The Russian Enterprise Ch. 10byWhiteWave48©
Katya was amazed. Lena's behavior was beyond mere flirtation. She was making her intentions quite clear the way she moved her tongue across her lips as she listened to him - how she held her sensual mouth open in amazement, gasping at every word. Even her laughs were louder as she tenderly slid one hand under his shirt.
When her hand fell to Tony's groin as the Merc surged forward unexpectedly, she was slow to move it away and found she had quite a handful. She and Tony eyed each other knowingly.
By the time they arrived at the Matassini-owned hotel, the two of them were better than best friends. Lena had chattered to him incessantly and Tony had laughed easily at her quaint jokes. Connie and Bonnie had learned their first words in Russian, snuggled up with Katya in the back seat.
The scene was 'happy families' all-round, and a very contented Tony glowed with satisfaction as he remembered why he loved girls so much.
Taking in the view through the hotel window, Katya remembered breakfast.
"Let's order coffee," she declared. "I can't eat anything with Carson gone."
"Of course," Lena smiled. "I'm forgetting about Carson. You must tell me all about him - well, as much as you would like to tell."
She picked up the phone.
"Here, you must eat" she said, flinging the room service menu across the bed in Katya's direction. "Decide what you want. I'm ordering croissants with my coffee. And there's fruit. We must try it while we're here. So different in Jamaica."
Katya smiled, ignoring the menu. "Order the same for me. I'll make it easy for you."
Lena placed their order and climbed back into bed. She patted the place next to her.
"Come here," she demanded with a naughty smile. "Come and tell me all about it. Maybe after that I will allow you to take a nap. I think perhaps you could do with one after a night with your Carson."
In her tight red dress, Katya walked toward her sister and presented her back as always. She closed her eyes with a sigh, waiting for the familiar touch of her sister's hand.
Lena reached across and unfastened the long zipper. Katya peeled the dress from her body, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor. Removing her strappy heels, she made herself comfortable next to Lena wearing only her dark red strapless bra and panties. They were in a double bed together once more. For a moment it seemed almost like home.
Room service was prompt and the food arrived with surprising speed. Hot coffee and buttery croissants were just right to begin the day, so they applied themselves to eating and sipping and licking their fingers until it was all gone. The tropical fruit was locally grown and very fresh.
"Sleep now," murmured Lena as Katya gave a yawn. "We can talk later."
"I can't," replied Katya. "My mind is a whirl. I don't know how to stop the thoughts going round in my head."
"My sister needs a massage, I think," Lena laughed. "Roll over for Dr. Lena."
While Lena gently massaged the exhausted young woman's shoulders, Katya told her about her night with Carson Peters. Of course she didn't reveal everything she'd done with her husband-to-be. Somehow she considered that kind of thing private between two loving people. Now that she'd found a soul-mate in this man, she didn't wish to share those details with anyone, not even her sister.
What she did divulge is how happy Carson had made her, how tender and versatile he'd been in his lovemaking, how good he was with his tongue and his fingers, and how they'd made love for hours. Carson had not expected to be serviced by this unknown Russian woman he'd obtained on the internet. He wanted to serve her instead. She would be his treasured possession.
And that was not all. He was also very pleased with his investment. Katya was deliriously happy with his way of viewing their unusual business arrangement where she happened to be the goods he'd purchased in exchanged for money. He'd told her he had no complaints about the product and would not be returning it to the manufacturer. They'd laughed at his joke. Katya had shed tears of relief.
"So that leaves us with the problem of Tony," Lena remarked as she finished her massage and gave her sister a hug.
"But is he really a problem?" asked Katya. "I thought you made an arrangement with him. And I thought you liked him."
Lena smiled. "I do like him," she agreed. "He's so full of charm, that man. Perhaps too much charm. But I need to know more. He may be dangerous. Chipper says he's a big-time crime boss - very powerful."
"And there's the family. The twins told me he is not their real dad, and there may be more he is not telling us. Is he married? I don't know. They said something about Lorraine who is not their mom. She's in some kind of clinic at the moment. It is very suspicious to me."
