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Subject: {ASSM} The American Cuckold (MF, affair, voy, anal, humil)
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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 
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The American Cuckold (MF, affair, voy, anal, humil)
by Prometheus
(C)2008

Frank Archer stared at the phone bill in disbelief.  "Five hundred thirty 
seven dollars, what the fuck?" he thought impatiently.  Frank always paid 
his bills on-line, and the cellphone bill had never been more than half that 
amount, even with the rather expensive iPhone he had bought Svetlana.

Frank Archer was a middle aged retail banker for Bank of America in 
Shreveport, Louisiana.  He'd applied for other jobs and promotions for 
years, but his lack of major clients and passive attitude had kept him from 
moving up.  He'd finally accept that, at age 45, he'd never make more than 
$50,000 a year.  Still he enjoyed his life, and his beautiful young Russian 
wife Svetlana.

Svetlana Yakimenko was a slender brunette from Chelyabinsk, a city on the 
east side of the Ural Mountains, on the Miass River.  Like so many of her 
friends, she had sought a wealthy sponsor to get her our of Russia to the 
west.  Despite her best efforts, Frank Archer was the best she could 
seemingly do.  No one from the west desired to travel to Cheylabinsk.  No 
one that is, but Frank.  Still he had his charms.  Despite his short stature 
and slightly foul breath, he worshiped the ground Sveta walked on.  When all 
of his pawing and touching led to a night in his hotel room, Svetlana was 
pleased to find his "kher" (penis) was large and stiff.   The eager, 
inexperienced Frank fucked Svetlana six times, cuming quickly each time, 
before he rested.  "Well he may not be rich, but he can keep me from being 
bored," thought Sveta.  Or so she thought.

The wedding before a civil notary, and the fiance visa applications, were 
all taken care of quickly.  Soon Svetlana found herself in a mid-century 
ranch, living in the Shreveport suburbs bored to tears.  She busied herself 
by learning English, finding the local Russian network, and learning how to 
drive.  Her new friends, Inna and Galina, both worked at Harrah's casino on 
the boats and they promised to find Sveta a job as soon as her green card 
came through.  Sveta worked first as a waitress, and was quickly sent to 
dealer's training and assigned a roulette wheel on the main floor.

Svetlana loved her new job as a croupier.  The casino had her wear high 
heels, black hose, a short skirt and a bustier that pushed her D-cup titties 
together and up over the cups.  As she called the play and waived her hands 
saying, "No more bets!" Sveta could feel a tingle in her pussy as more men 
watched her at the table than the spinning roulette wheel.  The $100 tips 
the players threw her were wonderful too.

Frank sat home alone for the fifth night this week, staring at the phone 
bill.  There were 2,000 text messages last month to a phone number in the 
214 area code, Dallas, Texas, that he did not recognize.  He called his 
friend, Jim Travis, a private investigator.

"Hey Jim, it's Frank."

"Frank old man!  How you doing?  How's that beautiful Russian of yours?" 
Everyone in town new about Frank and his unlikely success with the beautiful 
Svetlana.

"Actually, that's what I'm calling about.  I'm looking at a 72 page long 
phone bill with about 2,000 text messages from Sveta to a phone number I've 
never seen."

"Want me to run a check on it, or set up a surveillance?  We can put a GPS 
on her car you know."

"Let's do all three.  I've got a little money set aside, but something is 
not right.  She's been staying out all hours, she's changed her underwear 
style.  I even found a receipt from Frederick's of Hollywood, and I know 
that was not for me."

"You've got it buddy, I'll email the forms and get one of my investigators 
on this in the  morning."

Travis hung up the phone with a smirk.  He wondered if that sexy Svetlana 
Archer was pulling tricks at the casino, and made a note to buy one if 
available.  This was going to call for some detailed photo and video 
surveillance for sure.  He'd soon have a new addition to his private video 
collection, he hoped.

