausted from traveling to hold them back, and they cascaded down her face in a sudden torrent. "I'm so... sorry," she sobbed as she turned away from Phillip. "Svetlana..." Phillip began helplessly. He wasn't sure what to do. Would she be offended if he put his arm around her? She was going to be his wife, of course he should put his arm around her. He reached around her to draw her close, and Svetlana buried her face in his shoulder. He held her and stroked her hair as the other passengers coursed around them, until finally her sobbing ceased. Phillip fished his handkerchief out of his pocket and held it out to her. She lifted her head off his chest and wiped her face. She stepped back as she regained her composure a little. "I am sorry," she looked up at Phillip. "I do not usually cry like that." "I understand completely," he told her soothingly, "don't worry, I'll take you home and you'll feel better after you have some rest and get settled in." When they got to his home (her home too now, she had to remind herself) Svetlana was surprised and relieved to find he had made a separate bedroom ready for her. Even though they had discussed it, she had been worried he would want her to share his bed right away. Phillip was a perfect gentleman that evening. He showed her to her room, and while she was bathing he put her clothes in the closet and fixed a little supper. They sat and talked afterward over a glass of wine. He coaxed her to tell him about her home and family and the town she grew up in. Before they realized it was already past midnight. Phillip left her at her door with a kiss on her forehead and a wish for sweet dreams. Svetlana was grateful Phillip made no demands on her that first night. She was also glad he was as sweet and kind the next day and night as the first. Phillip took her into the city and showed her around. By the third night, he had still not asked for more than a quick hug as he left her at her door. She laid in her bed that night wondering if he found her attractive at all. Any man who found her attractive surely would have at least desired a kiss. Did he still want to marry her? Phillip lay in his bed thinking how lucky he was. He didn't want to blow this. Svetlana was beautiful and intelligent and funny. She was the most incredible woman he had ever met. He had dated many, but none of them had sparked the feelings he'd had about Svetlana since the moment he held her at the airport. He wanted to go into her room that minute and sweep her into his arms, but he didn't want to rush her. He knew all these new experiences could easily overwhelm her. A few more days went by in much the same fashion. Phillip stayed with Svetlana every day. He showed her the surrounding area and took her shopping. He delighted in buying her whatever she liked, even though she protested frequently that he shouldn't. He took her to dinner at his favorite restaurant, and to an intimate club to listen to some jazz. Each night would end the same way, with a gentle hug and a kiss on the forehead in the hall outside Svetlana's room. Phillip had thought to find a woman compatible with him, and hoped they could develop real affection, but he knew he was in love with Svetlana. It couldn't be anything else. Her smile, her laugh, her sweet voice was first in his mind each morning when he woke. His only desire was to make her happy. He would give everything he had to have her feel the same way about him. Svetlana began to wonder if it had all been a mistake. She had first signed up for the internet matchmaking service on a dare from a friend. Another man had also written to her, but once Phillip had written his sweet letter, he was the one she had answered. Everything he had said made her believe he was a good man, and she knew life in the United States would be better for the children she had always dreamed of having. He had indicated physical expression of love and affection was important to him, but he hadn't even tried to kiss her decently. There could only be one reason for it. Phillip did not find her desirable. Distraught over the idea, Svetlana tossed and turned half the night before settling into an exhausted sleep. Phillip was tossing and turning in his own bed that night. He wasn't sure if he could hold out another day. A little hug was all he dared give Svetlana. If he gave her more he was sure he would not be able to stop, and he had promised himself he would give her some time. He wanted everything to feel right for both of them. He was hoping to develop some real affection between them before they took the next step. He didn't think a week was enough time. Phillip sat up in bed and looked around. The night shadows looked especially strange as they shifted across his floor with the windblown trees. He got up and went to the kitchen for a drink of water. When he came back he could see a dim glow through the partly open door to Svetlana's room. He tapped lightly on the door. "Come in," she invited him. Phillip walked in and was astonished to see Svetlana reclining naked on the bed. He caught his breath at her beauty. Her long, brown hair flowed across the white pillowcase and lay in a tangle about her shoulders. The smile on her face was warm with desire. Her breasts were small and nicely rounded, the skin around her erect nipples crinkling with her arousal. He was speechless as he watched her cup her breasts in her hands and roll her nipples between her fingers. "Don't you want me?" she purred at him as she squirmed on the bed. She slid a hand down into the light brown fuzz that covered her pubic