My following story is purely a work of sexual fantasy and is complete fiction. The names of my characters are all fictitious and do not represent anyone living or deceased.
Scarlett is a gorgeous, voluptuous 19 year old girl who loves sex. Until meeting Viktor she had experienced only guys of her own age, but now finds herself deeply attracted to older men.
Viktor is a 69 year old Russian billionaire. He has had countless women in his lifetime and still enjoys the younger female, and consequently is very attracted to Scarlett when they meet. He has a number of fetishes and fantasies which stem from his younger adolescent days and which he likes to perform on his ladies.
Alexey Petrov is Russian Mafia. A hard vicious man who loves women but shows them little respect. He is obsessed with sex and has fucked a countless number over his 47 years, often treating them badly and roughly, but now he has fallen for Scarlett. Can he persuade her to come back to him?
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We had sat in the limo in silence. I was furious Alexey had failed to mention his wife and kids. But then again, why would he really? He just wanted casual sex. Hot sex, one night stands. A good fuck! That's how he truly saw me. Nothing more than a sexy slut with huge tits that he could screw when he wanted, and discard when he wanted.
I was 'his payment' and now he had been paid, the debt was settled. He'd got what he needed and now I wouldn't see him again.
"I'm really tired Viktor. Can we just go to my place?"
"Of course little one, but I will want a 'nightcap' with you if you get my meaning." He said, smiling at me, cheekily. His hand at the top of my leg, heading to my pussy.
"Oh kruschka, what happened to your panties?" He asked as he started to finger me, probably noticing how wet I was with Alexey's cum.
"I didn't bother to wear any. I wanted to be ready for you." I lied.
He leaned over and pushed his sloppy tongue into my mouth.
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We headed straight to the bedroom. I didn't even have time to visit the bathroom before he was on me. I wasn't really in the mood now, but I let him play with my tits awhile. He had parted the shiny material covering them and was now sucking my nipples, then biting into my creamy flesh.
"Oh, so delicious little baby. I've wanted these all night. Now lay on the bed for uncle and spread your legs wide. He pushed his head in between them, his prickly grey goatee brushing sexily against my wet cunt. He started to lick me out, but suddenly stopped.
"Kruschka, you taste very salty tonight, and you smell different. Tell me honestly, has someone else fucked you already baby? "He asked as he kissed and licked my pussy.
Oh shit. I had to be honest. He knew.
"Yes Uncle. It was Alexey. He cornered me. I didn't want to but he forced me, telling me the debt was still owed. I did it for you Viktor." I lied.
"Oh kruschka, you poor baby. He's such a bastard. I just hope he doesn't want more from you little one. I'm so sorry." He said and started to lick me again, seemingly undeterred by Alexey's cum dripping from me. In fact, he seemed even more turned on and was now eager to fuck me.
"Let's strip you naked now baby."
He mounted me, taking the soft vinyl in his hands, then tore hard, ripping it open all the way down my body before throwing it aside. He then licked and kissed the whole of my body, leaving his love bites all over my tits again, as Alexey's had at last disappeared. He was branding his property once more.
"Get on all fours for me little one." I did as he asked and he knelt behind me on the bed, pushing his hard cock straight into my wet squelching pussy.
"Oh yes that's good." He said as he ploughed in deeply, my huge heavy tits bouncing around beneath me as he fucked me hard. He pulled his hard cock to the very edge of my cunt opening then pushed in hard again, over and over again, and then he was pounding relentlessly, before finally pulling out and showering his gloopy white cum all over my back. He then lay down beneath me, sucking my dangling tits while he stroked his cock.
"Mmm kruschka you are just so delicious and your uncle loves you." He said.
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I woke to numerous messages on my phone, all from Alexey. He was sorry, he had been insensitive, cruel even. He didn't mean it, he should have told me about his wife. He wanted to see me, he needed to talk to me. Phone him. Now.
I ignored him. No wonder they called him The Rat! That's what he truly was and he could go to hell. Let's face it, this guy was a dangerous thug who I did not, and should not, want to get involved with. I now knew of his terrible reputation with women. Sex, sex, sex. That's all he wanted from them, and he didn't care how he got it or what he did to them. He had forced me, and I wondered how many others he had done this to. He wasn't interested in them as women, as people. He was only interested in tits, pussy and ass, and quite often treated them appallingly. It seemed I had been right about him from the very beginning.
But then my mind wandered to our conversations where he had seemingly treated me with respect and opened up to me, and of course the obvious chemistry that existed between us. There was no doubting it, even if he didn't recognise it, it was clearly there, and I had never felt anything like it before.
But why? How could I even begin to fall in love with someone like him? Sexual attraction. Lust, that's all it was. And he was now lusting for me. For my tits and ass. And I was lusting for him. That was all.
Yet I felt sad. In the end I had liked him a lot and I even thought he may have felt the same. But he hadn't been honest with me. No mention of his family. I could never trust someone who couldn't be honest with me.
I felt my eyes well with tears. I was sick of men. Men who always lusted after my tits. Young and old. That's all they ever seemed to see in me. My breasts literally preceded me. Every time I entered a room, my tits went first. They led the way and that's what men always noticed initially, not my face, not me, just my two huge bouncing mounds of creamy flesh. My large nipples pointing forwards like two diviners leading the way. Men loved them, men obsessed over them. Their eyes always firmly fixed on them.
Maybe it was time to do something about them? Get rid of them, reduce them? But small tits would seem so strange. I was so accustomed to my big girls, they were part of me. I hadn't been able to see below to my feet in years! Anyway, why should I change them because of men? In all honesty They made me feel sexy, a real woman.
No that wasn't the answer. Maybe it was simply time for me to go back to a normal way of life. Say goodbye to Viktor and Alexey and their love of sex and perversions.
Just college boyfriends from now on. I needed to give it all some thought.
But the texts just kept on coming.
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