See What You Did?

[SxRx]

Amateurs!

It seems we have a plan.

*SxRx is our front man and leader of this whole operation - and the mobster leader of our story and the genius behind the whole thing.

*AsylumSeeker has been nominated to lead off with the first instalment, his character, as yet a mystery.

*WhiteWave48 is operating the clearinghouse for the story as it grows - she's also the Russian trophy wife - but would prefer to be a slavic blonde on this occasion.

*BradBigBrain is our adviser on all things Russian - his character? Still to be decided. Russian, perhaps?


Sounds good to me. Write each instalment in private and send it to me as mistress of the clearinghouse. I'll compile and share the result. AS kicks off when he's ready. And there was a word limit mentioned in those instructions you ate earlier.

My taster ate some in case it was poisoned. You never know. Don't ask me how I got all the instructions from him, it might make you sick. Wait until you find out about my mob connections. I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you all and while that would amuse me, it would also kill this little thriller we have going, which is even more amusing so you are safe for now. BTW, AS I not only own the playground, but the whole damn city block it sits on, the councilman of that district and many of the cops. If I wanted any of your toys, I would of course take them like so much candy from a baby, Hah!

WW, you may become anything you wish as you know my fondness for the opposite sex, so slavic blonde it will be! So far this fondness has not gotten me killed, but what a way to go and so be it! I will tell you a little secret - I have many lives to live written on the palm of my hand.

BBB, what can I say? Just that you touch my merchandise, I gotta break your face? Just so you know.

Name, you want my name? You will find out soon enough.

SxRx

 

[AsylumSeeker]

An Update

I would hate to be the "boat anchor" that pulls this under, so I've been writing. Those involved, I believe, are being kept "in the loop" by White Wave, who I've been sharing with. To those watching and hoping for either a spectacular train wreck or the launch of a new multi-national shuttle, that remains to be seen.

Just wanted bystanders to know things are going on, the dust is not settling on my watch. I do believe, and feel the story should, be posted here. There are enough experienced editors involved to prevent something inappropriate from being passed on.

Be patient, but keep returning. I feel magic in the air!

 

[AsylumSeeker]

\BTW, AS I not only own the playground, but the whole damn city block it sits on, the councilman of that district and many of the cops. If I wanted any of your toys, I would of course take them like so much candy from a baby, Hah! SxRx

<Clutching my pile of colorful Monopoly money> "Take it! Leave me alone! And I want my Mom's vibrator back, you sicko!"

 

[SxRx]

Stepping Out of Character Mode

I would hate to be the "boat anchor" that pulls this under, so I've been writing. Those involved, I believe, are being kept "in the loop" by White Wave, who I've been sharing with. To those watching and hoping for either a spectacular train wreck or the launch of a new multi-national shuttle, that remains to be seen.

Just wanted bystanders to know things are going on, the dust is not settling on my watch. I do believe, and feel the story should, be posted here. There are enough experienced editors involved to prevent something inappropriate from being passed on.

Be patient, but keep returning. I feel magic in the air!

AS: You are our lead runner in our 4 x4 relay! We are counting on you to set the stage for those of us other members of the relay/chain story team. Set us a high mark and we will strive to match it, or come as close as we can. I'm thinking of anchor as the author who will run the 'anchor leg' of the relay. Not sure who that will be, but I know we will all pull hard for each other like good team sports.

SxRx

 

[WhiteWave48]

A 4 x 4 relay?

*****

 

[BradBigBrain]

Passing the baton will be interesting. I know you guys are bringing your own.

Mine isn't detachable.

 

[AsylumSeeker]

Where There's A Will...

Mine isn't detachable.

It's been proven that anything is detachable with the right instrument - LOL.

 

[AsylumSeeker]

AS: You are our lead runner in our 4 x4 relay! We are counting on you to set the stage for those of us other members of the relay/chain story team. Set us a high mark and we will strive to match it, or come as close as we can. I'm thinking of anchor as the author who will run the 'anchor leg' of the relay. Not sure who that will be, but I know we will all pull hard for each other like good team sports.

SxRx

SxRx[/QUOTE]

<Breathing heavily and heart rapidly pounding, legs wobbling unsteadily, body sweaty, fearful of looking at the time clock for fear it may not be fast enough> A hand reaches out for the baton, I must just get it to them...

