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The Russian Girl (Part 14)


By Katzmarek

This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the author's views or
attitudes. It contains scenes of sexual activities with a minor
and the author does not condone this. This work may not be
reproduced for profit without the author's express permission. If
you feel you would be offended by the content, or underage,
please proceed no further. . The Katz


The sun is streaming in when I awake. In my sleep-fogged brain I
realize that the other half of the bed is vacant. I'm crammed
over against the wall making the guest double bed seem enormous.
Then I hear the shower going, through the wall behind my head.


As usual I have my morning woody, the skin still soft from
Sophia's secretions. As Sophia emerges I'm idly stroking myself,
the duvet thrown aside, as it's hot. I watch her walk into the
room nude with a towel wrapped around her hair. 


My eyes take in the magnificent sight, starting from her feet and
slowly running up those long, slim legs. Her whole body is a
uniform olive color offset by her thatch of dark pubic hair and
the two splashes of darker skin around her nipples. She smiles at
me, her eyes dance and sparkle.
"Are you always like that," she says, nodding towards my
erection.
"I was thinking of you," I counter.


She sits down on the bed next to me, feet on the floor.
"How are you feeling"? she asks.
"Wonderful, and you"?
"Mmm, I enjoyed last night very much," she replies. "Just a
minute," and she goes back to the bathroom.


When she comes back, she has a washcloth with which she proceeds
to wash my cock.
"Is this part of the service"? I ask, "what time is it"?
"You are smelly. Its nearly lunch, are you hungry"?
"Ravenous, what's on the menu"? I ask.
"What would you like... besides that, of course." She flashes me
a knowing grin.


I watch her as, apparently cleaned to her satisfaction, she idly
jacks me. I study the way her muscles ripple as her hand slides
up and down, the way her tits jiggle, and the sparkle in her
eyes.
"It has been too long since I slept with somebody," she says, 
"especially someone who treats me so nice."
"Thank you," I reply, "I'll be happy to fill in any time you
want."
"I'll bet," she laughs.


She bends down and plants a light kiss on the tip of my knob then
rubs it with her fingernail. I jerk slightly at the sensation. I
run my hand up her smooth thigh, still soft and warm from the
shower.
"Eric" she says, "I will take care of this," pointing at my
erection, " but I'm a little sensitive from last night. My vagina
is a bit sore, do you mind"?
"Not at all, meine liebe."
"Are you sure you mean 'liebe'." She asks, " you usually only use
that word about someone you ... love."
My only reply is to stroke her hair as she bends obligingly to
suck my cock.


The next few days pass in a blur. Sophia's pussy recovers enough
to accept fingers, tongue and cock. We go for long walks, hip to
hip, our hands cupping each other's asses when no one's watching.
We find a secluded spot among the vines with a view of the river
where we can masturbate each other in private.
With a rug to protect us from the casual glance of the barge
crews we lay side by side, nose to nose with our hands in each
other's underwear.


She comes with her eyes wide open, her ass bucking against my
fingers, her mouth open. She pants and squirms but doesn't miss a
beat on my cock. I pump my goo into the napkin while assaulting
her mouth, my hand still buried in her thatch.


That night we go into town to a Turkish restaurant. We face each
other over the light of a candle. The table is such that our
knees are touching. Her face is beautiful in the soft light,
framed by her dark hair, which she wears loose. Her V-neck black
dress displays a hint of cleavage.


We talk about things inconsequential but there's a lot of silent
communication going on. I want to leave early and get her into
bed. She knows this, of course, and teases me. On the drive home
I stroke her thigh. I'm glad she's driving the VW as I'm hard as
steel. She protests as I push her on the bed and pull up her
dress but she helps me take down her panties. 


I push into her straight away as we're both ready to fuck. It's
fast and furious and she comes loudly as I blast my seed deep
into her womb. We lay like that for a while, not talking, just
listening to our breathing. Eventually it is too uncomfortable
and I pull out my shriveled cock to re-arrange myself. That's
when I see that her eyes are moist with tears. 


After some gentle persuasion she tells me what has upset her.
"I don't want this to... end." She says between sniffles. I tell
her I don't either and our bond is sealed.


We lay awake planning a future until 3 or 4 in the morning when
we eventually drift off to sleep. Although we shower together
after we arise we don't feel the need to have sex. There will be
plenty of time for that. We wait a few days before we telephone
our astonished parents, hers are holidaying in France. 


He next month is spent blowing out our phone bills while she's
flying around the world and I'm working on the film script.



Two years on.


Sophia and I live in Frankfurt Germany with our daughter
Isabella. Sophia is now a second pilot with a domestic freight
airline. Most nights she is home to her family in the apartment
overlooking the river Main. I have a small business making
promotional videos for several large German Companies. It's a
lucrative little niche and I'm making some good money.


