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K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Coming To America - Part ONE
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Coming to America
by Kristen
-= Chapter 1 =-
The Flight
Tatiana Nicholova Primikov stood in sub-zero weather
outside the terminal building of Zukov regional
airport, waiting. Wrapped in furs, the young woman was
stamping her feet in an effort to keep them warm when
a silver Lear Jet screamed into view, high over the
Keroz forest. She watched it circle the field once,
then swoop down for a smooth landing.
She looked composed and elegant standing there, but
anyone who could see below the surface would have found
a nervous little girl, shivering in mingled fear and
excitement.
Watching the man alight from the plane, the events of
the past two weeks raced through her mind in a confused
jumble. Nikki (her family had always called her that)
still couldn't believe she was on her way to America.
Who could have ever thought such a thing could happen?
She certainly could not have done.
It had all started when her father suggested that she
apply for the job of modeling the new Krackoff Group
uniform for the company magazine. She had done so, and
defeated many other young women to win the assignment.
Somehow a rich American from a big New York modeling
agency had seen her pictures in the magazine, and he
wanted her. Things moved fast after that.
Her father came and told her that she had been offered
a job in America, and that she would make a lot of
money.
The family had always been poor, especially now that
the Krackoff Group was owned by some shady investment
company based in faraway Moscow (or so her father
thought). Her family encouraged her to take this
wonderful opportunity, and Nikki couldn't refuse, could
she?
The man who had emerged from the Learjet looked round
him. What he saw was a rustic village in a white land-
scape, and a ramshackle building that must be the
airport control building.
He'd been in the air almost continuously for more than
forty hours and was tired as hell. When he'd received
a call from the company president to go to Russia and
pick up the company's new asset, he hadn't been too
happy about it. He'd had plans to take his latest
conquest to a nice little hideaway in a small New
England hamlet, and this trip was a huge inconvenience.
He couldn't see what all the fuss was about, anyway.
Pretty girls were a dime a dozen in the fashion world.
However, he hadn't been given a choice; it was do it
or get his ass canned.
Stepping into the biting cold of the Russian winter,
he noticed the woman standing alone outside the build-
ing and walked briskly in her direction. As he came
nearer, virtually all he could see was a big fur coat,
and steam from the woman's breath emerging into the
frozen air from under a large furry hat.
He looked around and saw no one else, so he asked, "Are
you Ms. Primikov?"
Nikki was too nervous to do more than nod her head. He
looked around the field again, thinking that there must
surely be more than just the one woman to meet him,
then asked: "Where is everybody? Aren't your folks
going to see you off?"
Nikki had studied English in school from a very early
age, hoping to become an interpreter some day (it was
one of the best ways to get to a big city) and she
understood the man, in spite of his funny accent.
"It is a work day, sir, and both my mother and father
have to work at the foundry. They wished to see me off,
but the director would not give them leave."
"So you're here all on your own?" The man still looked
as if he expected someone else to pop out from behind
a snowdrift.
"Yes sir." Nikki wasn't sure what to do next, and just
waited for the man to tell her.
"Okay, well let's get going then. Where's your luggage?"
"Here, sir." Nikki reached behind her to a rack bolted
to the rustic building and lifted a duffel bag to her
shoulder.
"Let me take that. C'mon, let's get going. I'm freezing
out here." Without another word the man turned and
started to walk briskly toward the plane. Nikki fol-
lowed, looking around the field as she walked.
Zukov was the only home she'd ever known, and even
though it was every young woman's dream to leave for
the big city, she was sad to go. Nevertheless, she
followed the man obediently to the plane.
As they climbed the three steps to the doorway, she
turned around to look one last time. She took a deep
breath, taking in all the smells of home. Then, with
a sigh, she turned and stepped into the shiny airplane.
The man showed her where to sit, and the pilot closed
the door and went into the small instrument cabin,
leaving the two of them alone as the only passengers.
It wasn't more than a few moments before they were
airborne, and Nikki was looking down in wonder at her
small village, and at the big foundry that supplied
her family and the whole town with a livelihood. She
had never flown before and found it very exciting.
"Well, sweetheart, you can take all those dead animals
off now; you won't be needing them where we're heading.
I don't suppose you know how politically incorrect
wearing furs is in this day and age," he added drily.
"Politically? Fur is political in America? In Russia,
the winters are severe, and fur warms the body so we
can live outside. Fur is necessary for survival. I
don't understand what you mean, sir."
"Never mind, honey. Just take them off and get com-
fortable. We got a long ride ahead of us." He held his
hand out, ready to take her coat.
He watched as the young woman unbuttoned the animal
bone clips holding the coat in place and shrugged the
thing off her shoulders. He took her coat and hat - and
stared...
