The Power of the Illuminati – Ch. 05 – The Russian Model_(1) by Alexander Ryker

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Alexander takes advantage of a Russian super model

My international business was done for now. I have to admit, I enjoyed raping that Iraqi girl, but she was definitely not the quality of woman I was used to. I needed something of a bit higher class. The intercom buzzed.

“Sir, the limo has arrived.”

“Excellent, send her up.”

I leaned back in my chair and had a quick cigarette. Ten minutes later, the elevator door dinged and out stepped my angel. Although from the stumbling, it seemed that my angel was a bit drunk, she was nonetheless beautiful. It was a woman by the name of Irina Petrov. She was an up and coming lingerie model. She was spotted in her hometown of Moscow and shipped over to the USA and had since appeared in quite a few ads. She was on the cusp of making it big.

She was absolutely stunning. Blond wavy hair, just past her shoulders, large firm round tits and legs that seemed to stretch for miles. According to her modeling profile, she was 5’9”, 36-24-36.

Tonight, she was wearing a black top that stopped just above her chest, a black skirt, dark stockings and a pair of shiny black high heeled shoes. She wobbled in, obviously a bit tipsy and looked around confused.

“Are yoush the agent I was to see?” She said. It was actually a bit hard to understand her because of the slurring and her heavy Russian accent.

“Not quite Irina. I am actually a big fan of yours. You have done very good work in the past year. But let’s just say I am a person who can affect your career, much more than any agent.”

“Hokay. So what…what you do? Hey mister, this is very nice place. You can see the WHOLE city!” She said, swaying from side to side.

“Thank you. But before we get started about your career. Why don’t you take off your clothes.” I said, smirking.

“I don’t shink so mister. I need to see CASH first. If you want to see me with no clothes on…see my portfolio. And I don’t do nude pictures, jusht lingerie.” She giggled.

“Ahh Irina. So naïve. You think I want to hire you. Not quite. I want to fuck your brains out. So why don’t you take your clothes off.” I said, leaning back in my chair.

“I…I don’t think so” She laughed out loud. “I am Irina Petrov. Russian sooooper model of the U, S of A. I am sooo getting the FUCK out of here.” She whipped around and walked back towards the elevator. She pushed the button, but the light did not go on. She kept clicking it. “Hey mister. Your piece of shit elevator not working.”

“Quite the contrary. I simply turned it off. Now listen here Irina. If you spend the night with me, doing whatever I want, I can make it worth your while. I can get you spreads in Maxim, Playboy…wherever. If you accept my terms, you can signal your acceptance by climbing onto my desk and taking off your clothes. I want to see you strip like dancer in a club.”

“Fuck YOU mister. Now turn elevator back on, or I call cops. This kidnapping you know!” She was now getting really angry.

“I thought you might not accept my terms. So here are my new terms.” I turned on a large screen on one of the walls. On the screen were pictures of her younger sister Tatiana Petrov. She was 13 years old and still lived in Moscow. They were just casual pictures of her. In one, she was leaving for school; another was her at the park and one of her leaving a party late at night. But you could tell they were all recent and taken without her knowledge.

“Wha…why do you have pictures of Tati?” She said, with real fear in her voice.

“Your sister is quite beautiful. She is starting to blossom like her older sister. Well, let’s just say I have some business associates in Moscow. There are people who deal with transactions of a less legal nature. I’ve asked one of them, to watch your sister. If they do not hear from me by tomorrow noon my time with news that I have fucked your brains out, they will kidnap her. They will ship her up to Siberia, where there is a whore house for the oil workers. They actually calculate profit from a prostitute there in terms of fucks per hour. I think your beautiful sister will probably have a very high margin. You will never see her again and you will have to live the guilt that your unwillingness has turned her into a slave.”

“You FUCKER! If you lay hand on my sister, I will kill you!” She growled.

“You have one minute to decide”. I started counting quietly to myself. The whole time, I simply clicked through the pictures of her sister. At the conclusion of one minute, I stopped on a picture of her sister sleeping peacefully in her bedroom, taken by a camera through the window.

“Time is up.” I clicked a button on my desk and the elevator opened. “You can leave. Your sister is now the property of the Moscow syndicate.”

“NO! Please do not do this. I…I will do what you ask.” She pleaded.

“Prove it. I don’t believe you will do whatever I ask. Those are my terms.” I said menacingly. Irina walked slowly over to the desk. She climbed onto it unsteadily. She started to sway her hips to imaginary music. First, she pulled off her tight top and threw it casually to the floor. Underneath, she had a bra that only covered the bottom of her tits. She rubbed her breasts, squeezing them together and playing with the nipples while she continued to dance seductively. By this time, my hard-on was ready to burst.

“Turn around. I want to see your ass.” She turned around and leaned forward. Since she was on the desk, I could see right up her dress. She had a pair of black silk panties, along with black lace garters to hold up her stockings. I guess she was truly dressed as a lingerie model tonight. Best of all, she was all mine.

