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This three part story was originally written in 1997, but has been revised by
Kristen
recently. It will probably be her last for a while since she and her boyfriend
are now
heading overseas. So enjoy. I liked it a lot, it was sad but with a happy
ending. --
Storiesman
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Archive name: America1.txt (MF, mast, reluc-intercourse)
Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker
Story Title : "Coming to America"
Last Revision November 1999
PART 1 OF 3
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Copyright (c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Please do
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Coming to America (MF, mast, reluc-intercourse)
by Kristen
This is a story about a young woman's odyssey: Dis-
covered in a small village in rural Russia, Nikki
finds herself in the fast lane in New York City as
an up-and-coming fashion super-model, literally
over-night.
The Flight
-=-=-=-=-=-
Tatiana Nicholova Primikov stood in the sub-zero
weather outside the terminal building of Zukov
regional airport waiting. As the young woman stood
wrapped in furs, stamping her feet in an unconscious
effort to keep them warm, a silver Lear jet screamed
into view high over the Keroz forest. She watched it
circle the field once, then soar in for a smooth
landing.
The young woman looked calm and elegant as she stood
there. But if one could see below the surface they
would see a frightened little girl shivering in fear
and excitement.
As she watched the man disembark from the plane, the
events of the past two weeks raced through her mind in
a confused jumble.
Nikki (her family had always called her that) still
couldn't believe that she was on her way to America,
who would have ever thought such a thing could happen?
Certainty not her.
It had all started when her father had suggested
that she apply for the job of modeling the new
Krackoff Group uniform for the company magazine.
She had applied - and won the job over many other
young women. And somehow, a rich American from a big
New York modeling agency had seen her pictures in the
magazine, and he wanted her. Things moved so fast
after that.
Her father had come to her and told her that she had
been offered a job in America, and that she would make
a lot of money. The family had always been poor,
especially now that the Krackoff Group was owned by
some shady investment company based in far away Moscow.
(Or so her father had thought.) Her family encouraged
her to take this wonderful opportunity, and Nikki
couldn't refuse -- could she?
---
The man from the Lear jet looked out the open door,
what he saw was a rustic village in a white landscape,
and a ramshackle building that must be the airport
control building. He'd been in flight almost contin-
uously for more than 40 hours and was tired as hell.
When he'd received a call by the company president to
go to Russia and pick up this new asset, he hadn't
been too happy about it. He'd had plans to go away
with his latest conquest to a nice little hideaway in
a small New England hamlet, and this trip was a huge
inconvenience. He couldn't see what all the fuss was
about. Pretty girls were a dime a dozen in the
fashion world, but he hadn't been given a choice, do
it or get his butt canned.
As he stepped out into the biting cold of the Russian
winter he noticed the woman standing all alone outside
the building and walked briskly in her direction. As
he approached all he could see was a big fur coat, and
the steam from her breath on the frozen air coming
from under a large furry hat.
He looked around and saw no one else, so he asked,
"Are you Ms. Primikov?"
Nikki was so nervous that all she could do was nod
her head in the affirmative. The man looked around
the field again expecting to see more than just the
one woman and asked, "Where is everybody? Aren't your
folks going to see you off?"
Nikki had studied English in school from a very early
age, hoping to become an interpreter someday, (it was
one of the best ways to get to a big city) and she
understood the man, even though he had a funny accent.
"It is a work day sir, and both my mother and father
must work at the foundry. They wished to see me off,
but the director would not give them leave to do so."
"So you're here all on your own?"
The man still looked like he expected someone else to
pop out from behind a snowdrift.
"Yes sir."
Nikki wasn't sure what to do, so just waited for the
man to tell her.
"Okay, well let's get going then. Where's your luggage?"
"Here sir."
Nikki reached behind her from a rack bolted to the
rustic building and lifted a duffel bag to her shoulder.
"Let me take that. C'mon lets get going, I'm freezing
out here."
Without another word the man turned and started to
walk briskly toward the plane. Nikki followed, looking
around the field as she walked. Zukov was the only
home she'd ever known. And even though it was every
young woman's dream to leave for the big city, Nikki
was unsure. But she followed the man obediently to the
plane.
As they climbed the three steps to the doorway, Nikki
turned around to look one last time. She took a deep
breath, taking in all the smells of home. Then with a
sigh, she turned and stepped into the shiny airplane.
The man showed her where to sit and the pilot closed
the door and went into the small instrument cabin,
leaving the two of them alone as the only passengers.
It wasn't more than a few moments before they were
airborne, and Nikki was looking down in wonder at her
small village, and the big foundry that supplied her
family and the whole town with a livelihood. She had
never flown before and it was quite exciting.
"Well sweetheart, you can take all those dead animals
off now, you won't be needing those anymore where
we're heading. I don't suppose you know how politically
incorrect wearing furs are in this day and age," he
smirked in a sarcastic voice.
"Politically? Fur is political in America? In Russia,
the winters are severe, and fur warms the body, and
makes it so we can live outside. Fur is important for
survival. I don't understand what you mean, sir?"