NOW he could understand what the big deal was. She was
gorgeous! No, not gorgeous - she was spectacular! He
hadn't really seen her face under the big fur cap, but
with all the animal skins removed she had grace and
beauty like he'd never seen before - and he'd seen a
lot.
As the young woman settled into her seat, he kept
staring at her, noticing for the first time that she
was as tall as himself, almost six feet, with sandy
blonde hair and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She
also had a perfect complexion. He was impressed, and
he suddenly wanted her.
He tried to push the thought from his mind; he always
got into trouble when he let the brain between his legs
do his thinking for him. He only had to screw up one
more time and he was out of a job.
He pulled himself together sufficiently to introduce
himself. "My name is Mike, and we'll be flying partners
for the next 40 hours or so. You got any questions you
wanna ask?"
"Michael? That is an angel's name, is it not?" Nikki
giggled as she thought about the village priest and his
Easter sermon about the Archangel Michael, and how he
had saved humanity by flying in the face of the devil.
"Are you an angel?"
"Far from it, baby." Mike sat down next to the beauty
and patted her knee as he leaned close and added:
"Though you could take me to heaven with you if you
wanted..."
"Pardon, Michael. I do not understand you," Nikki said.
"Yeah, right, and next you'll be telling me you're a
virgin." He smiled suggestively.
"Please, Michael, what you said is so rude. Do not be
mean to me, please!" She was embarrassed by the man's
reference to sex. They did not talk like that in her
village. They might do it, but they never talked about
it. She didn't understand this strange man.
"Listen, sweetheart, you'll have to get over that
prudish attitude in America, 'cause it won't wash in
the fashion industry. You'll be modeling with little
or no clothes on, and you'll have guys hitting on you
all the time. You have to make the men happy if you
want to get ahead in fashion."
He patted Nikki's knee again and mimed a kiss at her.
Nikki was disturbed by his words. She was beginning to
wonder if she had made a mistake in coming. But, no
matter what, she couldn't turn back now. Her family
needed the money she could earn in America. She wanted
to make lots of money for herself too, and become rich.
Mike was beginning to think about the long flight in
front of them. He was thinking that this whole trip had
messed up his weekend with Sharon - his very sexy girl-
friend - and here he was, alone with a knockout babe,
with no one to bother them.
He knew he shouldn't, but the thought of having sex
with this fabulous Russian babe made him say: "Nikki
baby, you need to think about your future, and how
you're gonna get ahead once you get to New York."
"Yes, Michael, I know. I want to make a lot of money,
and help my family too. Are you important in the
agency?" she asked.
To her it was not a strange question, and was usually
asked in Russia when people discussed business. All it
meant was 'How much do you know about the business you
are in?'
Mike took it to indicate that Nikki was judging how
much he could do for her. "Yeah baby, I'm one of the
guys who can make or break you in the industry," he
lied. "If you aren't nice to me you'll have trouble,
and be sent back to Russia."
As he said this he leaned close and squeezed Nikki's
thigh through her skirt. "You're expected to do things
for important men in the agency; all the models do it."
Nikki was shocked to hear this, and pulled her leg away.
She said: "I don't understand, Michael. What will be
expected of me?"
"Nothing that's a big deal, sweetheart; just to be nice
to your superiors at the agency, that's all." His mind
raced ahead of the conversation. What might he get this
drop-dead-beautiful babe to do for him? he wondered.
This was his big opportunity; once she got to New York
he'd be out of the picture. "In America the woman has
to satisfy the man's sexual appetite when asked."
Nikki's eyes grew wide, and she spoke with determina-
tion. "I am not that kind of person, and I will not
have sex with you, Michael. I don't believe that women
must satisfy men's sexual demands upon request. They
would be pregnant all the time."
"No, no, baby! I'm not talking about fucking - are you
kidding? We don't do that with professional colleagues.
I'm talking about touching. You know, masturbation."
"Masturbation!? I don't think so! I can't believe you
are talking to me like this, Michael!" She had become
very uncomfortable sitting next to this man. "You
expect me to masturbate you?"
Mike had a hard-on just from discussing such a subject
with this luscious woman sitting beside him. He had to
have some action or he'd explode.
He wondered if threatening her would work, and decided
to take the bull by the horns. "As a matter of fact,
now that you mention it, YES I DO! Moreover, I expect
you to do it now! If you don't, I'll drop you off at
the next fueling spot and let you find your own way
home."
Mike looked into frightened blue eyes that stared back
at him. If she called his bluff now, his plan would be
in ruins. He just stared back at her, a frown planted
firmly on his face.
Nikki considered what her new life in America could
mean to her. She just couldn't let her dislike of this
man stand in her way. She had a chance to make lots of
money, and was determined not to let it slip through
her fingers.
