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.
If you do not like hot, forceful, hard core sex then read no further - you will not like Alexey's treatment of Scarlett!
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"Aren't you ready yet?" Viktor asked me.
"I just don't know what to wear." I said, laying on my bed. The only thing I knew for sure was I didn't want to go, feeling worried about what was likely to happen. I felt like a lamb to the slaughter.
He went to my wardrobe and pulled out a black shiny pvc catsuit. He also threw a pvc open cup bra at me and told me to get dressed. He knew I didn't want to go to the party. I reluctantly put it on.
The bra pushed my huge rippling tits together and pushed them up high so that they were sexily displayed naked and very full. I struggled to pull the catsuit over them and the soft shiny material clung tightly to my voluptuous body, just about fastening down the front with snappers. My large erect nipples poked through hard. It was far too sexy. I knew how tempting it would be to Alexey and that's not what I wanted at all. Or did I?
I stood in front of the mirror feeling incredibly horny. I ran my hands over the sexy shiny vinyl that stretched tightly over my huge breasts, then over my hips and legs. I felt encased in it as it clung tightly to my naked pussy. It looked and felt incredibly sexy. Finally I fastened a silver belt tight around my waist, making my huge breasts look even larger, my nipples so, so prominent. I then stepped into my towering silver shoes.
"You look stunning kroschka. I am just sad it's not me that will be fucking you in it."
"Stop it Viktor. I've already told you I won't let him fuck me."
"You won't be able to stop him. He always gets what he wants and he definitely has his sights set on you."
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Vladimir dropped us off. There were a lot of cars arriving at the huge mansion. The outfits were mostly latex, pvc or leather. Although some women wore little more than their underwear. Oh God this was going to be awful.
We were greeted with glasses of champagne, our host was already surrounded by women vying for his attention, A number of men were eyeing me up and down, their eyes fixed on my tits as usual.
"We had better say hello to Alexey." Said Viktor.
"No, not yet. Let's look around first." Anything to get away from him I thought to myself. But then he spotted us. He pushed the women surrounding him aside, and immediately headed our way. I started to walk in the opposite direction.
"Scarlett, where are you going?" He shouted then I felt his hand around my waist pulling me back towards him. "It's very rude not to say hello to your host you know." He pulled me round to him, planting his lips firmly on mine.
"Open your mouth for me baby. I want to kiss you properly this time." I kept my mouth firmly shut.
"Oh you are being so difficult aren't you. Well you can't win. I won't let you win." He said confidently.
He looked incredibly sexy in his usual gauche way. A silky white shirt open virtually all the way to his waist, tucked into tight black leather jeans. His tanned muscular chest and dark hair sexily on display. Sadly, I had to admit, the man did look hot, but still I didn't like all the gold. His huge watch, a diamond on his pinkie and a gold chain around his neck. He was definitely flash and tacky. Nevertheless, my pussy was annoyingly tingling and moistening.
"Where's Viktor?" I asked, anxiously looking for him.
"He's gone. Leaving us to it I expect, so we can get to know each other properly." He took my hand and led me to one of the dark rooms.
When my eyes finally adjusted I could make out bodies writhing around on beds, on cushions, everywhere. Partially clothed or completely naked. This didn't look good. He led me to an empty bed and pushed me on to it, then climbed on top of me and started to kiss me, but I turned my head away. Undeterred, he started to kiss down my neck, his hands squeezing my soft shiny body, slowly unfastening the snappers down the front of my catsuit. I put my hand there to stop him. I felt as stiff as a board. Rigid. Frigid.
"What the hell is wrong with you? I have never had a woman not want me before?"
"Then it's a first isn't it. I don't find you remotely attractive." I lied. "You are seedy, capricious and gauche, and I would never want sex with you in a million years."
He forcefully pinned me down, staring fiercely into my eyes. "Don't lie you randy little bitch. I know you want me as much as I want you. I've seen the way you always look at me, and how sometimes you actually try to avoid looking at me. Scared that you might let me tear your panties off then rip you apart with my prick perhaps? Well that's exactly what I aim to do!" He said, standing up and pulling me with him. He pulled me along roughly by my arm.
"I don't want to be fucked by you. I don't want you. I don't fancy you!" I screeched at him. People turned around to look at us. Women tried to grab him as he pulled me past them. He simply swiped them out of his way.
"Well it doesn't matter what you want. Viktor owes me big time, and you are part of that payment. You will do as I say!" He hissed at me.
He pulled me up the stairs towards the numerous bedrooms. I was protesting hard. "Get off me, I don't want to go with you!" But he ignored me and when we finally reached his suite he opened the door to his bedroom and pushed me inside.
There was a huge bed covered in black satin and mirrors mounted on the walls and ceiling all around the room. He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket. The room was as gauche and tasteless as he was.
"Now just be a good girl Scarlett and come here. We can either do this gently and sensibly - enjoyably even, or I may have to hurt you."
"No. I told you I don't want you near me. Keep away from me." I felt almost crazed, I was shaking. What the hell was going on with me. I knew deep down I wanted him to fuck me, but I couldn't just give in to him. Perhaps unconsciously I wanted and needed to feel forced. I wanted to be taken under duress. By him.
But then he grabbed hold of me by my hair and pulled me towards him. I screamed with the pain as he pulled me along. My heart was pounding.
"Now do as you're told. It would be such a shame to spoil this beautiful face of yours wouldn't it." He said as he squeezed my face with his strong hands, his eyes smouldering and furious now. But now his tongue was licking my lips again, forcing his way in. I had no choice but to open my mouth and let his disgusting slurping tongue inside.
He pushed me on to the bed and now his hands were on my tits kneading and squeezing them. Suddenly he ripped apart the snappers down the front of the shiny catsuit covering my tits, exposing my huge rippling creamy breasts which burst out at him, propped up by the open bra. He growled as he he viewed them, then stretched the tight shiny pvc either side of them so that they pointed firmly forward.