Chapter 2: Introduction
The tall plastic Russian tramp strolls on heels into the club, tatooed skin, gratuitously on display. Pierced lip, trying to exude as much sluttiness as possible.
The big eyes, giveaway. She wants. Trolling for a dick she can’t find where she comes from. She thinks all American’s have huge long trouser snakes, Mother Country generation impression.
but there’s one flavor, that the fresh off the boat Russian craves,
Black.
Club attracts hungry men of color, playing games, smart to the spectacle of greedy immigrants wanting a piece of their action.
Gliding up the bar, ordering a cosmopolitan, she is alone but not for long.
She knows her targets. She sees them, 6-foot, powerful, dark-skinned, with a swagger that says, I own my shit, my money, and my Black Cock. She keeps the drool from slipping out of her mouth. Finally, a daddy,
a tall black, confident man detaches himself from the crowd, and walks towards her.
"How about a dance, sweet thing," his voice so deep, her womb trembles.
"You are very big… man” she says in sloppy
, broken English.
He Laughs.
"I'm Big Boy, baby." He puts his arms around her waist, grinding to the pulsating rhythm, hips gyrating.
She can hardly breathe but manages to reply, “guess what I want?” showing him her phone screen—"black cock."
Big Boy laughs heartily, and they move through the crowd, onto the dark dance floor.
Their bodies mesh in rhythm, sweaty, heated. “What is name?” She pants into Big Boy’s ear, her hot breath driving him wild,
her tight body intoxicating him.
“Call me King” he grunts, grabbing her hard by the waist, pulling her close, their bodies melded together without space between. Eyes locked.
The night spun around them, bodies twisting and turning, gyrating and grinding together in a thrust that felt like passion. This Russian delight, she was no stranger to lust. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it. As she move her hips against him, her core buzzing with desire, she whispered in his ear.
“I want your black cock, king. Need, now, take me to apartment, and use my like toy”
The thick accent slides off her lips, driving him to the point of no control.
“You sure, baby?” His deep voice rumbles, trying to hold on to the tatters of his restraint.
“Stop talk, just take Russian doll” she says, she just wants sex, the faster they leave the faster she gets it.
She isn’t interested in small talk or meaningless chit chat.
King’s eyes glow, the challenge accepted. He waves down the bartender with a flick of his wrist and tosses down some cash for the drinks.
King and Maria slip through the crowd, leaving behind a trail of smoke, dark glitter, and lust-filled desires. The gloom outside Lake Club envelopes them as they rush down the shadowed alleyways.
Maria’s heart races against the bitter chill, her breathing heavy, labored. She needs to feel King, his touch dominating her body. He’s picks her up effortlessly holding her against his chest. “Just go to alley, so horny”
“Damn bitch just wait a minute, I don’t live too far from here” King carries her through the dreary dark street. He walks with confidence, on a mission with this wild Russian he met. The city blocks pass by in a rush, and the crash and rumble of passing traffic fade into the background, as Maria's hands wander under King’s shirt.
“Girl, wait we there, in few minutes.” He can barely contain himself as her fingers explore his muscled chest and abs.
Can't believe he finally met this wild-child from Eastern Europe. As he makes it into his apartment, a relatively trashy lookin, bachelor pad, she immediately drops to all fours.
“Give Russia what I came for” she commanded, peeling off her tight latex skirt in one swift move.
King observes, taking in her beauty. She was looking up at him, waiting. Her fiery red hair was wildly scattered down her shoulders, and her blue eyes bore into him with a ferocity that took his breath away. She was stunning, a real-life sex goddess.
And in that moment, all of his gentlemanly instincts vanished.
Her skirt was off, her perfect, bare jiggly Russian dumpy ass waiting ever so patiently for a nice hard pounding. She was using her fingers to pry open her Russian pussy.
She was ready to be filled up by the thick, long, hard cock that King had to offer.
King was mesmerized by this spectacle. Never had he met a woman so confident, so shameless, so unashamedly horny. She knew what she wanted, and she was hell-bent on getting it.
He whipped off his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud. She watched him in anticipation.
He walked closer, pulling at his pants to reveal his cock, already hard and ready.
The night that follows sees King realize he can do literally whatever he wants to Maria. This was what he wanted, and she was giving it to him. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her pale white throat. She moaned softly, urging him on, and he obliged, pushing his cock deep inside of her.
He fucked her hard and fast, rougher than she expected. And that's what she loved about it, that's what she wanted. He fucked her like she was his plaything, his property. He pulled her hair, slapped her ass, and she begged for more. She was getting exactly what she came for, and she was enjoying every moment of it.
King's roughness took Maria's breath away. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't get enough. She wanted more, she needed more.
She barked and panted like a dog in heat, urging him to push harder, deeper.
King wasn't one to back down from a challenge, and so he obliged, pushing himself to the limit as he slammed into her over and over again.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him as he fucked her with everything he had. They were like animals, wild and uncontrollable, and the entire apartment shook with the force of their passion.
She was moaning and barking, unable to contain her excitement, and he was grunting and groaning, losing himself in the moment.
They fucked on the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the floor, and on the bed, unable to get enough of each other.
King was in a trance, lost in the depths of her lustful desires.
But as he looked into her eyes, something changed.
he takes all the liberties, and the Russian bimbo loves it.
She had never felt this used and didn’t want it to stop.
But as their lovemaking intensified, a strange sensation crept up on him. It wasn’t just carnal desire driving him, but a deep connection, a bond that began to suffocate him.
King realized that he was falling for her.
Maria’s trembling moans, her raw vulnerability, and passion stirred something in him. Something that he had never experienced before in his life. She was fiery and reckless, but at the same time, incredibly sexy and sweet.