Hot Russian Blonde

My Russian business associate called asking me if I was pleased with Okisana and if I was interested in another beautiful young woman. I replied ” Yes.” I flew to Kiev and went to a party my Russian friend was having. I was introduced to Olga a beautiful blonde, 26 years old, slim hot body, small perky breasts and 5′ 6″ tall. Standing beside me, Olga feels me slide my arm firmly around her waist in a possessive gesture. Annoyed by my egotism, Olga glances at me and is greeted by my wolfish grin. My rugged looks and confident air produced a sexual allure that she has trouble ignoring. Her nostrils flare as she caught an exhilarating whiff of my lust. Responding her nipples hardened with excitement. It aggravated her that she is physically attracted to this stranger and that her body responded so eagerly to me. Olga is single never married not dating and is seriously looking for a older man for marriage. Her career as a teacher is ahead of everything else and she is not interested in developing any romantic relationships with a Russian man. I’m busy mounting any bitch that will stand still long enough for me to fuck, I’m not interested in having a serious relationship with anyone, since my sixth divorce.

Olga glances into my green eyes discovering a glint of passionate promise. Her pussy dampens with unbearable anticipation. Biting her lip, she tries to discourage her body from reacting so wantonly to me. Her heartbeat hammering in her chest like a cornered quarry as I pull her into an embrace. My lips pressing against hers, then covering her mouth with demanding hunger. Instinctively, she submits to the forceful domination of my lips and returns my kiss with primal intensity. The sparks of sexual chemistry between us ignites into a erotic sensuous fire of desire. As our kiss grows more passionate my tongue slides into her mouth wrestling her into submission. My hand sliding from her waist down to her buttocks. I squeeze it as her body melds into me. My raging erection pressing against her. Breaking the kiss, I growl, ” Library, now.”

Olga nods, panting. Her pussy has an overwhelming need for my cock that her womb aches. Olga surrenders to her primal urge to be fucked. A young Russian man that has been sniffing around Olga earlier steps into our path. Grinding his teeth, he issued an unspoken challenge to my claim to her. My eyes flash with icy contempt. Accepting the challenge, I snatchd the champagne glass from young man’s hand. I gulp its contents never breaking eye contact, daring the pup to take action. Handing the empty glass back to the whelp, I curl my lip in a silent threat. The overt act of domination intimidated the young man. He lowered his gaze, but didn’t step out-of-the-way quickly enough so I push him aside. With puppy-dog eyes, he looked at me for a sympathetic pat on the head, but Olga is repelled by his weakness. Olga walked down the hall after me. Her perky breasts bouncing playfully in her tight sweater like excited puppies while her ass wiggles wantonly with each step.

Olga hesitates in the open doorway of the library. A part of her brain urges retreat. A tryst with an American stranger will complicate her status in Russia. Yet, she craves me. The horny wet heat of her cunt discloses her physical need to be fucked by wealthy alpha male. Her extreme horniness clouds all rational thought. Animal lust won out. Olga enters the room and closes the door. Her legs trembling with fear and excitement as she leans against the door to regain her composure. The latch audibly snaps as she locks it. I’m waiting by the window. My arms crossed impatiently across my chest. Moonlight reflecting off the snow outside, flooding the room with enough ambient light to make artificial illumination unnecessary. I look at her with primal rage. The lust in my eyes reveals how much I want to fuck her. My voice is thick with arousal as I snarl, ” Strip Olga.”

Silently, she unzips her skirt letting it drop to her feet. Pulling her red sweater over her head, she drops it on the floor. Unhooking her bra letting it fall. Olga watches as my gaze prowls over her bare breasts then tracking down her body to lurk between her stocking-clad thighs to her black panties clinging to her wet cunt. ” You are such a hot sexy bitch,” I growl. My eyes locking with hers in a dominate stare as I sniff the air. Picking up her sexual scent, I grin at her knowingly. Slowly, she walks towards me like she is stalking prey. She feels very feminine and sexy as her perky breasts jiggle with each step. Hissing with delight, she tweaks her rigid pink buds between her forefingers and thumbs. Olga has never felt such raw sexual power, so primal and so animalistic.

I pounce like a hungry cat in waiting, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her hungrily. Reaching for one of her breasts, I cup it caressing her smooth sensitive skin. I gently but firmly squeeze it. Waves of undeniable lust races up her spine as I roll her hard, sensitive nipple with my thumb. I smile as she moans, appreciating her response. I lash her nipple with the tip of my tongue before capturing it between my lips. Olga hisses arching her back as I ravish her nipple, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Running her hands through my hair, she encourages me to suckle. She purrs, ” That’s it, that’s it.” The hard painful swelling of my cock is pressing against her. Olga is enthralled by it. Rumors, fueled by women that have dated me, abound in social society and in an email from Okisana about the massiveness of my manhood. Olga had dismissed the tales as myth, but still she can’t get the imagined image of my cock out of her head. Olga reaches down and squeezes my massive bulge. Fascinated by its hardness, she pushes me away from her breasts.

Startled, I growl my objection. A wicked smile comes to my as Olga drops to her knees in front of me rubbing the thick tube resting in my trousers. I lean back against the conference table watching her with knowing eyes. Olga tugs my zipper down watching and gasping as my cock emerges from confinement like a coiled python, inches from her face. Her jaw drops, the rumors and stories about my cock are true. It is double the size of any other cock she has seen in the flesh. Barely wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she stares at it. Olga is mesmerized by its sheer size, its shape, its thickness, its length, it’s cock head and the cob web blue veins surrounding it. Stunned, she looks up into my eyes. I return her gaze with a discerning half-grin giving her a silent commanding nod.