mound and he could see the wetness that was already gathering there. Phillip couldn't believe his eyes and ears. He had been worried about seducing her! He covered the distance to the bed in two long strides and swept her into his arms. She melted into them and turned her face up to receive his kiss. "Oh Svetlana, I have yearned for this moment," Phillip groaned and then crushed her to him, his lips seeking hers for an answer to his passion. Their tongues twisted around each other, their mouths molten, their bodies threatening to become an inferno. "Phillip, I need you," she whispered. Her breath quickened as his hand sought her breast, grazing her nipple with his thumb. His other hand slipped down to her dark, downy nest and into the moisture in its midst. He could feel her need in her response. She pulled him down onto the pillows with her, her legs opening to let him settle between them. His cock rested against her ready passage, her outer folds already open to him. One thrust and he would be nestled snugly within her womanly depths... Phillip woke with a groan. He wished he could go back to sleep, but he was stiff and throbbing from his dream of Svetlana. As he laid there and thought what it would be like when she shared his bed Phillip sought relief. He was so aroused by his imaginings of her. He wrapped his fingers around his hardness and began stroking, squeezing the length of his shaft, his thoughts of his beautiful bride to be. As he got close he pumped faster, until suddenly he was there and he softly groaned Svetlana's name. His cum splashed out on his belly and the sheet beside him. He grabbed a towel off the floor and wiped up the mess, then lay there thinking about her velvety soft skin until finally he drifted off to sleep. The next day Svetlana stayed in her room late. She accepted some coffee through the door and told him she would be out later. She didn't come out until shortly after noon. She was quiet, and Phillip could tell something was wrong. She had been crying. "What is it?" he asked her, concerned. "She must not like it here," he thought, "or maybe it's me she doesn't like." She looked at the floor. "It is nothing," she said. " I think I am just missing my home today. My old home." She looked at him sadly. "I'm sure I will feel better later." Phillip left her home alone for the first time later that afternoon. He told her he would be gone a couple of hours. He didn't want to leave her alone when she felt bad, but he needed time to do a few things alone. She would be feeling better later, he would see to it. Phillip returned home less than two hours later. Svetlana smiled when she heard his key in the door and hurried to greet him. Phillip sniffed the air. "That smells great!" he said to Svetlana, "Is that bread?" She smiled modestly. I made some bread, and the other smell is your supper in the oven. I have been paying attention." Phillip walked into the kitchen and saw two golden brown loaves of bread cooling on a rack on the counter. He walked over and inhaled their aroma deeply. He peeked in the oven and saw a roast with potatoes and carrots simmering under the glass domed pan. Phillip turned around with a happy sigh and looked gratefully at Svetlana. "Thank you," he told her as he held her dark eyes with his. "It delights me that you remembered my favorite foods." As Svetlana set the table Phillip brought in his purchases. She was bent over the oven and did not see him until she turned around. She clapped her hands to her mouth in delight at the armful of red roses he was holding. He helped put them in water and then carved up the roast. Phillip sampled a bite when they sat down, then lifted his wine glass to her. "To your first American cooking," he toasted her. Svetlana picked up her glass. "To your first try of my cooking, I hope you like it." She drank from the glass and went to put it back, but she heard a small clink as she set it down. She looked down where her glass had been and there was a small circle of gold. Phillip picked up the ring and held it out to her as he bent on one knee. "Svetlana, I know you came here because we planned on getting married, but I want to ask you the right way. Will you be my wife?" Svetlana held her hand out so he could slip the ring on. It slid onto her finger perfectly. "Yes," she breathed, and Phillip smiled at her. Phillip reached up and pulled her closer to him until their faces were inches apart. "Svetlana, I have been trying to give you time to adjust. I can still be patient, but I need so badly to kiss you." Phillip had been right about one thing. Kissing Svetlana was like opening a floodgate. She just kept kissing and kissing and kissing him until HIS head was spinning. When her hand crept up his thigh, he thought he would lose it right there. He grabbed her hand when she brushed against his growing bulge. "Svetlana," he groaned, "I am only a man..." "And I am a woman," she answered him and put her other hand on his erection. "It is all right to treat me like one." Phillip stood up and pulled her from her chair. She melted into his arms and they joined for a lingering kiss, the passion building within them setting fire to their lips. Tongues entwined, they began fumbling with each other's buttons, their haste making their fingers clumsy. Phillip pulled back to gaze at her. He could not believe the look in Svetlana's eyes. He could tell she really wanted him, but there was more. Could that be love shining from those beautiful brown pools? He shivered at the hopeful thought, then kissed her again thoroughly. They somehow made their way to his room, their hands pushing clothes aside as they went. Their clothes strewn down the hall, they moved as one unit, their lips fused. At last he had her in his bed, her bare skin pale in the light of the bedside lamp. His hands traveled over her, gliding over her silken skin, his caress pure heat. Svetlana moaned and pressed into Phillip's hands. