
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 
authors 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 authors 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. Im 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 Sophias secretions. As Sophia emerges Im 
idly stroking myself, the duvet thrown aside, as its 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, whats 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, Ill be happy to fill in any time you want.
Ill 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 Im 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. Sophias pussy recovers enough to accept fingers, tongue and cock. We 
go for long walks, hip to hip, our hands cupping each others asses when no ones 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 others underwear.


She comes with her eyes wide open, her ass bucking against my fingers, her mouth open. She pants and 
squirms but doesnt 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 theres 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. 
Im glad shes driving the VW as Im 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 were both ready to fuck. Its 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. Thats when I see 
that her eyes are moist with tears. 


After some gentle persuasion she tells me what has upset her.
I dont want this to end. She says between sniffles. I tell her I dont 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 dont 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 shes flying around the world and Im 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. Its a lucrative 
little niche and Im 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 others 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, shed wake me up with her mouth or hand and ask me 
to come aboard. Mostly shed 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 ohoh baby oh like that honey, shed 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 shed treat me to blow job.


I heard from Janine about a year ago. Shed left her husband, finally, after she had stumbled into her 
daughters 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 
shed 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, 
whod 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 shed 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 couldnt 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. Shed 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. Im sorry, I just cant 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 shes 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 shes gone again and the same thing happens. 
I just cant 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 dont tell her where I live, Okay? You can tell her Im very happy, Im 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 dont 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, its just a playhouse for the stars and others. If your Lina is living 
there shes probably being fucked up all day.
Can you get her out?
How?
I dont know, is cocaine still illegal?
Of course but shell 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. Shes over 18 right?
Yes.
Then unless you can prove illegal detainment theres not much I can do.
What about busting the supplier? I asked him.
Same story. Its a revolving door here, you should know that. We bust them then theyre 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, Ill have a word with Immigration and see if we can sort out something. Hey! If you have 
anymore messes, call a shrink instead, okay? Im too fucking busy.
Sure thing Shapiro. And I rang off.


That night I tell Sophia about what has been happening. Shes 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. Shes agreed to a holiday out of the country for a while. Listen, Ive called in a lot of markers for 
you, I hope shes worth it.
Youre a peach, Shapiro.
Fuck off Eric. Then he was gone.


She duly arrives through the gate at Frankfurt Airport. However shes not alone. With her is a weedy guy 
with loser written all over his bad skin. Theyre 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 nobodys home. When we get to our apartment they disappear into the spare 
room and dont 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 
hes 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. Im 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 Sophias form in front of me suckling little Bella so it can only be 
Lina. I stifle a little panic and tap lightly on Sophias 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.
Ill find her a rehab somewhere, I tell her before she opens her mouth, I cant do anything for her here.
Why does it have to be you, Eric. You didnt 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, Ill get her into rehab and thats it, alright? Sophia snorted in reply.


It takes me another day to find a private rehab center. Its going to cost a lot of money but Im 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 cant 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 cant help thinking how used she must be to institutions like this. 
When I leave she doesnt 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 hes trying to describe to me changes in the brain chemistry. Its 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 dont think she was convinced.
Did I come? I ask.
I dont 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 didnt 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 theres a bit of feeling left but I dont see her that way anymore. Sophia I dont 
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, dont 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 weve 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 thats 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.


Im getting ready for work about 7 the next morning when I get a call from the rehab center.
Herr Bashoff ? Im 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 didnt know Lina very well, I thought dumbly.

 





