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Subject: {ASSM} {RP} The Russian Girl (Part 2) By Katzmarek (Mf, Rom)
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The Russian Girl (Part 2)
By Katzmarek
Author's Note
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This story is entirely a work of fiction. It is for entertainment
purposes only and does not reflect the authors views or
attitudes. This work may not be reproduced for profit without the
authors express permission. If you feel you would be offended by the
content, or underage please proceed no further.
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Lina sat in the room she shared with another girl, listening to her
favorite 'Destiny's Child' disk. She liked the bouncy melodies. It
made her feel good. She was very happy.
She had made 'her' Eric happy and that had pleased her. She divided
the men in her life into 'good' and 'bad' lists. The 'bad' men made
her do things she didn't want to and hurt her. Her 'good' men bought
her gifts and didn't hurt or force her to do stuff.
Eric was her good man. He bought her gifts and looked after her. He
would help her to stay in America and make movies. He hadn't forced
his stuff into her mouth and, most of all hadn't pushed his 'thing'
between her legs.
Ever since that boy had raped her in St Petersburg it had hurt when
men tried to get her to have sex. Her kitty would clamp shut when she
felt them poking their dicks around down there. Sometimes they would
do it anyway and it hurt and sometimes she would bleed.
That girl, Veronica, she shared the room with, had wanted to sleep
with her. It was nice having her arms wrapped around and a warm body
snuggled beside her. Her boobies were bigger than hers and she could
feel them squashed against her back. Veronica had wanted to kiss her,
she thought that was alright, but then she was kissing her as a man
would. She tried to push her tongue in and her hand started to caress
her tits.
It was kind of nice until Veronica pushed a hand into her panties,
she pushed it away. A little later she could feel movement next to
her and realized Veronica was rubbing herself. Lina turned onto her
back and put her arm around the girl. She let her suck on her tit
and thrust herself against her leg. She was puffing and moaning
and squirming, reminding Lina a little of when a man is ready to
shoot his stuff at her.
Then her mouth gaped open, gasping, her face is all screwed up and
she's frantically fiddling with herself. Shortly after she's hugging
her tight and murmuring to her but she couldn't understand.
Veronica had rested her hand on Lina's little kitty and she thought
that would be ok. In fact, she'd quite liked it, it made her feel a
little gooey. Lina checked out Veronica's boob, comparing it to her
own. She then slipped her own hand into her panties and tried to copy
what Veronica had been doing. It felt ok but sleep had intervened
before she experienced anything like Veronica had.
It'd felt good to have someone to sleep with at night. She hadn't
had that since she and her little friend Anya had bunked down in that
abandoned old Lada in 'Petersburg . A good score, that old car. It's
was roomy and you could almost stretch out. And it was safer than
that old basement where the old men would try to grope you and force
you to drink their repulsive, cheap Vodka.
She had met Anya there. She was a skinny 10 year old but she looked
about 7. She knew her way around, which restaurants to go to get free
handouts from the kitchen, who to avoid, how to stay out of the way
of the patrols. All the skills necessary to get by on those tough
streets.
It was not Anya's fault when that boy had trapped Lina in that
basement. Anya was having one of her sick spells when she'd cough and
cough and her breathing would get all rattlely and raspy. She went
all weak and cold and Lina used to hold her at night to keep her
warm. She had gone to get her some food when that boy they called
'the fox' had found her and forced her to have sex with him.
They became known as 'bones and the actress'. Anya was called
'bones' because she was so skinny, she the 'actress' because she was
always talking about being a star. Together they were the 'no rape
club'. A very loose translation with a cadence hard to reproduce
in English.
Together they would move among the homeless kids sharing information
about the 'bad' men. 'The Fox' had disappeared soon after that. He
may have left town or been caught by some girl's pals and gone into
the river Neva. She didn't care.
Then next autumn she had woken to find Anya very cold and her face
blue. She couldn't wake her and her eyes were just staring out not
looking at anything. Lina knew Anya was very sick and had run to get
help from their friends. They said she had gone 'away' and the
'priest' had come. He was a guy of about 16 who wore a cross around
his neck
and was very spiritual. He said some words and they had all kissed
Anya and Lina had tucked her favorite teddy into her jacket. The
'no rape club' was gone.
