Message-ID: <21498asstr$943643401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: www1@aol.com (Andrew Webber) Subject: {ASSM} {Kristen} America 1 - The Flight (MF, mast, reluc) X-Original-Message-ID: <19991126090848.08284.00000491@ng-fl1.aol.com> Date: Fri, 26 Nov 1999 14:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman This three part story was originally written in 1997, but has been revised by Kristen recently. It will probably be her last for a while since she and her boyfriend are now heading overseas. So enjoy. I liked it a lot, it was sad but with a happy ending. -- Storiesman ============================================================ Archive name: America1.txt (MF, mast, reluc-intercourse) Authors name: Kristen Kathleen Becker Story Title : "Coming to America" Last Revision November 1999 PART 1 OF 3 ------------------------------------------------------ Copyright (c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker - Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial free sites, or in the free area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Coming to America (MF, mast, reluc-intercourse) by Kristen This is a story about a young woman's odyssey: Dis- covered in a small village in rural Russia, Nikki finds herself in the fast lane in New York City as an up-and-coming fashion super-model, literally over-night. The Flight -=-=-=-=-=- Tatiana Nicholova Primikov stood in the sub-zero weather outside the terminal building of Zukov regional airport waiting. As the young woman stood wrapped in furs, stamping her feet in an unconscious effort to keep them warm, a silver Lear jet screamed into view high over the Keroz forest. She watched it circle the field once, then soar in for a smooth landing. The young woman looked calm and elegant as she stood there. But if one could see below the surface they would see a frightened little girl shivering in fear and excitement. As she watched the man disembark from the plane, the events of the past two weeks raced through her mind in a confused jumble. Nikki (her family had always called her that) still couldn't believe that she was on her way to America, who would have ever thought such a thing could happen? Certainty not her. It had all started when her father had suggested that she apply for the job of modeling the new Krackoff Group uniform for the company magazine. She had applied - and won the job over many other young women. And somehow, a rich American from a big New York modeling agency had seen her pictures in the magazine, and he wanted her. Things moved so fast after that. Her father had come to her and told her that she had been offered a job in America, and that she would make a lot of money. The family had always been poor, especially now that the Krackoff Group was owned by some shady investment company based in far away Moscow. (Or so her father had thought.) Her family encouraged her to take this wonderful opportunity, and Nikki couldn't refuse -- could she? --- The man from the Lear jet looked out the open door, what he saw was a rustic village in a white landscape, and a ramshackle building that must be the airport control building. He'd been in flight almost contin- uously for more than 40 hours and was tired as hell. When he'd received a call by the company president to go to Russia and pick up this new asset, he hadn't been too happy about it. He'd had plans to go away with his latest conquest to a nice little hideaway in a small New England hamlet, and this trip was a huge inconvenience. He couldn't see what all the fuss was about. Pretty girls were a dime a dozen in the fashion world, but he hadn't been given a choice, do it or get his butt canned. As he stepped out into the biting cold of the Russian winter he noticed the woman standing all alone outside the building and walked briskly in her direction. As he approached all he could see was a big fur coat, and the steam from her breath on the frozen air coming from under a large furry hat. He looked around and saw no one else, so he asked, "Are you Ms. Primikov?" Nikki was so nervous that all she could do was nod her head in the affirmative. The man looked around the field again expecting to see more than just the one woman and asked, "Where is everybody? Aren't your folks going to see you off?" Nikki had studied English in school from a very early age, hoping to become an interpreter someday, (it was one of the best ways to get to a big city) and she understood the man, even though he had a funny accent. "It is a work day sir, and both my mother and father must work at the foundry. They wished to see me off, but the director would not give them leave to do so." "So you're here all on your own?" The man still looked like he expected someone else to pop out from behind a snowdrift. "Yes sir." Nikki wasn't sure what to do, so just waited for the man to tell her. "Okay, well let's get going then. Where's your luggage?" "Here sir." Nikki reached behind her from a rack bolted to the rustic building and lifted a duffel bag to her shoulder. "Let me take that. C'mon lets get going, I'm freezing out here." Without another word the man turned and started to walk briskly toward the plane. Nikki followed, looking around the field as she walked. Zukov was the only home she'd ever known. And even though it was every young woman's dream to leave for the big city, Nikki was unsure. But she followed the man obediently to the plane. As they climbed the three steps to the doorway, Nikki turned around to look one last time. She took a deep breath, taking in all the smells of home. Then with a sigh, she turned and stepped into the shiny airplane. The man showed her where to sit and the pilot closed the door and went into the small instrument cabin, leaving the two of them alone as the only passengers. It wasn't more than a few moments before they were airborne, and Nikki was looking down in wonder at her small village, and the big foundry that supplied her family and the whole town with a livelihood. She had never flown before and it was quite