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From: jimmy@jimmy-hat.com (Jimmy Hat)
Subject: {ASSM} The Russians Are Coming 4/4 (MF oral mild bd)  
Date: Wed, 10 Jan 2001 13:10:03 -0500
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"Do not worry. Stanton and I capture criminal." 

"Stanton? Is she OK? What criminal? What the hell is going on
here?" 

"Your partner Stanton is good police woman. Pretty, too. We catch
Smerov together. He pretend to be my partner. Very confusing." 

Maytag was still confused. Nadezhda kept talking. "I am so sorry
for locking you up like that. Can you forgive me?" 

"Forgive you? Sure. Just let me out of these cuffs and we'll 
talk." 

Nadezhda sat on the bed. She looked Maytag over with a wry smile.
"But I like you this way. And I do not want to talk." Nadezhda
ran her hands over Maytag's chest, then back down his legs. She
ran her hands over his cock and balls, and rolled the loose piece
of flesh like it was dough on a breadboard. 

"What are you doing, Nadezhda?" 

"I try to say I am sorry. Please." 

"Who are you?" Maytag asked. 

"I am Nadezhda Skaya, of Russian Internal Ministry." She said
smiling. She kept at his cock as well. 

"You're a cop?" Maytag asked 

"Yes. Like you." 

"I could use some vodka, now," Maytag said. 

"Of course," Nadezhda answered. She stood. "Let me get
comfortable first." Nadezhda kicked off her shoes. She unzipped
her dress, and pushed it down over her hips. Maytag strained his
to neck trying to look her over. Slowly, Nadezhda stripped out of
her blouse, one button at a time. It seemed to hang onto her
shoulders forever before joining her dress on the floor. Maytag
grew thirstier. 

Dressed now in matching black bra, panties, garter belt and
stockings, Nadezhda walked across the room to grab a bottle of
vodka from the cabinet. Maytag struggled to hold his head and
watch her. He had been duped, handcuffed, and left to worry about
his life and his partner's. But he was almost as frustrated now
that he couldn't freely watch this lingerie clad woman prance
around his room. 

Nadezhda returned with a glass of vodka poured over ice. 

"You'll have to let me out to drink that," Maytag told her. 

"I think no," Nadezhda answered him. She took a mouthful and
leaned forward. Her breasts hung pendulously from her chest,
threatening to spill out. Leaning over Maytag, she brought her
face to his, and opened her lips to let the cool liquor pour into
his mouth. It felt cold on his tongue, and warm down his throat.
For a chaser to the cocktail, Nadezhda offered a long, wet kiss. 

"Maybe I don't need to get out of these," Maytag said. 

Nadezhda smiled and kissed him again. She bit his chin, licked
his neck, and then worked her way down to his shirt. Mercifully,
she unbuttoned his shirt faster than she did her own. Because of
the cuffs, though, she could only open it to expose his torso,
she could not take it off entirely. 

There was no such obstacle for his underwear. They came away
easily, and as soon as they were gone she took his cock into her
hands, and brought her face down towards the head. She gave it a
quick swirl with her tongue, then licked down the side of his
shaft. 

"That's nice," Maytag said. 

Nadezhda reached the root of Maytag's cock and slid her mouth
right down to his sac. She rolled one of his nuts around in his
mouth while tugging on his meat. His cock stiffened. Nadezhda
shifted her mouth to his other ball, then let that fall from her
mouth, all the time maintaining a solid grip and steady stroke on
his shaft. She licked between his balls, then back up the length
of his engorged cock. 

"Oh, Nadezhda," Maytag moaned as she engulfed the pulsing head of
his tool in her mouth. She pumped the base while sucking at the
top. Spit flowed down the side and began to lubricate her motion.
The fist began to slip and slide rather than tug and pull. 

"Turn around," Maytag said. 

Nadezhda lifted her head. Maytag's cock fell against his abdomen
with a wet slapping sound. Smiling and kneeling on the bed,
she unhooked her bra and moved forward. She leaned in and pushed
her tits against his face. Maytag responded by kissing a nipple,
sucking on it and biting gently when she pulled away. She moved
her body so that he might give the other nipple the same treatment. 

Nadezhda unfastened her garters and took off her panties. Then she
refastened the garters. Maytag smiled when he saw what she did.
He got a close view, too, when she straddled his face. 

"Zherry, you have good mouth," Nadezhda said. 

Truthfully, his mouth was all he could use with his hands tied
behind his head. Maytag swept his tongue over her sex. He slipped
his tongue inside her slit. He licked around her clitoris, and
when it felt as swollen as a mosquito bite, he took it into his
mouth and sucked on it. 

Nadezhda reached back and took hold of his cock. Maytag responded 
by licking faster. His cock felt full, thick and hard. It was 
heavy in her hand and pulsed. "I want it," Nadezhda said. 

"Take it," Maytag answered, pausing momentarily from fluttering
against her pussy. 

Nadezhda put a hand on the bed and moved back. She lifted her
hips, and reached back again to take hold of Maytag's pole.
Hovering, she brought herself into position, and pressed the head
of his cock against her juicy slit. Nadezhda leaned back and took
all of his length into her. She sat down on his prick, taking in
every bit until her cheeks hit his thighs and the crack of her ass
nestled against his balls. 

In that position, Nadezhda just rocked back and forth for a
while. Maytag watched her, entranced. Her eyes were closed, her
mouth was half open, and her nipples stood straight out from her
chest. 

She rocked through a greater distance each time, and soon, the
rocking of her hips became sliding. She reached down between her
legs and rubbed at her pearl. Maytag tried to rock his hips in
time with her. Her orgasm was approaching. Her hand moved
furiously, and her rocking and sliding grew irregular. 

Maytag pushed up at her, trying to make a steady rhythm for her.
Nadezhda licked her lips. Her chest heaved. She leaned back. Her
hand motion grew irregular and she stopped rocking entirely. When
her orgasm came, she made a small crying noise, a series of high
pitched "ohs". Her cunt seemed to clamp on Maytag's cock, and he
lost control as well. She squeezed an orgasm out of him as well. 

Nadezhda kissed him. She kissed him deeply. 

"Wonderful," she said. 

"Yes it was," Maytag agreed. 

Nadezhda got up and went to the bathroom for a towel. 

"Are you planning on letting me out now?" Maytag asked, when she
returned. 

Nadezhda looked at him quizzically. Then she picked up the glass
of vodka, still half full. "First we must finish bottle, remember?" 

END
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