***It is 1917 in the heat of the Russian Revolution. Natasha, bored and horny during a long meeting, fantasizes about taking over and sexually dominating her comrades. Everything is going her way until Borya shows up.***
It was late afternoon and the committee meeting was still in session. The sun was slowly going down thru the windows of the columned hall, ushering in another long, cold Russian night. They had been at it for hours with Natasha diligently translating the notes into French and making a list of points needing further research. The large clock in the corner struck again, just as it had every quarter of an hour since noon. Her mind was drifting now...thinking about the painting she was working on at home, wondering how quickly she could get the research done, and when this long session would finally conclude. She was restless. Tapping her pen on the desk, she watched the men sitting around the table talking. Every day dressed in their black suits, mustaches and an assortment of beards, long and short. Some men wore spectacles and sat pondering with a cigarette in their hand (unless Borya was in on the meeting, then smoking was not permitted.) Reports and maps scattered on the tabletop, glasses of tea, heavy winter coats slung over chair backs.
Yes, she was restless. Sexually restless, making the meeting all the more dull and grueling.
Natasha looked around at all the men, serious in their countenance, reviewing their points, debating the merits. There was Big Timur, Julius..the quiet one, Viktor..he was cute. Vadik, always so serious, and little Dmitry, who always sat in the same spot with his tea and black briefcase sitting next to his feet. Their voices seemed to recede into the background as she wandered off in thought, contemplating their personal lives. She knew a couple of them were married. Others she wasn't quite sure about. Being one of the only women in the capital, she got her fair share of attention. Glances were exchanged between her and some of the men, more so when Borya was not around. He always seemed to notice any sort of flirtation or acknowledgement of mutual interest between his lover and other men. Borya was a naturally jealous man and never missed a thing. Once he caught wind of something, or even thought he had, Natasha would have to take the time to reassure him nothing was going on. It often meant her coaxing him with words of praise and soothing him with kisses. It didn't make much sense to her considering he was married and they never had any fixed agreement about faithfulness, but that was Borya, highly emotional, suspicious and very possessive about things he valued.
But Borya was not here today, was he? She was by herself with a roomful of intelligent, ambitious men buried in their work, relying on her to translate and later, prepare research. With a sly little smile, she wondered how many of these fellows would rather be having their cocks sucked than going over their dry, tedious reports. What would it be like, she wondered, if she let them all know how restless and in need she was? How exciting would it be to watch their inhibitions slip away and become their true, animal selves?
Several of the men at the table were rather handsome. She wondered what they looked like nude with their erections sticking up. She had seen them in heated debates, at parties or strolling down the hallways, but she wondered what they might look like moaning with pleasure with their cream squirting out of their cocks. Such a naughty and delicious vision! The thought made her squirm in her seat. And how did she know that they too, were not thinking about the exact same thing? Did they ever look at her entering the room and not picture her completely nude with her breasts bouncing and bottom jiggling as she walked to her seat? Did any of them imagine ever coming up behind her, tossing up the bottom of her dress, pulling down her panties and stuffing her pussy full of cock? Certainly they could not entirely shut that part of themselves down all day long. And this meeting was becoming so dull. Wouldn't it be a much more exciting if these men had a woman's hand firmly wrapped around their cock, or better yet, her tight lips working that cock, pulling and sucking them into ecstasy?
Of course it would.
Natasha took one more look around the room, seeing the men busy in discussion as they examined a large map spread out on the table.
"I have an announcement to make," she said. The men stopped speaking, and looked over at her curiously.
"I'm taking over this meeting." she continued, standing up.
There was a moment of silence. The ever-serious Vadik, his face grim and unamused, looked over at her from behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
"I beg your pardon?" he said.
"I said I'm taking over this meeting." she repeated. "I am weary of talk and my pussy needs attention. I am going to make you all my fuck toys."
The room was stone silent. She looked around at the men, frozen in their seats. Most wore a look of shock, one or two looked rather intrigued. It was clear Natasha wasn't the only one open to some fun.
"I've seen most of you stealing glances at my big breasts," she said. You've always wanted to see them, haven't you? Always wondered what they look like..what they feel like. Would you like to see them? Would you like to see my pretty pink nipples?"
She heard Dmitry nervously clear his throat, and whispers of incredulity raced around the room as she taunted them seductively.
"Miss Sokolov!" Vadik sputtered, indignant. "I BEG your pardon! This is entirely inappropriate behavior! Entirely inappropriate!"
"Vadik Kozlov, don't play such a prude with me." she replied cooly. "I know you've fantasized about sucking on them, haven't you? Does the very thought get your cock throbbing? I've always wondered what that cock might look like. Is it as hard as your personality? If it is, you must make a lot of women very happy."
Nervous laughter erupted from around the table.
Vadik turned beet red. He literally, for once..had nothing to say.
She began to unbutton the top of her dress. The men watched, mesmerized. She slowly pulled the top of her dress open, revealing her appetizing cleavage nestled inside her bra.
"The czarina is gone, and now I am your queen." she said, pushing a chair over to the table with her foot. "You are to obey me...please me..and do as I say."
She stepped up onto the chair, then up onto the table, standing up and above them all. She now had their full attention, and the protests quieted into a tense, anticipatory silence. Her fingers moved along her bra straps to the cups. She tugged the straps up and down, making her breasts bounce enticingly.
"Is this what all of you want to see?"
The room was silent, the men staring at her. She noticed that a couple of them were smiling, fascinated and amazed at her audacity. The others seemed frozen to the spot.
"Please, Miss Sokolov! I must insist you step down off this table immediately!" Vadik sputtered.
She smiled at Vadik, looking at his silly flushed face, then slowly pulled both cups down, allowing her big luscious breasts to drop free, full and heavy, swinging bare in front of all the men.
The room erupted in gasps. She stood up straight, proudly adjusting her breasts so that they rested on her cups like a display shelf, her nipples pointing up and out, pink and proud.