Slowly she swung around in her seat and, reaching over
to Michael's belt, she began to unbuckle it. She wasn't
a virgin; she'd had sex with Vladamir Korenski less
than six months ago. It was only once, and he'd talked
her into it, but she remembered enjoying it after the
initial discomfort of his intrusive organ. She knew
what a man's penis looked like fully erect, and was
resigned to seeing Michael's.
If she had to pleasure him manually, then so be it.
After all, she was only a peasant girl, while he was
an important businessman. Moreover, as he'd said, he
wouldn't have actual sex with her.
She pulled Michael's fly open and reached into his
pants, pulling his erect penis into the open. He leaned
back in his seat and watched with satisfaction as her
hand closed around his shaft.
This was the life! 'Some day', he thought, 'this babe
will be a supermodel and I'll have quite a story to
tell about the hand job I got from her.' He was
thoroughly aroused; visions of Nikki's naked body
filled his head as she began pumping his cock.
There was a look of intense concentration on her
beautiful face as she jacked him off, and it all became
just too much for him.
She started when a long string of sperm spurted onto
the sleeve of her blouse, but she kept pumping away as
another gob, then another, shot from Michael's strain-
ing penis. She continued to pump his erect column while
sperm lubricated her palm and oozed out between her
fingers.
She watched with a certain satisfaction as Michael's
body jerked and spasmed ecstatically, his moans becom-
ing gasps as he tried to catch his breath. At last she
stopped and sat back in her seat, staring at Michael's
slowly-deflating member.
She was surprised to feel somewhat aroused herself. She
didn't even like this man, but making him come had been
an incredible turn on for her; so much so that now she
desperately needed her own release.
"Michael, I hope you enjoyed that. Now I must go to the
bathroom, please. Perhaps you will clean yourself up
while I'm away." Nikki left her seat and walked to the
rear of the jet.
The Lear Jet was certainly well-appointed. Besides the
seating area, there was a bedroom beyond the restroom,
and even the restroom was twice the size that you would
get in a standard commercial airline jet.
Nikki opened the restroom door and hurried in. Without
hesitation, she pulled her underwear down and leaned
back against the sink, at the same time reaching up
under her skirt. She felt how wet she was, and began
massaging herself.
Oh, glorious! How very, very horny masturbating Michael
had made her feel!
She began rubbed herself with increasing abandon,
closing her eyes when she felt the delicious surges
that indicated a wonderful orgasm on the way. She
rubbed faster and faster, arching her back and pressing
her head against the back wall, intent on reaching a
new high.
Suddenly her hand bumped into something and lost its
rhythm. She opened her eyes, and was shocked to see
Michael standing in front of her, pushing his erect
penis against her hand.
When he had opened the restroom door he had been
startled, then entranced, to see the beautiful young
Russian woman, her skirt pulled up to her waist, her
panties on the floor, her gorgeous legs splayed apart
and humping herself with her hand.
He knew very well that he was going too far and could
get into real trouble over this, but he stepped up to
the aroused young woman and aimed his ridged tool at
what was under her flashing hand.
Nikki yelled: "NO, MICHAEL! NO!" but she didn't try to
fight him off as he pulled her hand away and thrust his
organ inside her.
When he had penetrated her deeply, pushing her slightly
up onto the sink, he paused for a moment, looking over
her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. Then he
looked directly at Nikki, seeing shock and disbelief
written on her beautiful face. Mike could tell that she
was aroused as his prick filled her cunt. She was com-
pletely lubricated and as he thrust deeply into her he
was surrounded by her hot moist tightness.
Michael began to humping Nikki as if his life depended
on it, and after a moment or two she began to com-
plement his rhythm with her own.
As they reached for their separate, but interdependent,
orgasms, Nikki lifted her shapely, long legs and wrap-
ped them around Michael's waist, clamping her finely
shaped ankles at his behind and thrusting her hips
eagerly against his pelvis. She screamed as she came.
She'd never had an orgasm with a man before, and was
overwhelmed by it. As her body convulsed around and
against Michael, he drove himself in as deeply as
possible and pulsed his seed into her body.
Panting, out of breath, she pushed him away and swore
at him in Russian. "@*&#@! How dare you do that to me!
If you make me pregnant, we will both get into trouble.
You stupid man! You better not tell anyone what hap-
pened here! If you do, I will tell them that you raped
me and you will go to jail."
Mike gave her a wicked smile. "Baby, I won't tell a
soul! I promise." He congratulated himself that things
couldn't have worked out better if he'd planned them.
She pushed him out of the rest room and cleaned herself
up as best she could, then returned to the main cabin.
For the rest of the flight she sat on the other side of
the aisle and ignored Michael.
They landed in Frankfurt, Germany, to refuel, and
picked up a couple of agency people at Heathrow. After
Heathrow, Nikki no longer had to worry about Michael's
attentions, and tried to sleep for the next seven
hours.
Continued in Part 2...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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