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Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story Title : "Coming to America"
Last Revision November 1999
PART 3 OF 3
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Coming to America (MF, mast, alcohal, nc?)
by Kristen
Nikki - Truly happy at last
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Scott was drunk. He'd had a terrible day, and he just
wanted to lose himself in a funk of alcohol. He was
sick at heart, and felt that he just couldn't take it
any more.
He knew that he was one of the most successful business
men in the world, but sometimes everything just seemed
to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and drown
himself in sorrow for a day or two. It never made him
feel better, but he just couldn't help himself. He
guessed it was his one serious character flaws.
---
Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams on the
phone for almost a day and a half. She felt terrible
about putting him off the other day.
He'd wanted to take her on a picnic and she'd been
pretty caviler with him - telling him that she had
shoots to do and that he knew this, and wasn't he
supposed to be doing something in San Francisco?
She'd even mocked him a little for his childish
behavior.
She regretted it now. He'd taken off anyway and no one
seemed to know where he'd gone.
Finally, Nikki called Ben Buccannon, who was like a
grandfather to the young woman. He'd told her that
Scott sometimes needed to get way from the pressures
of work, and that he had a little rustic cabin in
upstate New York where he had probably gone to for
the weekend.
Nikki could tell that Ben wanted her to seek out his
colleague and make him feel better. Nikki's guilt was
such that she wanted to see him too, and make apologies
if possible.
Scott was 39 years old to Nikki's 19, and there had
been no romantic content in their relationship, at
least on Nikki's part. Nikki was happy with her new
life, and her lover Rachel was keeping her well oiled
as far a sex was concerned. So the thought had never
entered her pretty young head that this successful
older man, "her boss," would have romantic feelings
for her. But if she had given the subject any deep
thought, Nikki would have seen the signs before.
She knew that she was sexy-looking - in her business
one heard that constantly. But after doing photo
shoots for a while, and having people telling you that
you're beautiful all the time, it began to lose its
meaning.
Nikki didn't think she was that exceptional, she
thought her roommate was more exotic looking than
she was, and she had said it over and over again.
Rachel's African heritage, and great genes combined
to make one of the most pleasing bodies Nikki had
ever seen.
The young woman stopped thinking about her nubile
roommate and brought her thoughts back to the problem
at hand. She couldn't understand why a man like Scott
would go off the 'deep end' like that. But she did
know that she liked him, and that she owed him her
happiness, and was determined to get to the bottom of
things.
Nikki had just gotten her driver's license two months
before. There was a time in her life that she hadn't
even considered driving a car. Much less the sleek
silver Jaguar coupe that hummed under her as she drove
out of Manhattan heading for the mountains (or what
passed for mountains in New York State), occasionally
glancing at her map to keep orientated.
Mr. Buccannon had tried to insist that a company
limousine drive her, but Nikki felt the need to get
away from the city, and its trappings. She was, after
all, a country girl herself. She'd grown up in a
village in outer Russia, isolated and insulated from
the outside world. And even though she had never
regretted her move to America, she still missed the
majesty and silence of the mountains and forests of
her ancestral homeland.
Nikki had started her trip with the top down, and the
city temperature hovering around 88 degrees. She was
told that it was unusually hot for September, and she
agreed. But as she reached the foothills the tempera-
ture dropped noticeably. And as she continued up the
mountain road and dusk began to fall, Nikki had to
stop to turn on the automatic mechanism to bring the
canvas roof into place over her head, and latched it
down.
Then driving for another hour brought her to the
little hamlet that Benjamin Buccannon had told her
would be there. Nikki pulled into the parking lot of
a 7-11 and walked inside.
The girl at the counter looked up, and then did a
double take.
Nikki asked, "Can you please tell me if Ravens Lake
is to the right? I think it is, but I just want to
make sure I don't get lost in the dark."
The girl behind the counter stared... mouth agape, and
mumbled, "Huh-huh, it's that way. Are you who I think
you are?" The girl had pointed down the road to the
right, but she looked like she might not have paid
attention to Nikki's question.
Nikki was used to hero worship, and knew how to handle
it. "If you mean am I Nikki, then yes I am, but if you
thought I might be your cousin, well... that's possible
too, because my family lives in the country too."
She smiled at the girl's surprised expression.