"Grab hold!" I desperately cry out.

Fingers fumble...

"Please, no..."

 

[SxRx]

Don't Believe It

SxRx

<Breathing heavily and heart rapidly pounding, legs wobbling unsteadily, body sweaty, fearful of looking at the time clock for fear it may not be fast enough> A hand reaches out for the baton, I must just get it to them...

"Grab hold!" I desperately cry out.

Fingers fumble...

"Please, no..."[/QUOTE]



Hah, you are not even breathing hard and you're already passing the baton. 3,000 words in less than 24 hours. Hmm. High mark indeed. We shall see, oh stumbling, suffering, fingers fumbling AS.


SxRx

 

[WhiteWave48]

Prekrasno!

*****

 

[BradBigBrain]

Magnificent AS! You surpass yourself! Katya is practicing with mail order baton just to stay in race.

:lol:

Nice Russian accent!

 

[WhiteWave48]

Personal instruction required

*****

 

[AsylumSeeker]

Nyet!

Aha! I know stuff too!

And I know German, as well.

'Bitte ein Bit' and "Sucken'ze hosen, fraulein'.

I've traveled the world!

 

[WhiteWave48]

Traveler

*****

 

[SxRx]

Still Stayed Tuned

Fair Readers of Lit

Please do not lose patience. 4 brave authors are still hard at work crafting something that we hope proves special for you. Stay posted and tuned in for any special developments or announcements of the upcoming Story gathering dust in the distance!

SxRx

 

[AsylumSeeker]

I've Been Given Clearance, Clarence

Okay, thanks for your patience. The first (my) chapter has been approved for posting, and follows forthwith. Enjoy. And if you don't, well, other writings from differing perspectives will follow, so don't give up based on first impressions!

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THE RUSSIAN ENTERPRISE

A chain story in short chapters
by co-authors AsylumSeeker, SxRx and WhiteWave48


Ch. 01 - MY RUSSIAN BRIDE

By AsylumSeeker

Carson glanced up at the digital LCD wall clock and noticed that it was closing in on 5:00 p.m. It was rare when he left the office before 9:00, but he'd finished several reports and managed to close out the week by arriving early and working through lunch.

He submitted the changes and closed the last file before logging off. His back and shoulders were stiff and sore after sitting behind the computer for what seemed like hours without interruption. But at least it was Friday and he could enjoy the weekend...or at least most of it. There was still Saturday evening to contend with.

He arose and stretched his slender, six-foot frame. Necessity mandated that he skip his usual morning workout, and his body was rebelling. The accumulated daily stress knotted the back of his neck, and a sharp pain was creeping into the base of his brain.

As CEO of Wentworth Industries, he was kept extremely busy. Everyone that succeeded there was. Although he was well compensated financially for his efforts, it came at great personal sacrifice.

And Carson wasn't alone. Executives that were married found themselves in bitter divorce battles. And those that weren't, like him, had no time to even consider maintaining any semblance of a social life. Without that, any hopes of meeting 'Mrs. Right' were pretty quickly dashed. Not that he'd given up entirely on the idea, but work was always priority number one.

He stepped through his open office door in time to see Brenda, his twenty-three year old secretary, bending over to file some paperwork. He briefly paused to admire the view of her shapely ass and the back of her long, slender legs. The brunette was always a nice distraction. She’d made sexual overtures to him more than once but he’d left them unacknowledged.

She caught him looking and flashed him an inviting smile. He enjoyed it, but knew better than to respond.

“Did you get the room?” Carson asked.

Brenda pointed at the front edge of her desk where a plastic electronic key card rested. “The executive suite, just as you’d asked for.”

“What about the other thing?”

“Taken care of,” she assured him.

He picked up the card and slipped it into his front right pants pockets. The company maintained long-term leases of four rooms at a nearby luxury hotel. When they weren’t being used for business functions, which they routinely were not on weekends, the executives could arrange for their use. It made for a convenient place to…

“I’m heading out. Did you need anything else?” she inquired, giving him one last opportunity for any last-minute requests.

He thought for a moment and nodded his head slightly from side to side. “No, I can’t think of anything. Have a nice weekend.”

“Goodnight, then.”