"Never mind honey, just take it off, and get comfor-
table. We got a long ride in front of us." The man
held his hand out ready to take her coat. He watched
as the young woman unbuttoned the animal bone clips
that held the coat in place and shrugged the thing
off her shoulders. He took her coat and hat - and
stared...
NOW he could understand what the big deal was. She was
gorgeous -- no not just gorgeous -- she was spectacular!
He hadn't really seen her face under the big fur cap,
but with all the animal skins off, she stood is grace
and beauty like he'd never seen before, and he'd seen
a lot.
As the young woman settled into her seat, he kept
staring at her, noticing for the first time that she
was as tall as him, almost six feet, sandy blonde hair
and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She had a perfect
complexion.
He was impressed, and he wanted her. He tried to push
that thought out of his mind, he was always getting
into trouble because he let the brain between his legs
do his thinking for him. He knew that all he had to do
is screw up one more time and he was out of a job.
Finally he pulled himself together enough to introduce
himself. "My name is Mike, and we'll be flying partners
for the next 40 hours or so. You got any questions you
wanna ask?"
"Michael? That is an angel's name is it not?" Nikki
giggled as she thought about the village priest and
his Easter sermon about the Archangel Michael and how
he had saved humanity by flying in the face of the
devil. "Are you an angel?"
"Far from it baby."
Mike sat down next to the beauty and patted her knee
as he leaned close and said, "Although I'm sure you
could take me to heaven with you if you wanted to..."
"Pardon, Michael. I do not understand what you said,"
Nikki said.
"Yeah right, and the next thing you'll tell me is
you're a virgin." He looked at the woman and smiled
suggestively.
"Please Michael, what you said is so rude. Do not be
mean to me, please!" Nikki was embarrassed by the
man's reference to sex. That was not done in her
village. They might do it, but they never talked about
it. She just didn't understand this strange man.
"Listen sweetheart, you'll have to get over that
prudish attitude in America, 'cause it won't wash in
the fashion industry. You'll be modeling with little
or no clothes on, and you'll have guys hitting on you
all the time. You have to make the men happy if you
want to get ahead in fashion."
Mike patted Nikki's knee again as he pantomimed a kiss
at her.
Nikki was disturbed by what he had said. She was
beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake. But
no matter what, she couldn't turn back now. Her family
needed the money she could earn in America. And she
wanted to make lots of money too, and become rich.
Mike was beginning to think about the long flight in
front of them. He was beginning to think about the
fact that this whole trip had messed up his weekend
with Sharon - his very sexy girlfriend - and here he
was, with a knockout babe all alone with no one else
to bother them.
He knew he shouldn't, but the thought of having sex
with this fabulous Russian babe made him say, "Nikki
baby, you should start to think about your future, and
how you're gonna get ahead once you get to New York."
"Yes Michael, I know. I want to make a lot of money,
and help my family too. Are you important in the
agency?" Nikki asked, not thinking it a strange
question. That was always a question asked in Russia
when people talked about business. All it meant was
'How much do you know about the business you are in?'
But Mike took it as if she was judging how much he
could do for her.
"Yeah baby, I'm one of the guys who can make or break
you in the industry," he lied. "You know that if you
aren't good to me, you'll have trouble, and be sent
back to Russia." As he said this he leaned close and
squeezed Nikki's thigh through her skirt.
"You're expected to do things for important men in
the agency, all the models do."
Nikki was shocked by his statement, and pulled her
leg away from his grasp. She said, "I don't understand
what you are saying Michael. What is it that is
expected of me?"
"Nothing all that big of a deal sweetheart, just to
be nice to your superiors at the agency that's all."
Mike's mind raced ahead of the conversation. What
could he get this drop-dead-beautiful-babe to do for
him, he wondered? This was his big chance because once
she got to New York he'd be out of the picture. "In
America the woman's job is to satisfy the man's sexual
needs when asked."
Nikki's eyes grew wide, and she spoke with determina-
tion, "I am not that kind of person, I will not have
sex with you Michael. I don't believe you -- that
women satisfy men's sexual needs upon request. They
would get pregnant all the time."
"No, no baby, I'm not talking about fucking - are you
kidding? We don't do that with professional colleagues,
I'm talking about touching. You know, masturbation."
Mike was getting a hard-on just thinking about this
luscious woman sitting beside him. He had to have
some action or he'd explode. He was beginning to think
that maybe he could talk her into something, if he
threatened her enough.
"Masturbation!" I don't think so, I can't believe that
you are talking to me this way Michael!" Nikki was
beginning to become very uncomfortable sitting next to
this man. "You don't expect me to masturbate you?"
"As a matter of fact, now that you mention it, YES I
DO! And furthermore, I expect you to do it now! And
if you don't, I'll drop you off at the next fueling
spot and you can find your own way home."
Mike looked into the frightened blue eyes that stared
back at him. He knew that if she stood up to his bluff
at that moment, his plan would be in ruins. He just
stared back at her with a frown firmly planted on his
face.
Nikki looked at Michael and wondered what her new life
in America was going to be like. She just couldn't let
this man stand in her way. She HAD to make lots of
money, and she was determined to do whatever it took.