We have an Audi for me and a VW for her, a nanny and a couple of
cats. We still enjoy fucking each other but the difference now is
that we know each other's turn-ons so well.


Sophia was permanently horny when she was about 8 months
pregnant. We would sleep naked because it 'saved time'.  A couple
of times each night, or more, she'd wake me up with her mouth or
hand and ask me to 'come aboard'. Mostly she'd pile up the
pillows and lie over them face down. She found it the most
comfortable as her belly began to swell. She liked short, sharp
stabs while my hands wrapped themselves around her tummy.
"Oh... oh... oh...oh baby... oh... like that honey...," she'd
pant as I watched her ass quiver and relished the velvety walls
of her pussy.
"Yes... yes... yes... OH... OH... OH COME BABY... OOO." She stabs
back at me grinding her ass against my cock.


In the morning she usually liked me to lap her pussy and if I was
good she'd treat me to blow job.


I heard from Janine about a year ago. She'd left her husband,
finally, after she had stumbled into her daughter's bedroom to
find a drunk John demonstrating the workings of his reproductive
organ. He was trying to persuade his distressed daughter to wank
him.


Not unnaturally, she went ballistic and surprised herself by
throwing him out of the house. That is after she'd cracked him
over the head with a 9 iron. John had run for his life as she
chased him down the driveway wielding the golf-club like a
Samurai sword. If only I had been there to witness it. Her
neighbor, who'd bought my house, had rushed out to view the
commotion and it turned out he was divorce Lawyer.


They married 6 months later and moved into my old house. She told
me over the phone that he 'looks after' her as skillfully as I
had.


By her second date with him she'd known he was going to be good,
she told me. Their chaste first kiss had grown hungrier and more
demanding. He took off her top and feasted on her breasts.


They spent most of the night fucking, she told me, until she
couldn't take any more. 
"George is very athletic, he works out," she said. I wished them
all the best.


I lost contact with Lina about the same time. She'd done quite a
few movies and was building a good reputation, and fan base. She
was shooting in Germany and I tried to get to see her but was
turned away by security. I tried to call, left messages but
everything went unanswered.


That was until a month ago when she sent me a birthday card,
three weeks late. Beneath the printed greeting she scrawled a
note in Russian.
' I miss you, please call me. Lina.'
Again I tried to call but got blown off by a staffer.


Later I was talking to my Father on the phone when the subject of
Lina came up. He told me they were very worried about her and had
not heard from her in months. I told him about the little note
and the fact that I kept getting the flick by her people. He
suggested I ring her friend Kelly in Ohio who was living with a
woman.


It took me a while to get through but I finally reached Kelly.
She told me that Lina had a drug problem. She had been introduced
to cocaine by some boyfriend and it had taken over her life.
Kelly had long since given up on her for her own emotional well
being for, although she had been to rehab a couple of times, the
pull of the drug was just too strong.


She was being kept practically in isolation by her management,
'for the good of her career', but Kelly suspected they had done a
deal with her supplier. All Kelly knew was that she lived
somewhere in the Hollywood hills. I thanked her for the
information and told her I was glad she was happy. She wished my
family well and expressed happiness for me.
"Be careful Eric, Lina is a user and she burns out all her
friends. I'm sorry, I just can't cope with her anymore. She feeds
on people then discards them. You were a reality check for her
for a while but I think her childhood has come back to haunt her.
She was taught to use people, as they used her from an early
age.
You know"? She went on, "I think the only love she really knew
was back in St Petersburg with some girl called Anya. She died, I
think, and she's never been able to replace her. I think you came
close, so did I, but not near enough.
Lina and I had a sexual relationship, on and off, for 6 months.
We were very good together, while it lasted, then she just took
off, not calling, without a word."


Kelly continued,
"Then I get a call out of the blue to pick her up from such and
such a place. And there she is, staying with some loser, all
fucked up. I took her back home but in a week she's gone again
and the same thing happens. I just can't take that shit, Eric. I
met Barb about three months ago and we went to live here in
Dayton, well away from her.
If you find her, call me, but don't tell her where I live, Okay?
You can tell her I'm very happy, I'm going to College and I love
Barbara very much." We said goodbye and rang off.


I rang my father later and told him what I learnt. I suggested he
get a private detective to find out where she was living. 


