Fem America X Russia Novels & Stories

She stared with unabashed interest and asked me dozens of questions. “It’s much smaller than the Metro....I like how high the seats go!” Since we were so short, our feet didn’t even touch the floor. I swung my legs back and forth in delight, and she watched in awe. “In Russia, everyone is so serious...nobody is smiling. I’m enjoying the American attitude much better.” She swung her legs so they aligned with mine, and I took note of her black Nike Air Force Ones. I always thought Nikes only looked good on Athletes, but Vasha could pull off anything.

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Like the other men here, I enjoyed watching them dance and move but now that I had Isabella waiting for me, I didn’t find them appealing because I know Isabella will put these women to shame. Rex ended the silence by pushing the folder toward me. “I’ve got a hit for you.” “Where?” “Russia.” I hated going to Russia. It was cold as fuck, even colder than it was here and it was enormous. It was three times as big as all of Europe combined. “When?” “Immediately.” That meant I was leaving tonight. “How much is this deal?” “Twenty five million.” “Wow. This guy has a big bounty on his head.”

She’s right. The Russians don’t have any reason to attack us as an organization or attack me in particular. I just signed a deal with them not two months ago that set us both up nicely for a lucrative set of exchanges around a variety of well-made faux leather goods that keep plenty of money flowing to us from the US, where the demand is high, and people are both rich and stupid. Unless, of course, the question she posed is right. Who do they owe a favor, and who owes a favor to them?

Just like the men, I stare at her completely captivated. Irina Obraztsov was the first friend I made in America. She’s a year older than me and immigrated from Russia to pursue a singing career. She is one of the most confident, self-assured women I’ve ever met. She can come off as abrasive, and harsh, but she’s just got a zero-tolerance policy for bullshit – or what she deems bullshit. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea but considering everyone in West Hollywood is either lying or kissing someone’s ass, her direct – and at times brutal – honesty, is a breath of fresh air.

“How do I know what you say is true? All of these pictures were taken at one time and not multiple times as you claimed." “My future mate has the cutest small crescent moon on her left hip. I bet it is very sensitive. I can’t wait to suck on it. She is so responsive to my words. How much more responsive will she be when I finally take her? Like I said, I’m a patient male and she is worth the wait.” Alpha Richard said. “I will kill you and her before I let you have her. Zell is MINE! Emil growled.

I felt powerful and wanted. "He wasn't cheesy. He just told me how much he wanted me," I said honestly. Lila winked as we looked back to the workout leggings. "Victoria Secret is a few shops away. How good is that?" Kendall and Piper came up to us and shot me giddy grins. I screwed up my nose. "You have to do it! What else would he give him for Christmas? He'd love a good lingerie show for sure," Piper whined. I rolled my eyes at her.

They wished dearly that America would split and fall apart. For instance, at this moment, the Republic of Mai led the representatives of the three other countries to America. During the meeting, they actually proposed a condition for America to cede its land. A blonde, green-eyed woman from the Republic of Mai named Katherin was currently in her forties and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. She had an impish look as she said, “As we all know, the gap of this ancient force field is at the entrance of America. The demon tribe army has occupied your Flying Eagle Academy and they are now holding their troops still. I’m afraid that they plan to mobilize more battle forces. Once they finish t

Judging by the expressions on Mariya and Sofiya’s faces—the two blonde sisters lounging opposite Tatiana and me—it’s clear that whatever Faina is saying is important, so I can't even lie to myself that it isn't. “Speak English Sestra.” (Sister) Tatiana interrupts, her voice cutting through Faina’s rapid Russia like a knife. Faina looks up from her iPad, the corners of her lips twitch as she lifts a brow in her sister's direction. “Excuse me?” “Sredi nas yest' amerikanka, ty znayesh', ona ne ponimayet po-russki. (We have an American in our midst, you know she doesn't understand Russian)”

The combination of Olga's mouth on his cock, her pussy on his tongue, and picturing Krista with a mahogany cock going off in her mouth proved too much for Zach and he lost it, his cock exploding in Olga's mouth, her pussy flooding his tongue as she gulped his cum down, siphoning his cock until she had gotten every last drop of cum from him. "Do all Americans cum so much?" Olga asked, laying on top of Zach gasping for breath. "Russian men don't and their cum is thin, not like yours, which is very thick, almost chewy. I love cum." "I have no idea," Zach replied as she turned around, a smile splitting her sharp elfin features as she looked down into his face, her large, dark nipples hard and pr