Frank kept staring at the phone bill.   There were text messages at 2 a.m., 
at 4 a.m.  One day she started texting at 10 a.m. and text'd every few 
minutes until three in the morning the following day.   He fell asleep, 
nervously wondering where Sveta was.  His bloated cock would get no relief 
tonight.

The next night, Jim Travis watched through a high powered lens as Sveta 
kissed an older man in an expensive suit in the parking lot of Harrah's. 
She leaned back against a Jaguar sedan and let the taller man rub her breast 
and push his hands up her skirt.  Travis radioed his assistant with the 
plate numbers, which came back registered to a law firm in Dallas: 
Rutledge, Smith & Wannamaker.  The assistant read the biographies from a 
website to Jim, and emailed a photo of the most likely candidate.  "Bingo!" 
said Jim.  Putting the binoculars back to his eyes, "Hello, Jack Rutledge, 
you lucky bastard."  He chuckled.

Sveta knelt between the cars and pulled Jack's hard cock from his pants. 
The swollen veins throbbed as her Russian mouth engulfed the fat tip and 
swirled around his foreskin.  She loved the lawyer's salty, uncut prick.  It 
remindend her of the men back home.  Jack grabbed her face and began to fuck 
her mouth, groaning in time with his thrusts.

Jack could not believe the young sexy Svetlana had fallen for him so 
quickly.  He'd just stayed over at the casino on a lark, when the tall, sexy 
croupier had caught his eye.  She'd had a friend look up his room number, 
and appeared at his door after her shift ended, in her uniform and no 
panties.  Jack loved the way the slender Russian would squat over his hips 
and bounce herself up and down on his fat prick squealing "Da, da!"  He'd 
made the trip back to Shreveport several weekends in a row now to sample 
more of the sexy Sveta.

Jim Travis turned on the video recorder and rubbed his swollen prick, as 
Jack bent Svetlana over the hood of his Jag.  He could see a huge cock 
worthy of a porn video plowing into the lanky brunette from behind.  "God, I 
should have brought the sound boom," he thought.  He alternated glances 
between the binoculars and the video monitor.  Finally giving in to his 
growing desire, he unzipped his jeans, holding the binoculars with his left 
hand as he fisted his steel hard prick with his right.

"Oh God, Oh, Oh Jack, fuck me!" panted Svetlana.  "Oh, I'm cuming, I'm 
cummmming!" Sveta squealed as she felt her pussy contract and squeeze the 
massive organ deep in her cunt.

Jack continued to thrust for another ten minutes, his thumb sunk deep in the 
Russian beauty's anus, as she continued to squeak and groan.  Several people 
passed them in the parking lot, stealing nervous glances.  Feeling his cum 
rising, Jack pulled his cock out abruptly, and began to work it into the 
creamy Russian's tight ass.

"I want your asshole, baby!" Jack grunted.

"Da!  Da!  Fuck my ass."

Svetlana felt the big intruder stretching her tiny dirt ring to its limits. 
Her tits were pushed out of her bustier and her nipples were hard and erect 
on the cold steel of Jack's hood.

Jack watched the pink ring of Sveta's anus suck in and out with each thrust. 
He decided he'd finish here, then take her up to his suite for some more 
leisurely fucking.  He would not be satisfied until he had left his cum in 
all three holes.

Jim Travis zoomed the lens in on the slender Russian's ass.  Her cheeks 
quivered in time with each thrust of her lover's prick.  He watched her arch 
her back, and her big tits and swollen nipples came into view.  The speed of 
his hands increased as his dick throbbed to a massive climax.  "Oh, fuck!" 
shouted Travis.  His cock erupted, squirting his salty jizz all over the 
steering wheel and dash.  "Fuck!"

Jack noisily popped his cock out of Sveta's gaping ass, and shoved it deep 
into her pussy with one swift movement.  Grabbing her nipples, he pulled her 
tits to her knees,  leaving her bent over and wobbling on her high heels for 
balance.  Sveta groaned at her naughty lover's rough play.  Her pussy was 
wet and open, making sloppy noises as Jack churned her cunt juice into 
butter.