"All families have a strange history," replied Katya. "Don't forget, you aren't my real sister. Tony has no idea of that. Perhaps we all need to talk - you and me and this smooth man, Tony."
"There is one most important thing," added Lena. "We need to make it clear to him that you are taken. I think perhaps he thought he could sample the goods before delivery. We both know Carson would not accept that."
Katya shuddered. "The last thing we want is mob warfare - some kind of shoot-out," she agreed.
"Leave it to me," she assured her sister. "The only kind of shoot-out I plan to see is the one Mr. Matassini will demonstrate for me in the bedroom.
Through their laughter they heard a knock at the door. Lena, still in her robe, slipped out of bed to open it. It was Tony and he was standing there looking a little lost in his bright tropical shirt and casual pants.
"It's about the hurricane..." he began.
"You must join us in bed Tony," Lena purred as she led him in, thrilled at the chance to consolidate her position in his life. "I'm sure there is plenty of room for three of us here."
Already she was plumping pillows and smoothing out the sheet for him.
Tony was transfixed. He knew he'd find Lena at home but he was astonished to find Katya there as well. He was overwhelmed by her tousled blond beauty as she sat there in her red bra with the sheet pulled up to her waist. His penis came alive with a sudden rush of interest.
When Lena noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off her sister, a pang of jealousy stabbed through her heart. The sensation made her wonder if she was really fond of this man or if she merely wanted make a conquest. She'd allowed him so much freedom with her body in the pool the night before. Surely she could expect more from him now. Surely he noticed she was beautiful too.
But Tony was mesmerized. It was the first time he'd managed to see so much of Katya's breasts, and they looked magnificent swelling over the top of the red bra - almost as good as Lena's. He knew how good Lena had looked in the pool.
Making room for him in the bed, Lena indicated where he should sit, but he failed to acknowledge her invitation. Instead, he reached for Katya's hand and kissed it.
Lena gasped. She remembered how she'd tempted him, cavorting in the pool with the twins and showing off her body as he lay on a recliner watching from the side. At one stage she'd lured him into the water, slipping off her bikini so she could display her nakedness in full. She watched him ogling her large breasts as they floated higher on her body.
Once he'd joined her, Tony hadn't been slow to explore those breasts with his hands as they kissed. She'd slipped his swimsuit off beneath the water and felt for his rigid cock, encouraging him to slide it into her when his daughters went for fresh drinks.
There in the warmth of the tropical pool, with her legs wrapped round his waist, she climaxed easily as Tony pumped his cum deep inside her belly. To Lena it seemed a very hot thing to do in such an exotic place. She'd never had sex in a pool before.
Now she felt almost forgotten as Tony focused on the woman whose picture he'd worshiped for months.
"Hey Tony!" Lena sprang to her feet this time, her face wreathed in smiles.
Tony hardly noticed Katya's younger sister as she wickedly nudged him onto the bed and took hold of his feet, throwing him into a reclining position. He met her sudden attack with a mixture of astonishment and amusement.
"It's a big storm... I'm telling you... it's true...," he laughed, trying to be serious as he remembered his mission.
But Lena was in charge. One by one, she removed his slip-on shoes and tossed them over her shoulder. They fell with a 'clunk' to the floor.
"We must make you very comfortable," she insinuated. Naughty things were going on in her mind. She couldn't allow Tony to steal Katya before her eyes.
Quickly she settled on something she'd heard about in America. What was it called? Bat and swatch? No, bait and switch - that was it! She would bait and tempt Tony with Katya and use his passion to switch it to herself. She smiled, confident in her ability to satisfy any man.
"More?" she asked as she pulled off his socks and tossed them aside, caressing each foot with practiced hands. "Shall I remove more - or less?"
"If you insist, you tigress! More... I don't know!" Tony gasped, his toes curling at her touch. "Damn! Why are you undressing me? There's a hurricane coming. Didn't you hear the weather report?"
Lena was using her fingernails under his instep and breathing hot air on his toes.