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she entwined her hands in his hair as he kneaded her breasts. He couldn't get enough of the feel of her rising nipples under his fingertips, the taut buds becoming harder under his ministrations. She let her hands flow down over his neck and shoulders, down the light covering of hair on his muscular chest. She paused with her fingers splayed across his chest to look up at him, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. "I dreamed last night of this moment," Svetlana whispered to him. "I dreamed that you came into my room and took me into your arms and were about to make love to me. I dared to hope it would come true." Phillip drew back and looked at her in amazement. "I had the same dream!" he exclaimed. He could not imagine how it could be possible. "Then surely we are destined to be," Svetlana stated, her voice clear and happy. She pressed her lips to his and Phillip lost himself in her embrace. Her skin was warm and soft against his. The round swell of her breasts against his chest made him want to lower his mouth and suckle at them. He bent and flicked his tongue across one of her rosy nipples, then the other. Svetlana arched her back as he opened his mouth around her breast and sucked it in. His mouth holding its suction against her skin, Phillip pulled his head slowly back until only her nipple was between his lips, then teased the sensitive tip with his tongue. "Oh..." Svetlana sighed as Phillip moved to her other breast. The feelings he was arousing in her were unlike any she had ever experienced. She'd had boyfriends, but none of them had made love to her like this. Their advances had been ardent, but their techniques clumsy. Most had been solely after their own gratification. Even the one who had tried to please her had never aroused this kind of passion in her. Her nipples swollen and reddened by his attentions, all Svetlana could do as Phillip continued his assault with his lips and tongue was keep her fingers wrapped through his hair and let him have his fill of her. "Yes, oh, yes..." Svetlana was moaning at the delicious torment he was taking her through. Every swipe of his tongue was a jolt to her nether regions. Phillip released her breast from his mouth and kissed her thoroughly once more before moving lower. He pulled her outer petals apart and stared for a long moment at the flower that lay before him. She had the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. Dark pink and moist, it was too much temptation for him. He trailed his tongue up the center of her slit and rolled it up and over her clit. Svetlana gasped as he made contact with the sensitive nub. Phillip responded by closing his mouth over her mound and sucking her flesh gently between his teeth. She reached down and put her hands on his head as he flicked over her clit with the tip of his tongue. With very light, quick strokes he brought her to the brink of orgasm. As she pressed her hips upward he moved lower, sliding his tongue into her and eliciting another soft moan. Phillip teased up both sides of her inner thighs, making Svetlana writhe and moan as he gently sucked her outer lips into his mouth. He moved from side to side, wriggling his tongue back and forth and into her just a little as he switched sides. He wrapped his hands tightly around her thighs to hold her still as he lightly nipped at her soft folds. His warm, soothing tongue laved each little spot his teeth had tugged as he released her soft flesh from his love bite. As Svetlana pushed her hips toward him, Phillip brought a hand around and began to tease at her wet portal with his finger. He moved his finger in small circles, rimming her pussy until she murmured her need to him. He slowly slid his finger into her and massaged her g spot. As he eased his finger in and out of her, Phillip slowly worked his way up around her clit. He added another finger in her pussy as he circled her little button with his tongue. Svetlana whimpered at the sensations building within her and clutched at Phillip's hair, trying to pull him closer to her little bundle of tingling nerves. Finally Phillip made another pass over her clit with his tongue. Hearing a loud moan from Svetlana he flicked his tongue lightly over her protruding nub again and again. She began to steadily thrust her hips upward into his mouth as he worked her clit. He alternated between flicks of his pointed tongue and sucking at her now engorged sex organ. Svetlana exclaimed, "Oh! Oh! Oh..." and suddenly was bucking uncontrollably, her hands clutching at the air. She cried out over and over as Phillip softly stroked her sensitive clit, causing her spasms to become more intense. Finally she pushed at him. "Please! I can't..." she trailed off as he lifted his head to look up at her. He could see her whole body was trembling, even as her soaking pussy still spasmed around his fingers. She met his eyes and said again, "Please." Phillip rose to his knees between Svetlana's legs. His cock was stiff, already leaking pre cum as it hung there between them. He leaned down and grasped his swollen member in his hand and teased it against her skin, moving the head of his cock up and