They then placed her in the Neva because Anya had always loved the
river. Together they watched her body being carried out by the
sluggish current and she had become hysterical. Her friends had held
her because she had wanted to jump into the river to be with her
friend. She had sat on the bank for ages wanting her Anya to climb
back out of the river so she would have a friend again, when this guy
Vasiliy comes and sits next to her.
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On the other side of town, I was in some despair myself. I'd
allowed myself to be sucked off by a girl young enough to be my
daughter. In fact, I HAD been a father to her. I was the grown-up and
should have stopped it. The poor girl had been exploited and abused
most of her life and I'd behaved no differently. I'd followed her
screwed-up script of life. A script where sexual favors was the
common currency in her transactions with men. I resolved to
stay away from her until she left the country. Best for both of
us I told myself.
I needed some adult female company. Which is why I found myself
outside Isabella's door. Isa was a Brazilian blond of German descent.
She had worked for me a couple of years ago and we'd had a brief
affair. The industry was hard on relationships and it had not worked
out. We'd got together on and off but agreed there was no future.
I rang the bell and she opened the door wearing her bathrobe. Her
ample breasts stretched the toweling taught around her chest clinging
down over her wide rounded hips where it finished halfway down her
thighs. Her tan legs were bare and flawless.
"I feel like some company," I said.
"Eric!" she said, "it's been a long time, where have you been hiding?"
"Long story, were you going to have a bath?"
"It can wait, come in, tell me all about it."
I follow her inside, watching the sway of her bottom.
We talk it bit about what I'd been doing but I make no mention of
Lina. How do you tell someone you have the hots for a 14yr old girl?
Anyway, she gets up and announces she's going to have that bath and
would I mind doing her back. Would I mind?, you don't get an
invitation like behind her and soap up her smooth back. She's
oohing and ahhing but you never know with porn actresses whether
they're just putting it on. I move my hands to cup her breasts
and play with her nips. They're good and hard and she turns her
face to give my mouth a little tongue action. I peer down to
her bald pussy, my hand following. She squirms against my hard
dick and says,
"I think we'd be more comfortable on the bed."
I think so too so we get out.
We dry each other and head for the bed, except we don't make it. In
the lounge she stops to give my cock a little sucking and, with a
growl, I pull her to her feet and push her onto all fours over the
settee. I then give it to her hot and hard and she's yelping and
gasping but I don't think it did much for her. All that suppressed
emotion and frustration releases itself and I give poor Isa a half a
gallon.
She's bemused and a bit stunned and I have to munch her out a couple
of times on the bed. I'm then ready to give her a slower, more
considerate fuck and I ride her to a climax. This time she has her
legs locked behind my ass and she humps hard against me. Her whining
and moaning are not faked this time and I even have enough left to
splash into her womb.
I then tell her. She has her arm around me comforting and I'm
sobbing in to her neck like a baby. She doesn't blink at Lina's age
and instead she talks about astral conjunctions and the winds and
tides of fate. I think it's all bunk, Isa is a bit of a space cadet,
but I let her go on and at least it felt good to have shared my
feelings.
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3 days later the foster center calls and says that Lina won't come
out of her room. She's refusing her meals and when am I coming to see
her? I try to tell them that I'm caught up in work but they won't buy
it and in the end I agreed to see her that evening.
She runs out the door and hugs me and sobs into my chest.
"(Russ) Why didn't you come, I missed you, don't you like me anymore?"
I try to tell her that it's not right that we see so much of each
other but she doesn't understand.
"(Russ) But I'd be all alone, please don't leave me," she begs.
I feel like I'm trapped by one of Isa's astral fucking conjunctions.
"(Russ) I'll let you put your thing into me... if that's what you want."
'Jesus Christ,' I thought.
What is a guy supposed to do. Common sense apart, I couldn't just
leave her. She'd caught me in her web of need and she was holding on
as tight as she could. I know a line when I hear it, but she plays
them so well, she almost had me convinced that she would die without
me. Maybe she would.
She'd offered to fuck me as well. I didn't take that seriously
because I know she has a sexual dysfunction. To be honest, though, I
want to. I'd wanted Isa to be Lina when I fucked her over the settee,
wanted it to be Lina's pussy I'd lapped, wanted her legs to have
been around me.