Tortured by her touch, Tony couldn't keep his mind straight. He'd come to her room with Hurricane Dean on his mind and found himself swept away by an unexpected tornado. He caught sight of Lena's breast through the opening of her robe as it fell away from her body and his cock stirred again in his pants, swelling noticeably. He remembered her naked tits bouncing as she frolicked in the pool the night before.
Lena took advantage of his position. She was giggling at his unease.
"If your feet have had enough, I can undo your shirt buttons with my teeth."
The man's cock jumped at the word 'teeth'. Tony imagined her pulling back her luscious lips to nip at his shirt buttons and strip him bare with her incisors.
Exposing her teeth like an animal, Lena crawled onto the bed and straddled his body. She was growling quietly, nuzzling at his chest through the lurid print on his shirt. She tormented a nipple.
"You were looking at my sister," Lena interrupted, "At her breasts, to be exact. A man could die between those breasts. Would you like to die there, Mr. Matassini? Would you like to die with your face buried between my sister's breasts?"
She was really teasing him now. As she spoke, she crawled right up over him, growling like a hungry animal about to eat him whole.
Her own large breasts fell forward inside her robe and threatened to spill from the garment and smother him. With her dark hair in disarray she appeared almost crazy. She looked across at her sister and winked.
Katya knew what to do. Reaching for Tony's arms she pulled them above his head then edged forward and leaned her weight gently on his hands. She bent low and planted a kiss in the crook of his arm.
"Don't worry Tony. I will make sure she doesn't eat you alive," she assured him.
Tony sensed her touch and shivered, not knowing whether to turn his mind to her fingers or dream of her naked breasts on his face. The feeling was so light that he dared not move in case he lost contact. Katya stroked his arms.
Lena continued her tease - so much rougher than the gentle lure set by Katya. Sitting astride his body, she reached for the knot at her waist. To Tony she looked as if she was about to reveal everything. She could feel his bulge pressing against her ass as she sat against his rising cock. Her dark, trimmed pussy showed as her robe gaped.
"I could tie you to the bed so my sister can torment you with those big breasts," she murmured close in his ear, pretending to untie the knot.
"Tie me? You'd like to do that, wouldn't you?" Tony joked, knowing it wasn't his style. "I'd like to see you try!"
"Or maybe we can roll you over and my sister can walk up and down your spine in her heels while I bite the soles of your feet."
"What? Only my feet? You'd stop at my feet, you vixen? Come on! You can do better than that!"
He laughed at her, trying to make light of her suggestion. He'd never tried that kind of thing, but the thought made him gasp.
Tony was trying to be cool but his cock was taking over from his brain and he was losing his grip. Lena was always giving him two things to consider at once and he was trying to imagine both of them happening to him at once. The double concept was so extraordinary that his cock sprang up and stayed there, forming a tent in his pants.
Lena gave his calves a little kick with her heels.
"Now, that's enough sexy talk from me right now. But remember I'm still on the horse and I know how to ride."
She slapped his thigh and he gasped with surprise and pleasure. She was enjoying her game with this crime boss and he seemed to be playing along with her.
"What is it you say to your horse in America, Tony? Giddee... app?"
"Yeah... yeah... we say that... something like," breathed Tony, waiting for more. He'd enjoyed the slap. His leg was smarting from the blow.
Katya spluttered a laugh as she listened. Lena continued.
"Look, Tony, there's room here in bed for the three of us, but I have fallen in love with your charm," she announced. "You know women very well, and I am one of them. I need to know you are thinking of me as the most important woman in your life at this moment, or I shall be very sad. Besides, Katya has been busy all night and she needs to take a shower. You and I - we need to get on with our business here."
Tony looked surprised, but Lena regarded him with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well, it's all about getting a man to do what he's never done before," Lena said mysteriously. "Do you have anything unusual in mind? Or shall I decide for you? My sister wants to know."
"Well... it's all... so... good... who can choose?" Tony answered haltingly.
Lena wiggled her bare ass against his bulge.
He knew she was joking, but she was such a tease he didn't know how to take it. Lena didn't play by the book. He caught another glimpse of her labia as the robe parted. They were plump and rosy with through the trimmed, dark hair.