down the length of her slit until she groaned and pulled at him. Phillip looked into her eyes. He shivered at the intensity of her need to have him inside her. It was as great as his to feel her velvety inner walls caress the length of his shaft. He moved so that he was positioned against her slipperiness, poised to enter heaven... Phillip tried to go slowly but Svetlana was so wet from his tonguing he was unable to hold back. From Russia, With Love Svetlana rose to meet him so that their joining was completed in one swift move. Phillip let out a surprised breath as he slid into her so deeply and bumped against her womb. He pulled back until he was barely inside her then thrust deeply again as she moved to meet him. Svetlana was thrusting herself upward to meet Phillip's every stroke into her. He was pushing as hard into her as he could. He couldn't believe her passionate responses to him. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands clutching at his back as if to seek a hold there. Her fingers pressed into his skin harder each time he drove himself into the slippery tightness that held his cock so wonderfully. Phillip finally slowed his frenzied assault and slid from within her heated depths. He pulled Svetlana's legs up until her breasts were pinned under her thighs. She grasped her legs just above her knees and held them against her body. He pressed his cock against her and it immediately disappeared inside her warm, wet tunnel. He put his hands upon the top of his massive headboard and began stroking in and out of her. He moved as if determined to thoroughly probe every inch of her inviting wetness. Svetlana could feel another orgasm building in her as Phillip repeatedly bumped against her sensitive clit. "Phillip!" She cried out as her body began to shudder and quake. He kept pounding against her as she spasmed beneath him. She let go of her legs and wrapped them around his back, drawing herself up to him with every thrust. The air was filled with the wet sounds of their coupling, their pants and moans as they mated. Her cries mixed with his groans, creating a joyful symphony for them both as they neared the pinnacle of their joining. Sweat beaded and dripped from Phillip's brow to splash upon Svetlana's breasts as he continued his relentless tempo, driving into her without pause. She met his every stroke by pulling herself up to him, her feet linked behind his back. Phillip could feel his balls drawing up, his cum building, ready to fill her with his seed. Svetlana could feel him swelling inside her. He groaned loudly as his body was consumed by his release. She met her lover's blue eyes as the first jet of his climax erupted within her depths. She wrapped her legs tighter and pulled him snug against her as her own muscles exploded. As his body rocked against her, she writhed against him, their orgasms continuing to roll through their bodies. They lay together, still linked, until their breathing returned to normal. Svetlana was the first to speak. "Oh, Phillip," she sighed, "I love you. I am so glad you want me." Phillip's eyes opened wide at her words. "Svetlana, I so much more than want you. I loved you from the moment I held you in my arms at the airport." He kissed her lips tenderly and brushed her hair from her face. "I love you," he repeated, and kissed her again, long and loving. Phillip and Svetlana were married the following week in a small courthouse ceremony. Phillip's parents weren't able to make the wedding, but they were there a few weeks later when Svetlana shyly announced they would be grandparents before the year was out. From Russia, With Love The screech of the trains brakes as it called at the station awoke Aydin from her fretful sleep. She blinked a few times and glanced out the window, wiping away the steam her warm body had created on the cool glass. She glanced at the sign at the station outside. Minsk, Belarus. She was a little over three quarters into her trip – from Berlin to Moscow. A draft from outside was dramatically cooling the cabin, and Aydin felt her nipples harden against the lace bra she had on. She looked away from the sign and down at her chest, suddenly self-conscious. Her nipples were clearly visible, straining against the thin silk of her blouse. 'Ooh, I'd give anything to have them sucked.' She thought to herself, shifting in her seat, suddenly aware of the dull pulsing between her thighs. Aydin was a freelance journalist and photographer, long train rides were just part of the territory, but they always had a way of making her incredibly horny. Maybe it was the way strangers on trains size each other up. Glancing at one another's bodies, undressing each other with their eyes. Aydin smiled to herself after this thought. 