She hungry so I take her to McDonalds. She eats everything on the
menu, bubbling away between mouthfuls. Then she asks me to show her
where I work. I tell her that would not be a good idea but she's
insisting and I'm running out of excuses. So off we go to my studio.
We go in the back way, it's discrete and out of public view. She
bounds up the outside steps like an excited puppy. Now! my studio is
not large and not a patch on Universal but this is the first proper
film studio she's ever seen. It has a double bed and a couch set
up and a few movable flats and curtains. I have a couple of
Betacams , a Digital and a Still and I explain how each one works.
I explain the lights and reflectors and she studies each piece of
apparatus in wide-eyed wonder. She wants to make this her world.
Then we get on to poses and camera angles and I'm telling her how I
make up the shots. I tell her that, unlike what you see, a scene can
take up to several hours to shoot and the actors have to repeat
certain shots from different angles. Then I edit it down to maybe 20
minutes or less, depending on what I've got.
"How does man... keep... up?" she's trying out her English.
I tell her in Russian and English that it's tough on the male to
stay erect for so long and the girl usually helps him to 'warm up'
for the shot. Sometimes he just can't get it up and we have to knock
off for the day and try again tomorrow.
"That is ...funny", and she's giggling and chortling away and the next
thing I'm laughing along with her.
Well!, heck, it IS funny sometimes, seeing these macho guys trying
to coax their limp dicks into action. The next thing she's rolling on
the bed 'posing' and wants me to take pictures of her. 'Not unless I
want to go to jail,' I try to tell her but she pouts, telling me
I don'tthink she's pretty.
So I'm agreeing to take a few 'soft' shots and begin to set
everything up. It's takes about 20 minutes to get the lighting right
for her fair complexion and then we're away. I pose her in a few
'stock' positions and she's a natural in front of the camera. In
no time at all she'swrithing around like a cat and giving me some
'tease' expressions. Her mouth parts just a bit, she licks her
bottom lips, her eyes express wanton desire. As I sit her for
each shot I'm lingering longer, moving her shoulders,arms, legs,
brushing her blond hair back, forward, tousling it. I brush my
finger tips down her face, coaxing certain expressions. It's how
I work, but I'm enjoying myself too. She is an utter fox in front
of the camera and, if she'd been legal, I sure had a star in the
making.
But I can't use any of it of course. She then asks me what the girls
do for their audition tapes and by that time my brains were in my
dick and I'm telling her.
"(Russ) They take off their clothes and, usually, play with
themselves," I say.
"(Russ) Will you show me?" she asks, and the next thing she's
pulling off her gear.
I should have stopped her then, but you know? I'd been hoping it
would come to this ever since she stepped into the studio.
She's down to her panties and those lovely little cones are wobbling
in front of me. I get her to cup them and tease the nipples, like
she's offering them for me to suck. She's running her hand all over
her tummy and down over her thighs. Next, she rubs her hand
exploratively over the gusset of her panties and looks at me.
"Is this...Ok?" She asks in English.
I nod, my mouth is dry and my cock hard.
I so much want to get on the bed with her, but I resist. Instead I
ask her to put her hand inside her panties and she's feeling away
down
there. I encourage her with,
"That's great babe...." And "rub it for me honey," and I wish my
tongue was down there tasting her, stroking those beautiful long legs
and thighs.
Just then the phone rings and I'm saved. I tell her that's enough
and to get dressed while I answer it.
"Eric?, Shapiro," says the phone.
"I just got a hearing date from the DA. This Raymond's copped a plea
and'll go down for willful damage and child molestation. Vasiliy's
put his hand up to everything, apparently he doesn't want to go back
home. That means, I'm afraid, that your little Russki will have to
go back on the next direct flight after that. I rang the center but
they told me she was with you. I hope you are behaving yourself."
"Of course, Frankie", I reply distractedly, "I'll tell her, Ok?"
"Sure, see you."
He rings off.
I'm watching her as she straightens her sweatshirt. It has CAL STATE
written across the front and I see how her breasts seem to be pushing
it out a little further. Was it wishful thinking?, did I want her to
be suddenly older and legal? Fed on American food for the last few
weeks she'd certainly filled out since I'd first laid eyes on her. As
I smile at her the germ of a plan begins to form in my mind.
Katzmarek (C)
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