A second later she was gone. And, in a rare occurrence, Carson left not long after his secretary. Once the elevator deposited him on the upper level of the underground parking garage he hesitated while digging out the key chain from his front pants pocket. The circular ring had caught the bottom edge of the plastic key card, further delaying his efforts.

The high-pitched chirping of a woman’s laughter caught his attention and piqued his interest. He stepped out of the glass enclosure surrounding the elevator opening and walked into the main garage area. Off to Carson’s right, and three cars down from his own assigned parking slot, he noticed a middle-aged man and a much younger woman. He initially guessed it was a father meeting with his daughter until it dawned on him that the man was Keller, the Senior VP of marketing, who was single.

Keller scooped the woman into his arms and they passionately embraced. Carson could hear her soft moans as the two began kissing like long-lost lovers. He stayed where he was and quietly observed the warm greeting, which continued for several moments. Finally Keller assisted the woman into the front passenger seat of his Porsche and walked around to the driver’s side.

Keller must have sensed Carson’s presence because the man looked up, smiled, and waved in a friendly manner before disappearing from view.

“Keller?” Carson whispered in dumbfounded shock.

The two men had never been friendly. Keller had always been a quiet, depressive guy. It was because of the man’s dismal nature that Carson made a point of avoiding him as much as possible, but they still interacted on a daily basis. Could that have been the same Keller, smiling and happily waving? His Keller?

By the time the Porsche roared to life and sped away Carson was getting into his own car, a four-door Mercedes. He appreciated traveling in comfort and style.

The hotel was only three blocks away. After pulling up at the ornately decorated front entrance he exchanged the vehicle for a ticket and was whisked inside.

“Good to see you again, sir,” a well-dressed concierge greeted the familiar guest with a knowing wink. “Let us know if you require anything else during your stay.”

After another elevator ride he found himself two doors away from the executive suite on the seventh floor. He breathed a sigh of relief when the electronic key card opened the lock and allowed him inside. A motion detector turned on the lights, chasing back the darkness.

It was a beautiful three-room suite with all of the expected amenities; an oversized king bed, rich polished leather chairs and hardwood tables, a large desk, and all of the latest in entertainment technology. The final touch was an ice bucket with champagne and two crystal glasses that he’d requested.

Carson knew from experience there was a small adjoining kitchen and a large bathroom with marble floors and counters. Instead of the usual bathtub there was an oversized sunken two-person spa, and he was already thinking about using it to help chase the stiffness out of his sore back and neck.

A quick glance at his watch confirmed it was still early. June wouldn’t be there until 6:00, which left him a half hour to relax.

*

Carson was leaning back in the spa with his eyes closed, almost asleep, when the shotgun-like sound of a popping cork startled him. He jumped, sending hot water surging over the side and onto the floor. The massaging jets of water that had been relaxing his muscles had nearly lulled him into a deep slumber.

His lips formed a wide grin as he listened to his companion slipping out of her clothes in the next room. He’d met June three months earlier quite literally by accident. She backed her car out of a parking slot and into the front end of his vehicle at work. As it turned out she was the wife of a contract worker installing a networking upgrade in the building and she appreciated Carson’s understanding following the collision.

They happened to cross paths twice more in the following days, and during the second time he asked her to join him for lunch. What started out as an innocent gesture soon turned heated, spurred on by her suspicions that her husband was having an affair. Soon after, they were as well. Only June recently admitted that her suspicions had been wrong, which led Carson to believe their romantic meetings would soon be ending.

“Hi,” she greeted him in a warm, sexy whisper.

His eyes opened and he saw her leaning down beside the spa. Carson smiled and replied, “Hello to you, too.”

He sat up and looked at the thirty-six year old redhead as she placed two full glasses on the ledge and lowered her body into the spa at the opposite end. She was just four inches shorter than he was, with a cute face and a nice body.

Her voice turned hesitant. “We have to talk.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re naked,” he teased in a playful tone. “I like the way you talk. Come here.”

He reached his arms out and drew her closer. Her legs moved around his waist as their bodies pressed tightly together, her breasts compressing against his chest.

“I’m serious,” she complained.

He shook his head once up and down. “I know. When you called on Wednesday… Well, I think I knew right then.”

“I’ve created such a mess for everyone,” June announced in a cracked voice that sounded like she was on the verge of crying. “Do you hate me?”