Pushing his dick as far up the sexy Russian croupier's cunt as it would go, 
Jack flipped Sveta on her back and began his final assault, pinching her 
nipples and her clit, as his cock swelled even larger.  Jim Travis watched 
in disbelief as the slender Russian's tits swung in time with the brutal 
fucking she was receiving; he zoomed in on the stiff puckered nipples 
illuminated by the parking lights in the distance.

"I'm going to cum Sveta!" Jack panted.  "Are you ready?"

"Da! Da!  Cum for me," Svetlana replied breathlessly, another climax 
approaching.

Jack felt a surge through his balls as a massive load of sperm and semen 
shot through his bloated prick and into the sexy young woman.  Seeing stars, 
Jack counted the shots, eight in all, coating Sveta's cervix and womb with 
his potent seed.   He panted, unstable on his feet for the first time that 
evening.

. . .

Frank jumped when Svetlana put the key in the door.  Jim Travis had called 
and given him all but the most lurid details.  He glanced at the clock, it 
was four in the morning.

"Frank what are you doing?"  Sveta asked, startled by his presence.

"I was going to ask you the same thing," Frank replied.  "Have fun tonight?"

"Hard night at work, I need to take a shower."

"Then take you clothes off." replied Frank, approaching her.

"What do you mean, 'take my clothes off'?" demanded Svetlana.

"I think you know exactly what I mean Sveta.  I think you have another man's 
cum in your vagina, and I want to see it."  Frank replied, a slight quiver 
in his voice.

Staring at him angrily, Sveta pulled her short black skirt up slowly, 
exposing her closely trimmed bush, her swollen well-fucked labia were open 
and distended.  A six inch creampie string of Jack's cum hung between them, 
like a white stalactite.

"Is this what you want to see, you pathetic little man?  Look how well my 
pussy was fucked tonight, you loser!" she shouted.

Frank's pulse stopped as he stared transfixed by Sveta's ravished cunt. 
Despite himself, he felt his cock hardening in his pajama's.  He felt 
powerless and weak in the knees.

"Look at your little cock getting hard.  Lay down on the floor and suck me 
clean you durak (fool)!" Sveta shrieked, finally releasing her frustation 
and anger with the hapless Frank.

Whimpering, Frank lay down on the living room floor, as Svetlana straddled 
him and lowered her pungent cunt on his face.  "Suck my pussy dry little 
man!  Clean my holes!"

Frank began to chew and suck the young Russian lewdly, his cock tenting in 
his drawstringed pants.  Copious amounts of cum began to run from Sveta's 
pussy and ass, as he alternated between the two, choking to swallow it all. 
He wondered how many men must have fucked her to leave such a prodigious 
load.

Svetlana enjoyed Frank's tongue on her flexing butthole and clit.  Jack 
Rutledge had left her quite sore, and little Frank's soft pink tongue was 
cleaning her up quite well.  She pulled her husband's circumsized cock from 
his PJ's and began to stroke it in time with his licks.  Maybe she could 
train this little American to satisfy her better.  She felt another orgasm 
building, as Frank sucked her weary clitoris while pulling her tender labia 
apart.  Sveta gave herself one last cum, as another half cup of Jack's load 
dropped out and landed on Frank's face with a splat, coating his face and 
momentarily blinding him.  Groaning, Frank began to cum himself, shooting 
his sticky load over Svetlana's well manicured hands.

Grabbing him by the hair, Svetlana made Frank lick her hand clean.  "Now 
clean yourself up and get into bed."  She ordered, "I have to work tomorrow, 
so no more questions, idiota (idiot)!"  Frank watched helplessly as the tall 
Russian walked to the bedroom, wearing nothing but high-heels, her hips 
swinging, with her well used pussy visible between the firm cheeks of her 
ass.

Frank sighed and obeyed.  Tomorrow would be another day. 

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