After autographing her picture on the cover of the
current Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where
she thought it was, she hopped back into her sports
car (with the sales clerk following her every move
through the window) and sped down the road.
---
The place was dark when she arrived. The cabin was
small, but well positioned on the side of a hill over-
looking the lake. Nikki couldn't make out much in the
way of features in the dark, so she parked the car at
the roadside and walked up the track. It took about
10 minutes to reach the cabin. During that climb, she
kept her eyes on the place looking for any sign of
life.
When she finally reached the cabin door, having knocked
several times, Nikki walked around the structure
wondering where Scott might have gone. Maybe he hadn't
been there after all -- maybe Ben had been mistaken.
The young Russian woman kept knocking at the door, then
decided that her friend and boss must not be there.
Nikki decided to see if she could get into the cabin,
planning to stay the night and then head back to town
the next day. Trying the door, she found that it wasn't
locked. 'Strange that someone would leave their home
unlocked when they did not live there year around,'
she thought.
Nikki walked into the place and tried the light switch,
and it worked. The cabin lit up with a cheery soft
light that made the young woman feel instantly safe and
somehow at home. She explored the four rooms and bath,
then made a sandwich, took a hot relaxing bath and went
to bed.
She picked the master bedroom. The bed had been slept
in, and Nikki could smell Scott's after-shave on the
sheets. She liked the thought that she was sleeping on
his rumpled sheets, and besides, she liked his smell.
It had been a long day for the young woman and she
drifted off to sleep is less time than it takes to say
it. Dreaming dreams of clear air, and pine-scented
woods...
---
Nikki was jolted into wakefulness as the bed she was
sleeping on began to bounce. Someone had just thrown
them self onto the bed. It was obviously a man, a very
drunk man.
Nikki instinctively knew that it was Scott, and her
fear fell away, and was replaced by guilt and shame
that she had hurt him, maybe even making him come here
to lick his wounds. Tears welled as she reached for
her friend.
"Scott?"
She touched him and realized that she was feeling naked
skin. Carefully she ran her hand down his arm until she
touched his stomach. He was naked! Oops, how embarras-
sing.
Here she was uninvited, an intruder, and there he was
naked, expecting to crash out on his own bed and sleep
off his drunk. What should she do?
The answer wasn't left up to Nikki, as Scott felt the
hand on his stomach, his drunken state made him react
without rational thought. He reached down and caught
the delicate hand resting on his stomach and pushed it
to his crotch.
He didn't give any thought to why someone was in his
bed, or even if that someone was a man or woman. He
only reacted in his state to the touch of another
human being's hand on his hot, naked flesh.
Nikki was taken aback, as she felt her hand maneuvered
to Scott's sexual organ. He insistently rubbed her
open hand up and down his penis obviously wanting
stimulation.
At first, Nikki tried to pull her hand free. She had
never thought to be in this position with her boss,
and knew that it wasn't a good thing to be caught in
the boss's bed. But he was raging drunk and would not
let her go.
Nikki thought that maybe if she masturbated him to
orgasm he'd fall asleep and she could sneak out and
he wouldn't remember. The whole thing reminded her of
a similar experience that she'd had on a Lear Jet
coming to America, not more than a year ago.
The thought that men were pigs flew fleetingly through
her mind, but the difference this time was that she
liked this man, she respected him, and owed him her
happiness. So why not make him feel better, besides,
his current state was probably her fault anyway.
So Nikki gently wrapped her long delicate fingers
around Scott's thickening erection and she began to
slowly pump up and down on his shaft. She held firmly
to the skin, moving it up and down over the nerve-rich
glans that wrapped around his engorged man-tool.
Scott obviously liked her doing this, and turned on
his side facing her. He brought his mouth to hers and
began a very sloppy French kiss. Nikki could smell his
favorite liquor on his breath as he forced his tongue
between her lips. She thought, 'Well, I've always
liked his Kentucky mash whisky, I wonder if I can get
high on his saliva?' It almost tasted like pure whisky.
Nikki was a little frightened by Scott's urgent
kissing, and she increased her hand movements between
his legs, hoping to get him off before anything
happened that they might both regret in the morning.
What Nikki couldn't know, in her limited experience
with sex, is that alcohol and orgasms don't mix. Scott
wasn't about to have an orgasm, no matter how long
Nikki pumped on his erect cock. He could last as long
as he wanted to.