exciting. "Well sweetheart, you can take all those dead animals off now, you won't be needing those anymore where we're heading. I don't suppose you know how politically incorrect wearing furs are in this day and age," he smirked in a sarcastic voice. "Politically? Fur is political in America? In Russia, the winters are severe, and fur warms the body, and makes it so we can live outside. Fur is important for survival. I don't understand what you mean, sir?" "Never mind honey, just take it off, and get comfor- table. We got a long ride in front of us." The man held his hand out ready to take her coat. He watched as the young woman unbuttoned the animal bone clips that held the coat in place and shrugged the thing off her shoulders. He took her coat and hat - and stared... NOW he could understand what the big deal was. She was gorgeous -- no not just gorgeous -- she was spectacular! He hadn't really seen her face under the big fur cap, but with all the animal skins off, she stood is grace and beauty like he'd never seen before, and he'd seen a lot. As the young woman settled into her seat, he kept staring at her, noticing for the first time that she was as tall as him, almost six feet, sandy blonde hair and the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. She had a perfect complexion. He was impressed, and he wanted her. He tried to push that thought out of his mind, he was always getting into trouble because he let the brain between his legs do his thinking for him. He knew that all he had to do is screw up one more time and he was out of a job. Finally he pulled himself together enough to introduce himself. "My name is Mike, and we'll be flying partners for the next 40 hours or so. You got any questions you wanna ask?" "Michael? That is an angel's name is it not?" Nikki giggled as she thought about the village priest and his Easter sermon about the Archangel Michael and how he had saved humanity by flying in the face of the devil. "Are you an angel?" "Far from it baby." Mike sat down next to the beauty and patted her knee as he leaned close and said, "Although I'm sure you could take me to heaven with you if you wanted to..." "Pardon, Michael. I do not understand what you said," Nikki said. "Yeah right, and the next thing you'll tell me is you're a virgin." He looked at the woman and smiled suggestively. "Please Michael, what you said is so rude. Do not be mean to me, please!" Nikki was embarrassed by the man's reference to sex. That was not done in her village. They might do it, but they never talked about it. She just didn't understand this strange man. "Listen sweetheart, you'll have to get over that prudish attitude in America, 'cause it won't wash in the fashion industry. You'll be modeling with little or no clothes on, and you'll have guys hitting on you all the time. You have to make the men happy if you want to get ahead in fashion." Mike patted Nikki's knee again as he pantomimed a kiss at her. Nikki was disturbed by what he had said. She was beginning to wonder if she had made a mistake. But no matter what, she couldn't turn back now. Her family needed the money she could earn in America. And she wanted to make lots of money too, and become rich. Mike was beginning to think about the long flight in front of them. He was beginning to think about the fact that this whole trip had messed up his weekend with Sharon - his very sexy girlfriend - and here he was, with a knockout babe all alone with no one else to bother them. He knew he shouldn't, but the thought of having sex with this fabulous Russian babe made him say, "Nikki baby, you should start to think about your future, and how you're gonna get ahead once you get to New York." "Yes Michael, I know. I want to make a lot of money, and help my family too. Are you important in the agency?" Nikki asked, not thinking it a strange question. That was always a question asked in Russia when people talked about business. All it meant was 'How much do you know about the business you are in?' But Mike took it as if she was judging how much he could do for her. "Yeah baby, I'm one of the guys who can make or break you in the industry," he lied. "You know that if you aren't good to me, you'll have trouble, and be sent back to Russia." As he said this he leaned close and squeezed Nikki's thigh through her skirt. "You're expected to do things for important men in the agency, all the models do." Nikki was shocked by his statement, and pulled her leg away from his grasp. She said, "I don't understand what you are saying Michael. What is it that is expected of me?" "Nothing all that big of a deal sweetheart, just to be nice to your superiors at the agency that's all." Mike's mind raced ahead of the conversation. What could he get this drop-dead-beautiful-babe to do for him, he wondered? This was his big chance because once she got to New York he'd be out of the picture. "In America the woman's job is to satisfy the man's sexual needs when asked." Nikki's eyes grew wide, and she spoke with determina- tion, "I am not that kind of person, I will not have sex with you Michael. I don't believe you -- that women satisfy men's sexual needs upon request. They would get pregnant all the time." "No, no baby, I'm not talking about fucking - are you kidding? We don't do that with professional colleagues, I'm talking about touching. You know, masturbation." Mike was getting a hard-on just thinking about this luscious woman sitting beside him. He had to have some action or he'd explode. He was beginning to think that maybe he could talk her into something, if he threatened her enough. "Masturbation!" I don't think so, I can't believe that you are talking to me this way Michael!" Nikki was beginning to become very uncomfortable sitting next to this man. "You don't expect me to masturbate you?" "As a matter of fact, now that you mention it, YES I DO! And furthermore, I expect you to do it now! And if you don't, I'll drop you off at the next fueling spot and you can find your own way home." Mike looked into the frightened blue eyes that stared