Slowly Nikki swung around in her seat reaching over to
Michael's belt and began to unbuckle it.
She wasn't a virgin; she had had sex with Vladamir
Korenski less than six months ago. It was only once,
and he had talked her into it, but she remembered that
she had enjoyed it after the initial discomfort of his
invading sexual organ.
She knew what a man's penis looked like fully erect,
and was resigned to seeing Michael's. If she must
manually give him pleasure, then she would. After all
she was a country peasant and he was an important
businessman, and as he'd said, he wasn't going to have
actual sex with her.
Nikki pulled Michael's fly open and quickly reached
into his pants to pull his erect penis out into full
view. Mike leaned back in his seat and watched Nikki's
hand close around his cock. He was really enjoying
this. He thought, 'Just think, someday this babe was
going to be a super model and he'd have quite a story
to tell about her hand job.'
He was very aroused - thoughts of Nikki's perfect body
raged though his mind as she began to pump his cock
with her lovely hand. He saw the look of concentration
on her beautiful face as she manipulated him; it was
just too much for him.
Nikki jumped as Michael shot a huge string of sperm
onto the sleeve of her blouse, but she kept pumping
him and watched as another gob, then another shot from
his stiff penis. She kept pumping his erect column as
his sperm began to lubricate the palm of her hand
oozing out from between her fingers. She watched as
Michael's body jerk and spasm in ecstasy, his moans
becoming gasps as he tried to catch his breath.
Finally Nikki stopped her hand action and sat back in
her seat to stare at Michael's withering erection. She
was surprised at how much this whole event had aroused
her. She didn't even like this man, but making him come
had turned her on incredibly; so much so that she
desperately needed her own release now.
"Michael, I hope you enjoyed yourself. Now I must go
to the bathroom please. You might clean yourself up
while I'm away."
With that, Nikki left her seat and walked to the rear
of the jet. The toilet was a reasonable size. Even
though Nikki couldn't have known it, the Lear Jet was
well appointed. Besides the seating area, there was a
bedroom past the restroom, and even the restroom was
twice the size of a standard commercial airline jet.
Nikki opened the restroom door and hurried in. Without
hesitation, she pulled her underwear down and sat
against the sink, reaching up under her skirt. She
immediately felt how wet she was, and began to massage
herself. Oh the feeling, oh how very, very horny
masturbating Michael had made her!
Nikki began to rub herself with uninhibited abandon.
She closed her eyes as she began to feel the delicious
surges that indicated a wonderful orgasm on the way.
She rubbed faster and faster, head arched back against
the wall, intent on reaching a new high.
Suddenly her hand bumped into something and lost its
rhythm. She opened her eyes, and to her shock Michael
was standing in front of her, his erect penis forcing
its way between her legs.
Nikki had been standing with legs spread apart, humping
herself with her hand when Mike had opened the restroom
door. He'd been instantly mesmerized by the sight of
the beautiful young Russian woman, skirt pulled up to
her waist, panties on the floor, gorgeous legs splayed
apart. He couldn't help himself, he knew that this was
over the top, and that he might really get into
trouble, but he stepped up to the aroused young woman
and aimed his ridged tool at what was under her flash-
ing hand.
Nikki yelled, "NO MICHAEL, NO!"
But she didn't try to fight him off as he thrust into
her. As he went deeply into her, pushing her slightly
up onto the sink, they stood for a moment, him looking
over her shoulder at his reflection in the mirror, her
over his, with shock and disbelief written on her
beautiful face. Both felt the sensations of arousal
as he filled her and was surrounded by her hot moist
tightness in turn.
Then Michael began to hump in and out of Nikki as if
his life depended on it. After a bit, Nikki began to
match his rhythm with her own. As the couple began to
reach for their separate, but shared, orgasms, Nikki
wrapped her lovely long legs around Michael's waist
clamping her finely shaped ankles at his behind and
began to thrust herself against him eagerly.
Nikki screamed as she came. She had never had an
orgasm with a man before, and was overwhelmed. Her
body convulsed around and against Michael, he drove
himself into Nikki as deeply as possible and pulsed
his seed into her.
Panting, out of breath, Nikki pushed Michael away
from her and swore at him in Russian. "@*&#@! How
dare you do that to me! If you make me pregnant, we
will both get into trouble. You stupid man, you
better not tell anyone what happened here! If you
do so, I will say that you raped me and you will go
to jail."
Mike smiled wickedly and said, "Baby, rest assured
I won't tell a soul! I promise." He thought to
himself with satisfaction that things couldn't have
worked out better if he'd planned it.
Nikki pushed Michael out of the rest room and cleaned
herself up as well as she could, then went back into
the main cabin and to the other side of the aisle,
trying to avoid Michael for the rest of the flight.
They landed in Frankfurt, Germany to refuel, then
picked up a couple of agency people at Heathrow. After
Heathrow, Nikki didn't have to worry about Michael's
attentions again and tried to sleep for the next seven
hours.
Continued in part 2...
-=-=-=-=-=-
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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