It took the dick about a week to track her down. Once I had an
address I rang my old friend Shapiro from the LAPD Vice squad.
"You think I don't have enough to do," He said. Then to my
question, "I know that address alright. Some Film Producer who
fled the country after a scandal with an underage boy owns it. A
bunch of flunkies live there on and off, I believe, but really,
it's just a playhouse for the stars and others. If your Lina is
living there she's probably being fucked up all day."
"Can you get her out"?
"How"?
"I don't know, is cocaine still illegal"?
"Of course but she'll be back there again in an hour. Diversion
and voluntary rehab."
"What about the worms that are keeping her there and supplying
her with drugs."
"Evidence, my friend. She's over 18 right"?
"Yes."
"Then unless you can prove illegal detainment there's not much I
can do."
"What about busting the supplier"? I asked him.
"Same story. It's a revolving door here, you should know that. We
bust them then they're out again, bargain a misdemeanor and pay
the fine."
"What about immigration"? I asked him. "I seem to remember a
clause about good behavior"?
"Hmm, maybe force her to have a little holiday, say in Germany,
under threat of deportation. It may be a possibility, I'll have a
word with Immigration and see if we can sort out something. Hey!
If you have anymore messes, call a shrink instead, okay? I'm too
fucking busy."
"Sure thing Shapiro." And I rang off.


That night I tell Sophia about what has been happening. She's
skeptical about getting Lina clean and so am I but I feel a
responsibility to try.
"I think your friend Kelly is right." She tells me, "she will use
you and spit you out."


The next week I get a call from Shapiro, collect.
"We busted her and her friends for possession, Eric.  Her brief
sprung her but Immigration bagged her again. She's agreed to a
holiday out of the country for a while. Listen, I've called in a
lot of markers for you, I hope she's worth it."
"You're a peach, Shapiro."
"Fuck off Eric." Then he was gone.


She duly arrives through the gate at Frankfurt Airport. However
she's not alone. With her is a weedy guy with loser written all
over his bad skin. They're both in sunglasses and clearly high.
"Hi Eric," Lina says in a dreamy voice, " this is Doggy, my
friend."
Doggy nods to me and says,
"Hi dude".


Lina looks drawn and pale and her skin is waxy. Gone is the
sparkle, just a lazy kind of 'not-there-ness'. The curtains are
drawn but nobody's home. When we get to our apartment they
disappear into the spare room and don't emerge till dinner.
Sophia is really pissed off and our domestic harmony is
threatened.


I can stand it only for a day so I make a few calls. Two large
guys turn up and I introduce them to Lina and Doggy. Kurt and
Karl suggest to Doggy that they should go for a drive over to
France. They tell him they know of a place where a lot of cool
dudes hang out, band members, and they would have a good time. It
took some persuading for Lina to stay behind but I assured her
they would be back tomorrow. 


After ensuring Doggy had a good supply on him, Kurt and Karl,
actually my employees delivered him to the nearest Gendarme
station. They told the Police Doggy tried to sell them cocaine
and they promptly arrested him. The French having a somewhat
intolerant attitude towards foreign drug dealers. It turns out
he's wanted in three states so I guess his future is settled for
a good time to come.


After a few days Lina seems to have forgotten she ever came with
anybody. I then tell her that we have a no drug policy in our
house at which she became agitated. I then decided that she
needed more help than I could give. I'm not an expert and if she
was going to detox it should be somewhere where she would be
safe.


The next morning I awake in the half-light to a strange
sensation. A body is wedged firmly against my back, clamped to me
like a limpet. I see Sophia's form in front of me suckling little
Bella so it can only be Lina. I stifle a little panic and tap
lightly on Sophia's shoulder.
"Mmm," she responds dreamily.
"We have a visitor," I whisper.


She looks up and in the dim light and I see her face-harden.
Finally she lies back with a look of exasperation.
"You have a problem Eric," she whispers to me, " you must sort it
out."


The truth is I am torn between my obvious responsibilities to my
family and to this Russian waif to whom I feel responsible for as
well. I carefully edge myself away from Lina and follow Sophia
and Bella into the kitchen.
"I'll find her a rehab somewhere," I tell her before she opens
her mouth, "I can't do anything for her here."
"Why does it have to be you, Eric. You didn't get her hooked on
cocaine, it was the rats she chose to hang out with." She
exploded.
"I know, my love, but I got her into the life. I should have done
more to protect her."
"I life she wanted. Look you helped her realize her dream. It is
no use feeling guilty because she made some bad choices."
Ok, ok," I say finally, "I'll get her into rehab and that's it,
alright"? Sophia snorted in reply.


It takes me another day to find a private rehab center. It's
going to cost a lot of money but I'm hoping I can get her
management to contribute. After all they have a stake in her.


The center is in a restored mansion built by some industrialist
early last century. It has extensive gardens and an artificial
lake. When we arrive through the large ornamental gates Lina is
shaking and staring out around her blankly.
"You will stay with me"? She asks, hopefully.
"I can't Lina," I tell her, "this is a journey you must make
yourself."


