Vasili held her in the strong-arm grip as he quick marched her outside in her tall heels. He put her in the passenger seat of his luxury sports car. At least the airport rental staff had worked his reservation correctly this time and he needn't call Uber again. He drove away, Sandy silently seated beside him, clutching her purse in her lap atop the monthly financial report she was supposed to explain to this subprime capital financing organization's representative.
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Sandy's dress lay crumpled on the hotel floor's carpet. Her bra and panties were hanging from the floor stand lampshade. Her heels were near the door. She was laying naked in the rumple-sheeted bed, next to the naked man that had driven her straight to a nearby town's boutique hotel, a location between the factory and the airport. It was a recently renovated building and she had heard on the street it was another of the subprime second mortgages Vasili handled.
She had protested when he pulled her from the car. She had struggled as he towed her in quick step on her clicking heels through the lobby, witnessed by the open mouth aghast receptionist. She felt and saw the fiery glower from the young lady's eyes, strangely dressed in a cleavage-boosting, tightly fitted club dress, something more suitable for date night man-baiting instead of a day on the job.
Vasili saw Loki's look of disgust and dismay at being supplanted by this woman being towed along by her favored guest. He shrugged his shoulders in her direction. He understood her anger, as he had called in his reservation on the way to the factory. Duty calls, he thought. He would make it up to her later.
Sandy stood nervously beside him, waiting for the elevator doors to open. It was not her idea of a business meeting location for reviewing financial reports. But Uncle John's capitulation expression had made it known she was obliged to play along.
At the top floor, he pushed her ahead of him, watching the waddle of her nice ass in the secretary pencil skirt. He shoved her into the Bridal suite, a small stumble in her high heeled steps. She recovered to view the room. It was curiously decked out with candles and flowers. Unbeknownst to Sandy, Loki, the receptionist and hotel owner's daughter, was expecting to entertain the special VIP guest. Vasili saw the decorations and assumed as much, doubly so after seeing Loki's overdressed outfit. He had even more making up to do to her as soon as practical.
Sandy had tried to assemble the table and chairs for his intended examination of the books. But he had tossed the dreary report on the top of the dresser and preceded with his intended examination of the bookkeeper. She had tried to resist, slapping at his hands as he started plucking at her blouse buttons.
He decided more vigorous means were justified and ripped aside the front panels. Shocked at the growing violence from this burly man, she resolved that she was never going to win this one. So, she accepted the inevitable and changed her demeanor to subtle submission and to letting him do what he wanted. She hoped this would be a 'one and done' and then she could make her escape.
When she ended her defiance, he became more gentlemanly. The blouse wasn't torn away; instead, he asked her to hold her blonde hair up. Standing behind her, watching her face in the wall mirror, he laid the shirt back over her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her broad bra strap, a heavy band needed to support her heavy breasts.
Her panties came into view as the skirt zipper bottomed and the clip was undone. She wiggled it over her well-proportioned ass. Without pause for permission, he unclipped her bra. The mammary masses sagged a bit at the release of tension, but her twenty-something youthfulness still held them high and firm on her chest. He reached a hand around and pulled the cups down. She cooperated, shrugging her shoulders, letting the top straps fall off her arms. He saw the pink nipples in the mirror and cupped her breasts, bouncing them, testing their firm pliability. He held her gaze as he tossed her brassiere behind his back. It landed on and hung from the lampshade. Both saw it through the mirror image and neither could suppress a small giggle.
Sandy watched her face and his face, posed over her shoulder in the mirror. She knew where this was headed and hoped that, even though forced and not voluntary, it would be nice enough for her to get some enjoyment from it.
Her haircut was such that it covered her ears but left her neck exposed. His mood was lighter from the funny bra toss and he leaned in to nuzzle her neck. His nose was filled with the lingering shampoo essence in her short blonde curls. She crossed her arms under her boobs and let him play with her tits. His thumbs rubbed her nipples and they responded with swelling.