He looked into her eyes with a caring, compassionate expression. “How could you ever think that? I’m so grateful that we met. I knew this would happen, June, sooner or later it had to. I’m okay with that, as long as this is what’s best for you.”

Tears formed in her green eyes. Unable to speak, she confirmed the decision with the nod of her head.

Carson placed his forehead against hers, watching as trails of wetness rolled down her cheeks. “We don’t have to do this. You can just walk away.”

She leaned forward, head tilting to one side as her mouth covered his. He kissed those supple lips, enjoying the soft warmth of the embrace. Carson breathed in her familiar scent, saddened by the realization that this would be the last time he would hold her. Their tongues extended, pushing deeply into one another's mouths. The wet muscles entwined, gently snaking together and sharing the warmth of their forbidden affection.

“Mmmm… I’ve wanted this so badly,” she softly whispered between kisses as her arms tightly coiled around his neck.

He felt her body shuddering against his. The lazy kisses slowly turned passionate as the excitement grew. Their pulses and breathing quickened, bodies energized with shared desire. His penis began to swell, the column of flesh rising up between their bodies. It anxiously throbbed, teasing June as she savored the delight of his arousal. Her flesh awakened, warmth building in her supple loins.

“You’re the highlight of my week,” Carson told her.

June reached her left hand down, fingers squeezing around his stiff cock. She pulled her mouth away from his, moving her lips to an ear. “Oh God, you feel so good. I want you, Carson.”

Her lips kissed a path down his neck and upper chest while both hands massaged his strong, muscular shoulders. She attached her lips to a hairy nipple, teeth gnawing on the rubbery tip. June giggled when his body twitched in reaction. After teasing one nipple, she flashed him an evil grin and moved to the other, repeating the rough treatment. His ignored cock was straining, silently begging for attention.

He lifted himself into a sitting position on the edge of the spa with only his lower legs remaining under the surface of the water. She knelt before him with her thighs spread, positioning her body so the powerful jet streams struck her swollen nipples and moist pussy. June moaned in delight as the tingling heat in her lower belly intensified. Her mouth opened and hungrily drew his cock deeply inside.

His hands moved around her head and his hips began small thrusting motions. Carson’s body tensed as her hot, wet mouth engulfed his aching organ. The swirling tongue and hard suction sent tingling jolts surging through his balls. Her mouth inched down until she’d devoured his entire length. His fingers combed through her soft mane as he anxiously fucked her incredible mouth.

Carson would’ve enjoyed nothing more than to explode in her amazing mouth, but he was desperate to extend their last time together. It wasn’t long before his balls pulled tightly against the base of his pulsating shaft.

“Oh, that feels great,” he weakly whispered as his hips slowly worked his cock in and out.

Soon the familiar tingling pressure of his rising semen filled his lower abdomen. Carson savored the delightful sensation for as long as he dared, then pushed her head back. Her eyes stared at the reddish-purple head before looking up at him.

“You could’ve cum in my mouth.”

He lowered into the water and kissed her lips. Carson could taste himself in the embrace. His mouth kissed a trail down her long, smooth neck before moving to a breast. His hands cupped them both, squeezing on the firm mounds as his lips captured an enlarged nipple. June leaned back and softly groaned as the tingling fire in her loins flared.

“I want your cock in me, Carson.”

“Not yet,” he responded, and shifted his mouth to the other nipple.

“Ohhh!” June moaned aloud as his front teeth scraped and pulled along the hardened nipple shaft, generating slight stinging sensations that only added fuel to her already raging fire. “Oh, God! Yes…”

She moved her shapely legs around his waist and drew her lower body to his. June groaned as she felt his stiff prick pressing length-wise against her aroused outer folds. Her hips made thrusting motions, sliding her ass back and forth his upper thighs as her cunt eagerly pressed against his inviting hardness. His hands lowered to her waist, lifting her hips up as he moved his cock beneath June’s body.

“Love me,” her voice weakly pleaded.

Carson pulled her down, blindly guiding the tip of his organ to the lips of her cunt, spearing between them. The rounded head slid up and down along the narrow velvet-smooth valley of her sex. When he located the opening his hips pushed upward, stretching the muscle and penetrating.