She is quiet and sullen as we go through the registering
procedure. We take her to her room she will share with another
girl about her own age. I can't help thinking how used she must
be to institutions like this. When I leave she doesn't say a
word, just stares out the window.


I get a little lecture from the senior Doctor about emotional and
physiological changes and watch a little diagram on which he's
trying to describe to me changes in the brain chemistry. It's all
a bit beyond me at this moment but I thank him and shake his hand
and scuttle back to the Audi.


Entering my apartment Sophia is busy in the kitchen while Bella
has her nap. I watch her ass wiggle for a little while as she
scrubs the bench. It reminds me that we have not had sex since
Lina arrived.
"All done"? She asks as I move in behind her.
"Done," I reply circling her waist, "got a moment"? I ask
stroking her hips and thighs.
"Maybe, shower"? She says wriggling her ass against my growing
erection.


We wash each other thoroughly under the shower, paying particular
attention to tits, pussy, cock. I kiss her sweet lips as she
slowly jacks me, my hands on her bottom pulling her against me.
We rinse and towel each other dry and head for our bedroom.


We lay together, touching and stroking. Baby making has not left
too much of a mark on her body. Her tits are larger, her belly a
bit more rounded. She throws a leg across me as I tease her pussy
with my finger. Her hand flutters over my erection, a fingertip
rubs the tip. 
"Do you still want me"? She asks.
"More then ever," I reply, "why"?
"I saw the way you look at Lina. You still want her."


I protested to her that I had no desire to be with her but she
shushed me.
"I was awake when she came into bed with us last night," she
says. "I pretended to be asleep. After a while she began to play
with herself and rubbed against you. I thought you were asleep...
until... I felt her hand... on you."
"Eh"? 
"She was rubbing your cock, Eric... and you were responding."
"I was"?
"It was poking me in the back, Eric, here in our bed, with me
beside you. You must have felt her."


I tell her I knew nothing about it but I don't think she was
convinced.
"Did I come"? I ask.
"I don't think so or I would have been drenched. It was pointing
right at me."
"Well," I say, "there you are, my cock knows who it prefers."
"She came," Sophia says, " she was crying and talking in Russian,
I didn't understand her, but she called your name."
"Look, Sophia," I reply seriously, "Lina and I were an item a few
years ago, we drifted away and it finished. Of course there's a
bit of feeling left but I don't see her that way anymore.
Sophia... I... don't... want... to... fuck her." emphasizing each
word.


Rolling on top of her I tell her,
"I want to fuck you."
"Oh Eric," she replies guiding me to her entrance, "don't...
leave... me... and Bella."
Pushing myself into her I answer,
"No."


She grunts as she feels my weight come down on her. She looks me
in the face as I start to move slowly in and out. We lock eyes in
a dance we've done a thousand times. Her hands stroking my back
and shoulders, her legs clamping me on each down stoke, then
releasing.


Her mouth opens, panting. She pulls my head down and kisses me
fiercely, her tongue raping my mouth. My hands squeeze her
breasts and my fingers manipulate her nipples. I push heavily on
the down stroke the way she likes and she whimpers in response.


I read the little signs in her face. The grimaces, the way she
puffs out her cheeks her sparkling eyes. Her eyes look down
towards my mouth when she wants a kiss. She is growing in urgency
so I increase the pace.
"Yes... faster baby...," she says, "harder... oh... baby... oh...
ohh...." She cries out her growing excitement.


She stiffens, her face grimaces, soundless. She thrusts herself
desperately at me clamping her thighs around me, trapping me. She
releases me and I prop my self on my hands and thrust quickly at
her to obtain my own release. Her hair is in disarray around her,
her tits jiggle and flop on her chest as her body jerks with the
power of my thrusting. Her breathing is coming in ragged gasps.
"Come in me... fill me," she says and I oblige her with a roar.


I pump bucketfuls of pent up sperm into her familiar pussy. All
the time she is saying,
"Oh Eric... that's it... oh Eric."


We lay there cuddling until Bella wakes from her nap. She climbs
all over her mommy and daddy until she finds the object of her
need. Sophia smiles at the little infant as Bella happily sucks
on the proffered breast.


I'm getting ready for work about 7 the next morning when I get a
call from the rehab center.
"Herr Bashoff ? I'm afraid that Lina has left." 
My heart sank to my shoes. 


Lina had taken off last night with her roommate.
"We are not a prison, Herr Bashoff, clients can leave whenever
they wish. We cannot stop them," they tell me. "We have her
credit cards, cell-phone and passport and she has no money so she
can not have gone far."
'They didn't know Lina very well', I thought dumbly.

 







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