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Subject: {ASSM} FSU MOB (Former Soviet Union, Mail Order Bride) (Mf, nc, spanking, rape, anal, size, preg)
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NOTICE:

The following is a work of fiction.   None of the people, places, or events 
depicted below are real or actually occurred.  Do not scroll below if you 
are offended by graphic depictions of sexual activities.  By continuing to 
read, you certify that you are over 18 years of age and that reading such 
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these disclaimers are unnecessary, but Google "Karen Fletcher Donora" and 
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Unlawful duplication or use of these materials is prohibited.  All rights 
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FSU MOB (Former Soviet Union, Mail Order Bride) (Mf, nc, spanking, rape, 
anal, size, preg)
by Prometheus
(C)2008

The sound of his ICQ account startled Jack Rutledge as he planned trial 
strategy for an upcoming case.  The little flower in the corner of his 
laptop's screen advised him that Oksana Ivanova was online!

   IVANOVA90:   I have wonderful news!

   JRUTTER:      What is that?

   IVANOVA90:    They gave me a visa!

   JRUTTER:      Great, when can you come?

   IVANOVA90:   As soon as you want me.

   JRUTTER:      I've wanted you a long time Oksana, how about this weekend?

Rutledge could not believe his luck.  In only a few weeks time he'd seduced 
a beautiful and submissive Russian girl online, who now wanted to come to 
America as his guest.

It had all begun innocently enough.  Jack was browsing the Yahoo personals 
at 3 a.m. one morning last month.  He usually looked for some good tit shots 
or bikini pics on the nights he came home from the bars alone.  Feeling 
adventurous, Jack had conducted a search for women in the FSU, former Soviet 
Union, between the ages of 16 and 21.  There were so many scam artist 
trolling the Internet, Jack did not seriously believe that any of these 
beauties were real flesh and blood women available, but his horny cock loved 
beating off to some beautiful Natasha or Anastasia with D-cup tits on an 
A-cup frame.

Jack failed to click the "show profiles with photos only," option and 
several new profiles popped up that he had not seen before.

   CHEERFUL RUSSIAN GIRL SEEKS AMERICAN PEN PAL.  I am Oksana age 21 and 
would like American friend for good conversation.  Please respond with photo 
and details.

Jack laughed as he read the amateurish ad.  "Either this girl is the real 
thing, or I'm going to be writing to some 300 lb. Vladimir," he thought. 
The ad was so short, so simple, that his curiosity was aroused.  The ad was 
too crude to be a scam.  He quickly typed out a reply and hit "send."

Oksana Ivanova was a simple coltish 18 year old girl, who lived in small 
village called Priekule near the Lithuanian border.  She had studied at 
English Proficiency School No. 37, and knew English fairly well.  Following 
the fall of the U.S.S.R., and Latvia's independence, she was looking for a 
way out of her home country, where the 40% Russian minority were now 
discriminated against in every matter involving education, employment, and 
opportunity.

Oksana's crude, photo-less ad did not draw much attention.  She had decided 
to not include photos, so as to not attract the wrong sort of man.  Oksana 
was 5'10", 110 lbs., and had a 34DD bust.  She had very pale white skin, 
blue-grey  eyes, and blonde hair.  She reasoned that not including photos 
would separate men interested in her mind from men interest in her body. 
Little did Oksana know, Jack Rutledge was interested in both.

At home in Priekule, Oksana lived in a crude Soviet era tenement measuring 
barely 75 square meters (800 sq. ft.)., with her mother and father.  Her dad 
had been laid off from the local factory, when all the good jobs were 
reassigned to Latvian nationals.  Her father now sat around the house all 
day, drinking vodka, and slapping her mother around when the mood struck 
him.  Oksana was certain that she had to get out, before she suffered a 
similar fate.  She saved her money from a part time job to spend it all at 
the local Internet café, looking for a white knight to take her out of her 
misery.

The thirty year old Jack Rutledge enjoyed the emails from young Oksana.  He 
played with her mind for several weeks and learned more about Russia and 
Latvia than he ever thought necessary.  She had told him she was 21 and he 
replied that he was 23.   As their conversations grew increasingly intimate, 
he decided to bust the news:


   JRUTTER:      I have a confession to make.

   IVANOVA90:    What is that?

   JRUTTER:      I wasn't completely honest about my age.

   IVANOVA90:   Oh Good!  I was not honest either.

   JRUTTER:      I am thirty.

   IVANOVA90:   Really? I am eighteen.

Jack stared at the screen in disbelief, his prick jumping in his shorts at 
the though of fucking an eighteen year old Slavic hottie.  God, could this 
get any better?

   JRUTTER:      Any second thoughts?

   IVANOVA90:    No.  I wish for older man to teach me the ways of love.

Jack smiled.  Oksana Ivanova was going to be one of the best ever.  He was 
certain of it.

. . .

Oksana arrived at the International terminal three days later.  She wore 
faded jeans with a torn knee, Scandinavian clogs, and a red sleeveless top 
that was a little too snug for her 34DD breasts. Her pale complexion wore no 
makeup.   Oksana did not like the only brands of Latvian makeup that she 
could afford.