“Oh, yes!” she cried out, lowering her body on his, feeling the hard pressure of his cock filling her hungry canal. “I want all of you, baby!”

The sounds of splashing water and soft moans filled the room. Carson loved her with every inch nature blessed him with, driving up into her magnificent pussy as it surrounded him with wet heat and wondrous friction. Their mouths intermittently kissed, tongues entwining, as they savored every moment of their last union.

He could tell by June’s heavy breathing and heightening cries that she was close to orgasm. He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers and gazed intently into her sparkling eyes. His hands pulled down on her hips as his thrust upward, plunging his cock fully inside her juicy cunt. Her entire frame shuddered in pleasure from his repeated penetrations.

“Oh, God! Yes… Oh yesss!” her loud cries sounded.

Carson watched her climax; June’s eyes half-closed when her body suddenly clenched hard. Her back arched as her entire form began wildly convulsing in powerful spasms. He clung to her twitching frame and kept fucking her cunt, feeling as the canal walls tightened around his shaft. For several wonderful moments she enjoyed the rush of powerful sensations as the orgasm ran its course, and all as he looked on in erotic wonder.

After finishing, June smiled appreciatively and curled her arms around his neck. She kissed his reddened face and pressed her lips to an ear. “I want your cum, Carson. Fill me up one last time, baby.”

His cock was straining with excitement. Carson lasted another minute or two before her thirsty canal milked him dry. With her cunt squeezing around his thrusting cock, the tingling pressure in his balls quickly became too much to deny. He tensed and twitched in pleasure as his semen marched upward.

In a bittersweet finale Carson burrowed into June’s cunt as deeply as possible and grunted as he ejaculated a powerful stream of cum into her pussy. He shuddered in spasms of ecstasy as he tightly clung to her body and kept squirting ribbon after milky ribbon, filling her body with every last drop his aching balls contained.

*

Carson wasn’t looking forward to attending the head CEO’s dinner party at the swank mansion in the hills. He despised the politics of big business, rubbing elbows with lobbyists to make sure Congress didn’t make any decisions that would derail or impact any of Wentworth Industries’ planned mergers and investments. But not showing up simply wasn’t an option.

It was dull, as usual. But while sipping on a drink and slowly drifting from gathering to gathering, he bumped into Keller. The two men shook hands and smiled warmly at one another as if old friends. A few seconds later they were joined by that same stunning young woman he’d seen Keller with the previous evening.

“Carson, meet Natasha. Natasha, Carson. We both work at the same company.”

“Meet you is pleasure,” she hesitantly greeted him in a soft, sexy voice, with a heavy accent he couldn’t quite place.

Carson paused to drink in Natasha’s disarming natural beauty and graceful charm. His best guess placed the woman in her early twenties. She had long, silky chestnut brown hair, warm brown eyes, and a slender face with high cheekbones. Her body was slender but shapely, and beautifully dressed in an elegant outfit.

Natasha plucked Keller’s empty drink glass from his hand and gave his mouth a passionate tongue kiss before wandering off, presumably to fetch another drink.

“Nicely done, Keller,” Carson announced with an impressive grin on his face. “She’s absolutely gorgeous. Where did you find her?”

“She’s here from Russia on a temporary work visa,” Keller explained. “We were introduced by a friend of a friend, sort of. It’s hard to describe.”

Carson’s eyebrows rose suspiciously. “A friend of a friend, you say? Are there any more where she came from?”

Keller grew nervous and fidgety. “Look, I probably shouldn’t say any more. We just met and hit it off right away. Oh Carson, she makes me feel like I’m twenty five years old again! She’s amazing, and I’ve never been happier!”

But Carson wouldn’t let it go, not that easily. “I know, and I’m completely jealous! Does she have any friends? Maybe your ‘friend’ knows of another one he can hook me up with?”

Keller glanced around and pulled Carson off into a corner for added privacy. The sudden need for secrecy piqued Carson’s interest.

“Look, it’s not as easy as you might think,” Keller cautiously whispered, “Or cheap, either. He said if there were others that I trusted who were interested, arrangements could be made. But we’re talking about six figures, Carson. Natasha cost me… I mean, for us to meet... You’re looking at one hundred and fifty thousand, maybe more, and there are no long-term guarantees.”