“Get rid of the skirt and panties. But leave the bra and garters.” She ran her hands behind her and unzipped her tight skirt. She slowly slid her skirt down her long legs and stepped out of them very carefully. Next her panties came off, which were actually outside her garters. I could now see her pussy, which had light blond hair, cut very short.

“Very nice pussy Irina. Why don’t you come down from there and stand next to my desk so I can see you.”

She stepped down slowly, almost falling off at one point. Irina then stood in front of me. Her body was a thing of perfection. Her stomach was flat, her hips perfectly rounded and her boobs were firm and round.

“Please mister, will leave my sister alone please, Da?” She said, with a pleading look in her eyes.

“It is not mister. From now on, it is master or SIR. Technically, you were a minute late in accepting my offer. Therefore, you will need to give me a blowjob, which will decide whether I will even re-open my previous offer. If it is very good and only if it is very good, then I will allow you to choose to stay here and do whatever I want for the night, in exchange for your sisters continued freedom.”

“Yes sir. I understand.” She said, bowing her pretty head.

“But first, unzip my pants, take off that bra and wrap those pretty melons around my hard cock.”

“I am sorry sir. Melons?” She asked, confused.

“Tits, you dumb cunt. Tits!” I yelled at her.

She got down on her knees in front of me. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra, which fell to the floor. It seems like her breasts actually burst out.

“Very nice boobs you have.” I reached out and groped them like a teenager. I was very glad to discover no sign whatsoever of implants inside. All natural. Meanwhile, she ran her hands along my legs and unzipped my pants. I lifted my ass so she could pull my pants and underwear down to my ankles. She gave a sigh, leaned forward and put my rock hard dick in the valley between her creamy white breasts. Irina took her hands and squeezed those soft boobs tight around my dick and started to tit fuck me.

“Lick my dick at the same time.” Her tongue slowly slid out and gave my penis head a quick lick with her velvet tongue on each downward stroke. Each time she touched it, I could feel waves of pleasure go through me.

“Yeah bitch, that feels good. Now suck my dick. And remember, your sister’s freedom depends on how good you blow me.”

She gave a shudder as she realized the gravity of her situation. Her tongue played around the head and then she moved down slowly, teasing me along the way until she reached my balls. It moved from one to the other gently, making me almost want to come right away. After moving her mouth back up, she wrapped her soft lips around my penis and sucked hard.

“Ahhh…that feels fucking great slut. You know how to give a blow job!”

“Th…thank you sir. I trying very hard.” She said in her broken English.

She put her silken lips back onto my dick and started to move very slowly down the shaft. The whole time, she was sucking very hard and playing with the dick head quickly. I was shocked when she kept going, all the way down to the bottom. I looked to the side and could see in the reflection in the window, her lips were touching the base of my dick. It was the deepest any girl had every put my cock willingly. Or mostly willingly in this case.

After staying there for a moment, she pulled back up until just the head was in her mouth and then thrust back down. One of her hands moved along the inside of my leg until it was rubbing gently against my heavily swollen balls. Her mouth came off the head with a pop and she drooled a big gob of spit directly onto my nut-sack, rubbing it gently into it with her soft hand. With her other hand, she wrapped it around the base and started to jerk me off.

“Look at me.” I said, between breaths.

I was looking into her perfect face, whose lipstick was smudged a bit on her smiling lips. She was trying to look as sexy as possible, but her eyes were the ones that showed fear.

“You know you are very sexy you slut. Now get back to work. I want to cum all over that pretty face.”

She wrapped her soft lips back around my pole and moved her head up and down on it smoothly. At the same time, she was whacking me off and playing with my nuts. There was no way I was going to last long like this.

Not more then a minute later, I grabbed her hair tightly and yanked her head off my dick and back. I stood up in front of her, with my cock at face height.

“Jerk me off all over your pretty face you porno slut.” I still held onto her beautiful blond hair and stared into her perfect face. She continued to rub my balls as her hand began to move faster and faster on the shaft of my cock. Suddenly, her picture perfect face was ruined as a stream of white cum flew out and splattered all over her. Irina tried to twist away, but I had a firm grip on her.

“Keep whacking me. Get it all out.” Another shot flew out and landed on her chin and lips.

“Ahhh. That was great. Now clean me up with your tongue.” I let go of her hair and she moved her tongue towards me, cleaning the semen dripping off the bottom. My sensitive dick jumped every time she rubbed it.

“I now renew my offer. You spend the night with me. You do whatever I say, whenever I want. Your sister will be safe from my associates. In fact, nobody needs to even know you were ever here or what transpires. Do you agree?”

“Yes. I mean…yes master.” She said, bowing her head.

“Alright, clean that crap off your face. Take the elevator down one floor. There will be a bathroom on your right and a bedroom on your left. Stay dressed the way you are now, including the heels and wait for me on the bed. With your legs spread. Da?”

“Da…master.” She said, getting up and started to move towards the elevator.

I lit up a cigarette and relaxed in my chair. This was going to be a fun night. I pressed the intercom button.

“Send Avril up to see me in the bedroom.”

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