If he'd been sober, he probably would have come at the
touch of the beauty's skin on his, but Scott wasn't
thinking, wasn't even aware who he was with.
All he knew was that he wanted to fuck. He'd wanted
to fuck for a long time, and with that thought running
through his alcohol-soaked brain, Scott rolled on top
of Nikki's smaller body, pushing between her naked
legs.
Scott's aggressive move took Nikki's breath away. She
knew as she felt Scott brush her hand away from his
massive hard-on, and as he mounted her, that he was
going to have sex with her. Short of knocking him out
with a lamp, she was going to have to take it.
This was only the third time Nikki had been with a man.
The first was with a boy her own age, the second a
lecher who had practically raped her, and now, with a
handsome millionaire, so drunk he didn't even recognize
her.
But she was wrong about his state of mind.
Scott had had a lot to drink, but he knew who she was.
He'd tried to pull away from her, he was going to get
up and leave the room, but when Nikki grasped his cock,
he'd almost jumped through the roof. And when she
started to masturbate him, he couldn't help himself.
He'd been attracted to the girl ever sense he'd first
laid eyes on her. He'd wanted to have sex with her,
like every other male in the world, but always forced
the feeling way down inside. Now with her hand on him,
his inhibitions were gone, and his hormones where
raging, demanding to be sated.
Nikki couldn't know what she'd done had made all this
happen, all she knew was that she was going to get
fucked by her boss, and that everything was going to
be different from then on.
She was frightened -- her heart was pounding in her
lovely chest as Scott raised his buttocks into the air
and positioned his swollen cock at the unprotected
opening -- and then he thrust himself into her little
piece of heaven.
She felt exactly as he'd imagined -- she was so tight
and moist and hot. He could feel her vaginal walls
expand around his shaft as he penetrated her, and
grasp him tightly as he bottomed out inside of her.
He had known that she would be so fine, but as his
stomach came to rest against hers his eyes opened and
he said, "Nikki, I love you."
Nikki was shocked into stillness as she realized that
the man on top of her -- the man thrust deeply inside
of her wasn't so drunk that he didn't know what he was
doing to her.
She didn't know how to react, although the first
thought was to stop him. She wasn't on the pill. She
didn't need to be with Rachel, and she knew that she
would be ruined if he made her pregnant. But at the
same time she realized that she loved this man, and
could not stop what was happening between them, no
matter what the consequences might be.
So, like many women before her and many after, Nikki
threw caution to the wind and lay back to enjoy the
sensations of the moment. She would always remember
the feeling of making love for the first time with
the man she loved. It was so different than her other
experiences with sex.
She wanted his body -- she wanted him to fill her, to
spread her wide. His muscles rippled as he humped into
her, while she ran her hands over his back and buttocks.
He felt so wonderful as he moved inside of her.
Scott couldn't believe he was doing this! Sure, he'd
wanted it for a long time, but to actually be doing it
with her magnificent body, with her lovingly accepting
him.
They were as one. He'd thrust into her, and at the same
instant she'd push back to meet him. As their movements
increased in speed, Nikki wrapped her long, shapely
legs around his heaving body and lost herself in the
sensation of his sexual friction against her fevered
insides and as the rhythm built, both reached the top
in perfect unison.
From somewhere far away Nikki heard her familiar cry
of joy; the one that Rachel had heard so many times,
as an exceptionally wonderful orgasm would rack her
young body. This time, Nikki's orgasm was enhanced by
Scott's throbbing tool releasing his man-cream deep
inside her. She thought that she could actually feel
him splashing his sperm deep inside her, or was she
imagining it?
"Oh how marvelous," Nikki said in a breathless shaky
voice. She held Scott's sweat-soaked body to her as
they both drifted off to sleep.
Scott's last conscious though was, 'Hmmm great way to
go to sleep, I think I'll stay snuggled inside my
honey all night..."
Both were smiling contentedly.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Nikki was finally home. Now she was completely happy
in America. Her family was doing well, she was able to
send enough money so they could live anywhere they
wanted too and live like kings.
Her family wanted to come back to Russia, so Nikki
would have to talk Scott into taking a vacation there
with her...
Yes, Nikki was truly happy, she had many friends, a
wonderful job, and Scott and Rachel were wonderful
lovers... life was good!
FINI
Thank you Professor Stephen for your continued support.
You're a real sweetie!
(c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker
Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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