She was tired from the flight, but quickly passed through customs.  The 
agent barely looked at her passport and said, "Welcome to America."

Oksana passed into the reception area, looking back and forth for Jack.  She 
did not see anyone resembling him, only a uniformed chauffeur with a woman 
holding a sign that said, "Ivanova" on it.  The well tailored woman 
approached Oksana.

"Ms. Ivanova?"

"Da.  I mean 'yes.'" blushed the shy Russian.

"I am Mr. Rutledge's assistant, Nicole.  Jack was delayed at the courthouse, 
and asked if I could meet you and get you settled in.  Charles here will 
drive us.  Charles, could you get Ms. Ivanova's bag?"

Nicole looked the young Russian over with a critical eye.  Beneath her 
shabby appearance, she definitely had the physical look that Jack preferred: 
tall, slender, and blonde.  Her breasts were absolutely magnificent.  "Jack's 
going to have a fun time with this one," she said to herself.

"My dear, when was the last time you had a manicure and facial?  I'm taking 
you to the spa to get you cleaned up for Jack."

"I do not know this word, 'manicure,' what does it mean?"

"Your nails, your nails," sighed Nicole.  She took the tall blonde's hand in 
her own and critically eyed the young girls fingers.  Oksana blushed.  Her 
plain nails and prodigious cuticles had never been manicured.  If this was 
life in America, she was going to like it.

Nicole was Jack's assistant.  She knew her boss depended on her to make his 
life worry free.  If this waif is waiting on his doorstep when he returned 
tonight, he would not be pleased.  Nicole took the company credit card and 
went to work.  A manicure and facial for Oksana, a make up kit, a trip to 
Neiman's for shoes, stockings, undergarments, a new bra, and dresses, 
skirts, sportswear, and nighties.  The bill came to more than $50,000, 
including the extra items Nicole threw in for herself.  She'd remind Jack to 
thank her later.

Driving home, Nicole asked Charles to slow near a Salvation Army bin. 
Nicole took Oksana's tattered suitcase from the trunk, and asked the 
stunning blonde to throw it in.

"Oh, no.  There are a few things I need."  Oksana carefully opened the bag 
and removed a small icon of St. Nicholas and a Russian prayer book.  She 
grabbed her bag and threw everything else she had owned in her life, with 
these two exceptions, in.  Turning to the car, she caught her reflection in 
the window, her hair coifed, her face painted, the earrings, the St. John's 
dress, and a Channel handbag.  Her own mother would not recognize her, she 
thought.  What a difference a day makes.

Jack arrived home and found Nicole and Oksana chatting in the living room. 
Oksana rushed to Jack, beaming.

"Oh you are here!  Nicole took me shopping!  Thank you!  You like?"  Oksana 
spun innocently about in one of her new outfits, nervously looking at Jack's 
face for a sign of approval.

"You look stunning," smiled Jack.  Oksana gave him a light kiss of thank 
you.

Oksana was absolutely stunning he thought.  A maid prepared appetizers and 
Jack made a Grey Goose martini. Nicole excused herself quickly.

"So are you ready for your training Oksana?" Jack inquired casually, 
stroking the young Russian's thighs.

"Training? How you mean Jack?"  Oksana replied, anxiously.  She had not 
thought that Jack would make any demands on her so quickly, despite the fact 
that Nicole had insisted she wax her pussy and ass for Jack.

"You want to live here with me, and I want to see what kind of wife you will 
make." replied Jack.  "Take your clothes off and let me see your sexy body."

Oksana froze.  This was not what she envisioned when she took up Jack's 
offer to pay her airfare.  "I come to America to marry you Jack, I do not do 
those things before you marry me," she replied in halting English.

"Take those expensive clothes I just paid for off then," replied Jack, 
grabbing Okasna's body and pulling it closer to his own.  Oksana gasped, and 
unzipped her St. John couture outfit off, sliding the expensive dress and 
skirt from her virginal body.

"Welcome to America, Okasna." said Jack.  Her pulled the young Russian 
roughly over his lap, her long legs flayed, revealing her virgin pussy and 
ass to his hungry eyes.

"American wives suck their husband's cock before they leave for work," Jack 
lied, slapping her pale white ass with abandon.  Oksana shrieked and cried. 
Jack pulled the expensive Hanro thong to one side, and stuck a finger in her 
virgin pussy roughly.  "And they meet him at the door with a martini and a 
wet pussy after work, understand?" Jack slapped the terrified Oksana on her 
cunt, between her thighs, and back to the cheeks once more.  He stuffed a 
thumb in Oksana's ass, as he delivered swats directly to her pussy, her long 
legs thrown open wide.  So much for modesty.  "Do?" (slap!) "You?" (slap!) 
"Panimay (understand)?" (slap!) "Me?" (slap!).

"Da.  Da. (Yes.  Yes.)" sobbed Oksana, her pussy and ass inflamed in ways 
that she had never before experienced..

Jack put some Astroglide on a butt plug fetched from the end-table and 
pushed it into Oksana's tiny anus.  The Russian gasped, as her nipples 
stiffed when Jack turned the vibrator on.  Jack fingered her swelling clit, 
before pushing the tall blonde to the floor.