She liked fancy panties and today they were thin silky ones, the smooth fabric splitting her labia into the habitual camel toe. One of his hands dropped there and a finger sawed the molded crevasse. She squinted her eyes and Vasili took that for her growing acceptance of the manhandling of her body. He gripped the thong sides and tugged them down to her thighs. Stepping back, he watched as she completed the task, leaning into the mirror, her suspended tits jiggling as she shimmied off the silky panties, pawing one foot and then the other. She held the silky wad, uncertain of what to do. He took them from her, throwing them toward the discarded bra. It joined her bra as another decoration of the light fixture.
"Stand still."
Vasili took his time, undressing himself, laying the parts of his suit, shirt and boxer shorts in a pile on the upholstered side chair. She kept her gaze forward but her peripheral vision saw his moves. He returned naked, like her, and pressed his impressive slack cock into the split of her ass cheeks. She felt the warm appendage there.
"Play with me. You know what to do."
She twerked her ass, sawing at the downward pointing shaft. She moved a hand beneath, between her legs, and fingered the knob, fuller now, like the growing erection that was pressing her derriere. She slowly spun around, facing him, and gave the rod a few rubs. The shaft was nearly horizontal, the knob poking against her split pussy flesh.
As this was going on, his hands returned to her boobs with more physicality. He squeezed the mounds and pinched the nipple nubs. The active foreplay was raising the fervor in both and it was time to get better acquainted.
He turned her towards the bed and pushed her shoulders; her hands caught the edge of the mattress as she fell forward. He boosted her ass and she clambered aboard, still with her back to him. He seized her ankles in a double grip and twisted; she rolled over, her boobs wavering fluidly into a pair of flattened tori as her arms spread out to steady the body spin. He liked the way her tits moved and wrenched her legs a couple of times to shimmy them again.
He spread her hand-held ankles wide and climbed into the saddle of her thighs; his body loomed above her. She pressed her hands to his chest, a natural reaction from a vulnerable female not quite resolved to be fucked. But he ignored her trepidation and posed his mighty cock at her cunt. Aligned for action, he gave a momentary pause, a nod and stern stare, and she moved her hands aside. She circled his beefy neck in a loose hug; he lowered his weight and squashed her soft tits to his chest. His hands clutched her ass cheeks; she inhaled a pulse of air at the hurt.
He pressed his penile muscle into her vaginal cleft. She couldn't suppress a last prospect of evasion and flinched her hips down and away. It was of no use; his tip remained in contact and ready for entry.
He felt her hips relax, returning upward and, just as she settled in place, he punched in with a sudden thrust. A couple inches slid in and she whimpered at the way the thick knob stretched her feminine canal. He didn't stop; a quick breath and another thrust pushed him almost all in. She whimpered louder; her channel was stressed by the quick penetration. One more small drawback and a harsher grip on her ass cheeks gave her notice of the final plunge. It was quick, almost violent, just like the first two. He crashed hard against her cervix.
Vasili was in control. He left one hand on her ass and the other braced beside her shoulder, lifting his chest slightly above her. He drew back, paused and rammed himself in. It quivered her body and her tits took the fluid roll that had attracted his attention earlier and offered him the visual stimulus again. It was a result of his power thrusts and, mingled with the wet warm friction on his cock and the vocal sounds of conflicted dismay from his captive fuck mate, fueled his arousal further.
He settled into a staccato cycle: three hard thrusts, then three soft slow strokes with continued repeats of the three-three rhythm. He felt the buzz building in his groin. Her vocalizations grew louder with each series and then she cried out her orgasm. He followed quickly behind, howling as his successive ropes of manly spunk filled her feminine chamber.
Twice more that night, Vasili took his pleasure with the bookkeeper. She was much more cooperative, even initiating the third copulation with oral foreplay. A morning shower and preening, an attempt to redress in her somewhat tattered clothing preceded an awkward amble through the hallways to the elevator and lobby.
As they passed the reception desk, she endured another jealous stare from the daughter receptionist. Vasili tossed his key card on the desk and with a wink, gave his parting retort.
"Don't worry. I'll be back again in a few weeks. Save me the same suite, and maybe next time you can offer me the hotel's special full-service arrangements."