'Maybe I'm the only one that does that.' Aydin needed to clear her head, she stood up and made toward the snack bar. She was dressed in a tight red silk blouse and a short black cotton skirt that rode barely below her rounded ass, she had the typical hour-glass figure. Firm perky breasts, a small fit waist that rounded into curvy hips. Her whole body was toned, from long hours hiking into unknown territory on assignment. Her long silky black hair was tied at the nape of her neck, spilling into loose curls down the center of her back. She had perfectly pale skin, and was meticulous about how she appeared. Her entire body was hairless except the hair on her head and carefully curved eyebrows. These eyebrows framed her large dark brown eyes perfectly. Her high cheekbones were accentuated with a little blush and her full lips had a layer of deep red lipstick. Aydins overall appearance was one that was sexy yet sophisticated and commanding. When she returned to her seat with the German newspaper Süddeutsche Zeitung she noticed the entire car had emptied out at the last station. Aydin purposely chose to sit in the last seat of the last carriage. The seats by the doors were always more spacious, and being in the last carriage meant less foot traffic, so she could potentially get work done without much distraction. Noticing her isolation, Aydins heart began to race a little. She always packs a small vibrator, essential for passing lonely nights in foreign hotel rooms. She almost moaned aloud when she thought of the vibrator pressing against her clit. She sat down facing the emptiness of the carriage and dug the vibrator out of her luggage, intent on bringing herself to several earth shattering orgasms before the train arrived at the next station, Smolensk, Russia. She covered herself with a small thin blanket and spread her legs. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed, since it was nearly 2am. Only running lights and an overhead light in the seat across the aisle illuminated her body. Her hand playfully glided across her stomach to the metal clasp at the front of her skirt. She unhooked it, and slid her hand slowly down. Her fingers rubbed her bald mound in circles gently, feeling the lace of her underwear brush against her skin, rubbing lightly across her swollen clit. The catch of lace on the most sensitive part of her body shot waves of heat and electricity down Aydins legs. She inhaled quickly and licked her lips, parting them slightly and settling back against her chair. She closed her eyes and slid her hand under the lace panties, her fingers were wet within seconds, sliding between her folds. She slid two fingers inside her hot wetness and started brushing her clit back and forth with her thumb. The sensation made her raise her hips up against her own hand, she had to muffle a moan that escaped her lips. Suddenly a noise jolted her attention. Her eyes flashed open and she saw a figure standing in the doorway. She froze immediately, wondering how much he had seen. The figure took a step forward, he was tall, with an athletic build. In the dim light Aydin could make out he was professionally dressed, in a well fitting blue shirt and black slacks. He had something in his hand. Aydins heart skipped a beat when she realized it was a conductors hat. The figure turned around, and Aydin sighed in a mixture of disappointment, relief and embarrassment, thinking the man was going leave. Instead she heard a sharp click – the sound of a door being locked. She watched the man reach up and pull the window shutter on the door down and then slowly turn back. He stepped forward again, casually walking toward Aydin. Her heart was racing, half due to the intense pleasure she had just been giving herself, and half due to a combination of fear and excitement. As the man came closer she could see the prominent bulge in his pants. Aydin let out a shallow gasp, measuring him up, she couldn't help but imagine how good a long hard cock would feel pulsing inside her pussy. She realized he had obviously seen enough to start an erection. The man coyly said something to Aydin in Russian. The language was harsh, often invoked fear, and was incredibly dominating. Aydin got a chill from hearing him. She knew little to no Russian, and was only going to survive in Moscow with the help of an interpreter. "Ya ne gava'ryu pa-'ruski." She answered she didn't speak Russian. The man laughed slowly, and continued toward her, smiling. Aydins eyes were wide, she didn't know what to expect – but she was getting more and more turned on as the man got closer. He reached her seat and sat down across from her. The man reached out and slowly pulled the blanket aside. Aydin was speechless, not only from the apparent language barrier, but because the situation was so exciting. She could have easily addressed him in English, or German, but decided against it. When she realized he was most likely not going to hurt her, she relaxed and decided to play the game. With her eyes obviously on the bulge between the Russian mans legs, Aydin slowly began unbuttoning her blouse, her breasts were firmly pushed together and barely covered by the thin lace. The man let out a low growl of approval as his intense icy blue eyes focused on her chest. Aydin leaned forward slightly, she licked her lips and watched the mans expression as she finished unbuttoning and pulled the shirt open. Her fingertips rubbed against each nipple and her hands instinctively grasped her breasts. The man didn't make a move, but let Aydin continue. She stood up, positioning the mans eyeline directly between her legs. His breath was starting to quicken, and the bulge growing even more obvious. Aydin turned around and bent slightly, pushing the skirt down and off her ass, letting it fall to the floor. The sight of her boy-short lace panties riding high on her asscheeks and her moist pussy lips visible from behind was too much for the man to take. He stood up and slid one hand up between her legs while he unbuckled his belt with the other. His fingers worked under the lace and plunged deep into Aydins pussy. She was holding the back of the chair with one knee resting on it. She started to moan as the mans fingers picked up intensity. She looked behind her to see he had dropped his pants to the floor, his cock was throbbing and perfectly erect, reaching his belly button. He leaned against Aydins