Carson tried not to look shocked, but Keller saw the initial reaction and smiled. “She’s the best investment I ever made. Think it over and let me know if you’re interested. If not, we never talked.”

 

[BradBigBrain]

It's a great story so far AS! Great introduction!!!

 

[SxRx]

Got the green light gus

Well, here's the next segment of our joint effort. If you don't like any of it so far it's my fault, 'cause the whole damn thing was my idea to begin with. If you do like it, well, then that is a good thing. So, here comes Chapter 2...


THE RUSSIAN ENTERPRISE

A chain story in short chapters
by co-authors AsylumSeeker, SxRx and WhiteWave48

Ch. 02 - THE MOB CONNECTION

By SxRx

Anthony ‘Tony’ aka ‘The Closer’ Matassini was a man of his time, but with a solid respect for the past. He might wear a new style now and then, but only if it had a classic look anyway and his tailor found it ‘good, good’. If he got the frown, and a ‘tsk, tsk’, he knew it wasn’t going to fly.

Today, he felt splendid in his newer wool blend suit that Thomas had done for him for the coming summer season. Lightweight and cool, it fit him well. His hefty 185 lb. on his 5’11” frame was mostly muscle, and his form showed favorably beneath the suit as he glanced in the full length mirror. His bedroom was in the upper front of his modest Bayshore Drive home with a window that looked out upon the front lawns and out to Tampa Bay.

Like his father before him, the successful don knew that flaunting his achievements only brought two things and both of them bad - jealous would-be rivals and ambitious district attorneys - so his house was set far enough back from the famous shore line to be easily missed among the finely trimmed oaks and shrubs. The decorative landscaping helped hide the solid wall that surrounded the prime residential land. The electronic gate was solar powered, but quite effective in operation and security; special ordered from a small company out of Tallahassee.

Also, like his father before him, Tony knew the secret to success was giving people what they craved and desired most. He had long ago learned that it was human nature to always want something for nothing. Gambling, prostitution, drugs - even his new ‘bride’ business - were all attempts by men to gain what they had not earned; to get the big money without having to work for it, get high without any cares and get a beautiful woman without having to win her heart.

He also knew there was a price for everything in the end, and that was where Tony was the master. Seeing every deal was ‘closed’, all dues paid, every promise kept. His grandfather had always told him, ‘Greed, envy and lust’ were the mainstays of their family business.

Tony finished dressing and left the bedroom, crossing the large alcove and whipping down the back stairs to the kitchen where his wife Lorraine was helping put the finishing touches on his breakfast - soft scrambled eggs with grilled tomatoes and her special sauce, fresh cut sausage and bacon, fresh squeezed orange juice, fresh mango and kiwi slices, and real coffee.

The coffee beans came from an importer who was in the ‘family’, and were always picked to perfection. Carefully stored in the freezer and fresh ground each morning, they were brewed in an expensive machine that Tony had special ordered from Rome.

He gave Lorraine a smile and embraced her. They kissed passionately and he kneaded her ass cheeks discreetly. She giggled into the kiss which was his purpose to begin with. A laughing kiss was sensually satisfying.

At the table were his two nephews ‘Tank’ and ‘Chipper’. Tank was just that and well, Chipper was clearly a chip off the old block - his father and Tony’s older brother, Leo. Both half rose in deference to him and greeted him respectfully as ‘Uncle Tony’.

Seated at the front were his youngest daughters, Connie and Bonnie, identical twins. They both rose, as if in planned unison, grinning at the father they adored and each taking a cheek to kiss and a shoulder to embrace.

“Morning Daddy,” they chimed together.

“Good morning girls,” he replied, and kissed each with an embrace that may have lingered longer than needed for someone who merely paid attention.

Fussing over everything was his mother, Sophia, whose beauty was timeless. She was full figured, nearly statuesque and had aged well, thanks to her Sicilian genes.

“Sit, sit, Anthony,” she insisted.

He perched on the end of the table to lean across and peck her on the forehead, and she accepted his supplication as though it were from the pope. She gazed at her beloved son and smiled.

“Tony,” was all she said, her eyes aglow, as he sat at the prominent head of the table.

Everyone had waited for him before touching their food.

“Eat! Eat!” Chimed Mrs. Matassini.

Everyone tucked into another repast at the Matassini home.