back at him. He knew that if she stood up to his bluff at that moment, his plan would be in ruins. He just stared back at her with a frown firmly planted on his face. Nikki looked at Michael and wondered what her new life in America was going to be like. She just couldn't let this man stand in her way. She HAD to make lots of money, and she was determined to do whatever it took. Slowly Nikki swung around in her seat reaching over to Michael's belt and began to unbuckle it. She wasn't a virgin; she had had sex with Vladamir Korenski less than six months ago. It was only once, and he had talked her into it, but she remembered that she had enjoyed it after the initial discomfort of his invading sexual organ. She knew what a man's penis looked like fully erect, and was resigned to seeing Michael's. If she must manually give him pleasure, then she would. After all she was a country peasant and he was an important businessman, and as he'd said, he wasn't going to have actual sex with her. Nikki pulled Michael's fly open and quickly reached into his pants to pull his erect penis out into full view. Mike leaned back in his seat and watched Nikki's hand close around his cock. He was really enjoying this. He thought, 'Just think, someday this babe was going to be a super model and he'd have quite a story to tell about her hand job.' He was very aroused - thoughts of Nikki's perfect body raged though his mind as she began to pump his cock with her lovely hand. He saw the look of concentration on her beautiful face as she manipulated him; it was just too much for him. Nikki jumped as Michael shot a huge string of sperm onto the sleeve of her blouse, but she kept pumping him and watched as another gob, then another shot from his stiff penis. She kept pumping his erect column as his sperm began to lubricate the palm of her hand oozing out from between her fingers. She watched as Michael's body jerk and spasm in ecstasy, his moans becoming gasps as he tried to catch his breath. Finally Nikki stopped her hand action and sat back in her seat to stare at Michael's withering erection. She was surprised at how much this whole event had aroused her. She didn't even like this man, but making him come had turned her on incredibly; so much so that she desperately needed her own release now. "Michael, I hope you enjoyed yourself. Now I must go to the bathroom please. You might clean yourself up while I'm away." With that, Nikki left her seat and walked to the rear of the jet. The toilet was a reasonable size. Even though Nikki couldn't have known it, the Lear Jet was well appointed. Besides the seating area, there was a bedroom past the restroom, and even the restroom was twice the size of a standard commercial airline jet. Nikki opened the restroom door and hurried in. Without hesitation, she pulled her underwear down and sat against the sink, reaching up under her skirt. She immediately felt how wet she was, and began to massage herself. Oh the feeling, oh how very, very horny masturbating Michael had made her! Nikki began to rub herself with uninhibited abandon. She closed her eyes as she began to feel the delicious surges that indicated a wonderful orgasm on the way. She rubbed faster and faster, head arched back against the wall, intent on reaching a new high. Suddenly her hand bumped into something and lost its rhythm. She opened her eyes, and to her shock Michael was standing in front of her, his erect penis forcing its way between her legs. Nikki had been standing with legs spread apart, humping herself with her hand when Mike had opened the restroom door. He'd been instantly mesmerized by the sight of the beautiful young Russian woman, skirt pulled up to her waist, panties on the floor, gorgeous legs splayed apart. He couldn't help himself, he knew that this was over the top, and that he might really get into trouble, but he stepped up to the aroused young woman and aimed his ridged tool at what was under her flash- ing hand. Nikki yelled, "NO MICHAEL, NO!" But she didn't try to fight him off as he thrust into her. As he went deeply into her, pushing her slightly up onto the sink, they stood for a moment, him looking over her shoulder at his reflection in the mirror, her over his, with shock and disbelief written on her beautiful face. Both felt the sensations of arousal as he filled her and was surrounded by her hot moist tightness in turn. Then Michael began to hump in and out of Nikki as if his life depended on it. After a bit, Nikki began to match his rhythm with her own. As the couple began to reach for their separate, but shared, orgasms, Nikki wrapped her lovely long legs around Michael's waist clamping her finely shaped ankles at his behind and began to thrust herself against him eagerly. Nikki screamed as she came. She had never had an orgasm with a man before, and was overwhelmed. Her body convulsed around and against Michael, he drove himself into Nikki as deeply as possible and pulsed his seed into her. Panting, out of breath, Nikki pushed Michael away from her and swore at him in Russian. "@*&#@! How dare you do that to me! If you make me pregnant, we will both get into trouble. You stupid man, you better not tell anyone what happened here! If you do so, I will say that you raped me and you will go to jail." Mike smiled wickedly and said, "Baby, rest assured I won't tell a soul! I promise." He thought to himself with satisfaction that things couldn't have worked out better if he'd planned it. Nikki pushed Michael out of the rest room and cleaned herself up as well as she could, then went back into the main cabin and to the other side of the aisle, trying to avoid Michael for the rest of the flight. They landed in Frankfurt, Germany to refuel, then picked up a couple of agency people at Heathrow. After Heathrow, Nikki didn't have to worry about Michael's attentions again and tried to sleep for the next seven hours. Continued in part 2... -=-=-=-=-=- Thank you Professor Stephen for your continued support. You're a real sweetie! 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