back and whispered something in Russian in her ear, while biting her neck softly. She groaned and pushed her panties off her hips. Suddenly the man roughly turned her around, he was sitting down stroking his massive cock with one hand, and continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of Aydins pussy with the other. Aydin grabbed the mans shoulders, unable to stand from the intense pleasure he was giving her with his fingers. He slowly moved the hand that was buried inside her forward, pulling her toward his face. His mischievous blue eyes looked up at her before he pressed his lips against her smooth shaved mound. Aydin moaned, running her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. He was obviously a good ten years older than she was. This only excited her more. His tongue quickly found her clit, licking it slowly at first in deliberate strokes. His fingers brushed against her g-spot deep inside her pussy, making her legs shake. He gently scraped his teeth across her clit, the mixture of pleasure and pain so intense Aydins head was swimming. She pulled his head in closer, moaning each time his tongue touched her sensitive clit. Waves of heat were shooting across her thighs and down her legs. She felt her orgasm approaching, and he did as well because he grabbed her ass and pulled her hard against his face, sucking, licking and drinking in everything she had while wildly pumping his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. Aydin screamed as the orgasm hit her, wave after wave of pleasure making her skin tingle. She shook and held his head close as he continued to lick, bringing her down slowly. The man pulled away and studied her body, his cock still rock hard. He grabbed Aydins thighs and pulled her forward into his lap, his cock rubbing against her dripping, pulsing pussy. He moaned as Aydin instinctively rocked her hips, gasping and shaking every time the head of his cock came in contact with her painfully sensitive clit. He grabbed her hips and started guiding her, pulling her toward him hard, almost violently. Aydin wanted the man to tongue her nipples like he did her clit, she hastily pulled down her bra. The man let out a deep groan and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He held it between his teeth and quickly flicked the it with his tongue. Aydin moaned and rubbed the breast he wasn't sucking. The man lifted Aydins hips and positioned his cock between her swollen pink pussy lips. He looked her in the eyes as the head of his cock throbbed against her skin. He rubbed it against the smooth wet lips. Slowly Aydin lowered her hips, feeling his huge pulsing cock strain against her tight walls. He put his head back and moaned as the length of his huge cock was surrounded by Aydins dripping hot smooth pussy. Aydin started to rock, loving how full she was. The mans cock was thrusting hard into her pussy, she could feel every pulse of his massive erection. He grabbed her hips and started to push her down harder, until she was franticly riding his massive cock. She could feel another orgasm approaching. Her pussy walls started to grip him harder, and he moaned and thrust his hips up, meeting hers. Suddenly he pulled her off and roughly turned her around, bending her over completely. The man stood up and grabbed the vibrator Aydin had left lying on the seat. He turned it on high and shoved it quick and hard into Aydins pussy from behind. She cried out in pain and pleasure as the vibrations shook her pussy. The man positioned his hard wet cock against her ass and with one swift move thrust inside the tight hole. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly, holding her hips. Aydins eyes watered and she cried out again. The man slowly bent over and kissed her neck, whispering in her ear. The pain dulled, only to be replaced by an intense pleasure Aydin had never experienced in her life. She was bent over, holding the back of the seat, her pussy filled with a vibrator and her ass filled with an enormous cock. The man could feel the vibration through the thin walls inside her, and her ass was clamping down against his pulsing cock. His fingers found her clit and started rubbing it, while holding the vibrator deep inside her with the other hand he started to fuck her ass. Aydin started to moan wildly, meeting every thrust he took into her tight hole. The man started to groan, the tightness of her virgin ass and the vibration too much to take. He started to lose control, fucking her faster, thrusting into her body and moaning phrases in Russian she didn't understand. Aydin started to moan, telling the man she was coming over and over. He growled deeply in response and thrust the vibrator deeper inside. As he did it pressed harder against his own cock. He grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled his cock almost all the way from her ass before thrusting it back deep inside, pulling her ass violently against him as he exploded deep inside her. He moaned loudly as he felt himself release against Aydin, she felt her pussy spasm wildly, screaming and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. The man pulled out of her and shut off the vibrator. She turned around and collapsed into the seat, her skin moist with sweat. As her heart slowed she watched the man. He was sitting in the seat, casually stroking his cock, looking at Aydins gorgeous naked body. Aydin gasped as she watched his massive cock start to harden again in his hand. Her lower stomach started to flutter again, as she realized the journey had nine hours left.