*

As his nephews cleared the way to the attached garage, they nodded at one of the two outside security men who were dressed as blue collar workers. This indicated an all clear and Tank cranked the car, a completely restored, vintage 1966 Mercedes Benz 550 SL limousine. The windows were bullet resistant; the doors reinforced with thin steel sheets to further resist bullet fire. The hood had two locks hidden as adornments to keep out unwanted hands, and underneath the car were plates of non-magnetic materials that resisted the secret securing of any tracking device or bomb.

As Tank and Chipper sat up front, Tony pushed the button of the privacy screen. Soon his twin daughters appeared beside him, each at a rear door, and slid in next to ‘Daddy’. Giggling, they both sidled close to their father, this ritual something they all looked forward to with eager anticipation.

Through the intercom, Tony directed his nephews to head towards the girls’ private Catholic School where they were soon to be graduating 18 year old seniors. As they eased out of the garage, the powerful door locks clicked on and the Mercedes began to glide down the drive.

“It’s my turn,” said Bonnie pleadingly as she caressed her father’s thigh.

Connie soon began to protest and so Tony simply interceded.

“Girls, girls! Why don’t you both join in together today?”

At this, they both smiled and soon they were parting their thighs and easing down and off with their panties. Connie and Bonnie were adopted, which seemed to allow Tony to fend off any worries of guilt he might have about their sex play.

“Ah, today its yellow I see,” said Tony to the twins who had both worn yellow panties.

As he said this he took each of his hands and stroked the near thigh of each daughter. He gradually eased his caressing hands upward. Bonnie on the right and Connie on the left each spread their legs wider and scooted forward, hiking up their catholic uniform skirts, eager to begin.

Their legs were long, tanned and smooth from a fresh shave last night - another ritual that included helping each other with long baths and shaving each other’s pussy. Tony groaned as he felt the firm, smooth thighs of each twin, wondering how long he could keep up dividing his attention so. He thought of his own participation in their nightly baths from time to time as opportunity allowed.

Usually, each day on the way to school, one would take the lead while the other enhanced the pleasures of the morning. Today, he was faced with the delightful dilemma of handling both at once. He moved each hand in ever-widening, small circles with the palms of his large handsome hands, inching ever slowly towards those pussies that he knew were wet by now.

The twins began to writhe beneath his attentions; hotter than match heads, so he turned the stereo up more to drown out what he knew would be a chorus in stereo of vocal orgasms. He wouldn’t want to excite or upset Tank and cause an accident. He smiled at this thought and dove into the matter at hand with gusto.

Bonnie, ever horny, pressed her hand to his and urged him closer to her nubile pussy. Just thinking of the deliciousness of twin mounds increased the swelling of his cock. Soon his suit pants were tented with the upward surging of his turgid member. He turned to Bonnie who instantly kissed him with abandon. Without hesitation, they began French kissing, passionately.

Soon, Tony felt Connie’s greedy hands on his groin. She teased him by rubbing his cock from the outside as she thrilled at feeling the outline of his shape and then let out a little moan when she found his head. This was more than fine by him. She was quite talented really; they both were. With a firm, steady effort she unzipped his pants, reached inside and freed his cock that was clearly ready for action.

“Oh, look Bonnie, it’s already hard and there’s that dewy pre-cum oozing.”

Greedily, Connie dipped her tongue to the tip and lapped away at the liquid.

“Mmmm,” she moaned at the taste of this warm appetizer.

Bonnie soon broke from kissing and did the same. Tony was blessed as the twins licked and sucked at the tip of his cock, licking him clean each time pre-cum oozed forward.

They giggled at each other and both began to stroke and lick his cock in choreography of silent pleasuring only twins could do so well. While Connie licked and sucked on the head of his cock, Bonnie sucked on his large balls. In private, the girls tried to decide which they liked best, sucking on his cock or his balls, but they could never come to a clear decision.

Now, they switched places and continued their supplications with earnest attentions. As they did so, Tony took first his forefinger, then two fingers and began easing them into their swollen, wet pussies. He felt each part of them as he passed it: first the mons, then the labia wings that were swollen with lust, and on to the hooded clit and finally the tight pussy itself.

