The Russian Enterprise Ch. 01

Ch. 01 - MY RUSSIAN BRIDE

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."