"Kneel," he commanded.

Still crying, Oksana knelt before Jack, still wearing her Jimmy Choo's.

"Take out my cock and show me what a husband pleasing wife you'll be."

Oksana pulled Jack's zipper down and let the huge organ fall before her 
face.  Her heart raced as she looked at Jack's huge veins, pulsing on the 
sides of his distended cock.  Imploring St. Nicholas for help, she wrapped 
her slender manicured hands around the shaft, pulling the foreskin down 
until the cherry red, plum sized glans popped out, drooling its potent 
precum and threatening to make a mess of her makeup. The butt plug hummed in 
her ass, her clit felt warm and bigger than it had ever been before.  "What 
was this man doing to me?  Would anything satisfy him?" the young Russian 
thought.

"Possossi moju konfetku (suck my sweet)," Jack ordered.

Whimpering, Oksana took the penis in her mouth.  Jack grunted and started to 
thrust.  His shaft grew fatter in the young Russian's mouth.  Feeling 
somewhat emboldened, Jack pinched her nostrils shut, as he slid his thick 
shaft deep into Oksana's throat, confident she'd be gasping for air in no 
time at all.  He hit the remote to make her ass plug vibrate even harder.

Jack grunted as he shoved his insatiable cock deep in Oksana' moist mouth. 
He grabbed her tits in each hand and twisted the pale pink nipples in time 
with his assault.  Oksana moaned her approval.  Her breast had not been 
touched by a man in Lativa, and the nasty older Jack was giving her 
pleasurable sensations she had not previously conceived possible.

Oksana moaned as the big cock in her mouth began to throb in time with the 
vibrating ass plug in her virgin dirt chute.  Jack grabbed the young Oksana's 
head in his hand and began to fuck her mouth.  She grunted in approval as 
the bloated tip of Jack's' cock went in an out of her wet, horny mouth.

Tugging his swollen cock from the young Russian's mouth, Jack threw Oksana 
across the bed.  Grabbing the young Russian's ass cheeks, Jack pulled them 
apart and looked on her pink anus with lust.  Oksana whimpered as she 
contemplated Jack's lurid desires.

Grabbing a tube of K-Y, Jack lubricated young Oksana's ass and his rampant 
cock.  The young girl cried as he forced the enormous head into her tiny 
shit hole.  "Nyet!" she cried.

"Poshol ty na khuy (sit on a prick)!" Jack laughingly replied, groaning as 
his bloated cock slid deep into Oksana's anus.  He felt the warmth of her 
bowels envelop his distended prick, and grunted in appreciation.  He planned 
to pound this Latvian bitch's anus into submission.  Jack watched as her 
stretched sphincter moved in and out in time with his thrusts.  Okasana 
groaned as Jack pinched her nipples, pulling her large breasts towards her 
bent knees. She arched her back in submission, giving his enormous cock 
greater access to her virginal ass.  Her pussy was gaping and wet.  Oksana 
began to moan in time with his thrusts, "Da (yes), da (yes)."  Jack 
proceeded to pound the young girl's ass for half an hour.

Popping out of Oksana's ass, Jack laughed as the young Russian climbed 
astride his massive cock, hanging her swollen tit flesh to his face.  He'd 
dreamed of having big tits like this to play with while his cock was milked, 
and he had no intention to wasting this opportunity.  Oksana groaned as Jack 
bit and pinched her massive breasts.  She had no idea a man could be so 
rough with her, or that she could enjoy such pain as pleasurable.  Jack 
twisted her nipples till she groaned, pulling her milky fun bags obscenely. 
Oksana stuck Jack's big prick deep in her cunt, while she ground her swollen 
clit even harder against Jack in response, St. Nicholas be damned.

Jack grabbed Oksana's tiny hips and forced her deep onto his swollen cock. 
Her tits shook in time with Jack's urgent upward thrusts.  She leaned 
forward and let her lurid lips kiss and wet Jack's mouth, his rampant penis 
sawing in and out of her once virginal cunt.

Oksana ground her clit hard against the urgent thrusting of Jack's prick. 
"I will be a good American wife," she resolved.  "I will do all you require 
Jack. . .  Da!  Da!" she panted, as yet another orgasm coursed through her 
body.

Jack Rutlege began to slap the innocent young Russian's tits in time with 
his thrusts.  He felt his copious seed pool in his balls and slowly begin 
its climb through his distended shaft.

"I'm going to come Oksana." Jack shouted.

"Da!  Da!  Cum for me!"

Jack pulled the beautiful blonde's hips down on this thighs, as he released 
a prodigious amount of cum onto her cervix and into her uterus.  The naive 
young Russian girl did not even consider the possibility of pregnancy, as 
Jack emptied his fertile balls, coating her vagina and womb with a copious 
amount of highly fertile seed.

Jack felt young Oksana lean forward, pressing her breast against his chest. 
He played with Oksana's well used ass, as he considerd how he might dominate 
and discipline the young Latvian in the future.  "Welcome to America, Oksana 
Ivanova.  Welcome to America."

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