With further ministrations, he felt the hood sheath of each began to retract and reveal their clits. He diddled them with his fingertips, and then rubbed back along the clit shaft more firmly, finally taking each clit between his thumb and finger and making a twirling motion. It took all his concentration to do both pussies at once as well as keep his mind on the delicious meal the twins were making of his manly parts.

“Ohhhh, Daddy. It feels so good… Don’t ever stop,” gasped the twins in stereo then returned to sucking, licking and stroking his cock and balls.

Once he was fully hard and erect, Bonnie carefully laid Tony’s cock against his belly and squatted upon the shaft. Now she slid along the length of his long cock, pressing her pussy and clit against it. Soon, her movements were quickened and she began to moan.

Before long, she began a shuddering orgasm that inspired Connie humping Tony’s fingers alone to experience the same almost vicariously, and sure enough a chorus of stereo shrieks declared a cum in unison. Still holding his cock, they collapsed on their Daddy, gasping out the final spasms of their climax.

The two sat up again with dazed eyes. As they switched places, Connie worked and pressed her pussy harder on Tony’s hard, thick shaft, while Bonnie used her mouth and hands on his balls. She also took time to lick and finger her sister’s pussy which thrilled them all. Tony was nearly faint as he watched the twins from hooded eyes, his breathing shallow, and his heartbeat racing.

“Your turn Daddy!” they cried.

And soon it was. As Tony began to come, Connie greedily slipped his huge cock into her mouth and caught his gism as it spurted powerfully. Tony grabbed her by the breasts and the girls squealed in delight as his legs stiffened out, his toes curled and he came with a series of deep grunts.

“Girls, you outdid yourselves this time,” Tony declared with a huge grin, which Bonnie and Connie returned in kind.

They sighed and began the final part of the ritual of cleaning up; soon finished as they each took part with wipes and tissues. Pulling up their panties, they lovingly placed Tony’s cock and balls back in his pants and zipped him up.

“All done,” they said.

Both were now putting finishing touches on their makeup from cosmetic bags inside their matching purses. Tony grabbed them each with an arm and brought them close for hugging and kissing. Bonnie and Connie were as content as purring kittens.

*

Tony took the call from his contact on his cell phone after the girls were dropped off. It was a ‘throw away’ cell phone of high quality he used for such occasions.

“Got another one for you, Mr. Tony” said his contact.

“Good, very good Boris,” replied Tony as he leaned back and set his mind to working out all the logistics of closing this deal successfully, profitably, and safely.

$150,000 was not the end of it. He had to take from the top his costs of bribing the U.S. and Russian immigration officials, the kick back to Boris, the expense of bringing the Russian girl to America, the cost of the work visas. While this dropped his profit considerably, he would always find ways to increase his revenue.

Extortion was always such a nice, easy touch, he thought. Let them enjoy their beautiful bride, then demand another $25,000 to start. He would milk each of these deals as he had learned from his father before him. All business must be based on many key principles, but the most important was fear. Yes, it was nice when people loved him, well and good when they respected him, but best if they feared him.

Of course, the best part of all was getting to sample the wares firsthand - always a hard-earned treat he looked forward to.

As the limousine slowed to park at the Columbia Restaurant where Tony spent much of his time dealing with the many dramas of his family and business, he got out of the car as his nephews escorted him. Accidentally on purpose he dropped his phone on the pavement and made certain to step on it hard.

“What a shame, boys. Take care of it would you?” he remarked, as even now Tank reached for the phone and slung it into the sewer orifice in the gutter.

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So, those of you who have read our story up until this point please continue reading and voting! We would appreciate it.

BTW, WhiteWave48 has restarted us with a real bang. I know all of her Erica fans will truly enjoy her chapter 7. Her intricate, feminine, sensual writing style is a very good read.

Hey, it wouldn't hurt if you wanted to read some of the rest of the story either so you can get caught up to chapter 7. If you want. Otherwise just enjoy the new and improved Russian Enterprise!


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PLEASE, read my story...It is an actual story! I know it doesn't have much sex yet, but I will add that if people will just read it and tell me what they think...

I came here to get feedback and damnit I am not getting any at all!

I have submitted several more, but look here and tell me if it is decent.

Ignore the very first part of the first section. What few comments I have, they all hate that. Obviously, it was too much useless info, but I was just setting the stage...key words: story. You usually tend to do that...sigh.

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