Swept up in a whirlwind of sensation, Tony wasn't sure if it was all triggered by Katya or Lena. Lena seemed to be doing all the work, but she was holding out Katya as the bait in everything she said. In spite of that, he dared not lose touch with the elder sister. He longed for her tender touch.
Above Lena's waist, the robe gaped wide, revealing a generous cleavage that promised more of what he'd only tasted the night before. Lena undid the tie belt and gathered it into her hands.
"Mmm... That's my Tony," she hummed as she slid from his body and tossed the belt to Katya. Her robe fell open as she began to undo his zipper.
"Lift," she directed, sliding his pants down over his ass.
Katya wrapped the tie round his wrists and tied a loose knot. It was more a symbolic gesture than a serious restraint, but he could feel it there. Tony couldn't suppress the fear that she'd tighten the knot at some stage. He'd never submitted himself to anyone like this before, not even in jest.
Lena took hold of his pants at the hem and yanked them down his legs. Aroused by the friction, he was desperate for her to take off his boxers. His hard cock wanted out.
"Hey, I think you missed something," he reminded her when she failed to follow through.
"Oops! Did I?" Lena laughed at her apparent oversight.
Ignoring his desperate state, she was already between his legs, crouched near his feet, forcing his knees wide apart as she began to kiss her way up the inside of one thigh.
Feeling deliciously vulnerable, Tony felt the imminent exposure of his most sensitive parts as his cock forced its way upward against the fabric.
Tony groaned. "Take them off... please..."
But Lena wasn't ready. When she reached the general area of his manhood she rested her hand there absentmindedly as she began to lick and suck and kiss elsewhere - anywhere but where he wanted. It was agonizing for Tony. Why didn't she take hold of it properly? Why just touch without intent? His cock lurched, reaching for her, begging her to change her mind.
But Lena's mouth was ever upward. Soon she was nudging his balls with her nose. Above her, his erection was making a mountain out of his boxers, no longer a mere tent. The shiny silk was catching the sunlight.
Tony caught his breath. He could feel her nuzzling down there doing things between his legs, could sense the warmth and freshness of her dark hair as it brushed against his inner thigh. And there was something new. She was gathering his ball sac in her hands, making a bunch down there covered by shiny silk. What was she up to? She was supposed to take the shorts off but now she was making a bunch, tugging at his scrotum and shaping up a bouquet.
He gasped. "Hey! What are you doing down there?"
"Mm," she moaned in reply. "How low can you go with these big balls of yours? Katya, this man is hung like an ox!"
The feeling of pleasure was exquisite. If he'd gasped at her first touch, he certainly let out a huge groan at the second. Lena was grazing his balls with her teeth, eating them the way she would take a bite from an ice cream cone. She pressed her lips to his balls and let out a low growl.
"Grrr..." she growled again, licking her lips. "Double scoop."
The effect of the vibrations was like he'd never felt before; the sensation made his cock jerk under the satin fabric, desperate for release. He tried to pull his hands away to lower the elastic of his shorts, but Katya yanked at the tie on his wrists and held him there firmly. He felt the knot tighten.
"Stay there Tony," soothed Katya, patting his arm. "You don't want to injure your family jewels on my sister's smile."
As Tony arched his back and looked up and he caught sight of her blond hair as she bent to kiss his forehead. He could smell her womanly perfumes as she lowered her face to his. But he loved it. Unwilling to break free and hurt the one he adored, he fell back on the bed.
From her kneeling position on the floor, Lena looked past Tony's bulge.
"Tony!" She paused, his scrotum still tight in her hand. "We must talk." She gave his balls a little squeeze. Katya pulled on the knot.
Tony gasped. He wasn't sure if he felt pleasure or pain. Things were getting serious.
"Tell me about it," he groaned. "But not too serious, hey? You two gotta get me off after all this."
"Just fun-serious then. A quick quiz." Lena used the fingernails of her other hand to trace a few teasing trails of sensation over the swollen, silk-covered balls.
"First question," she continued. "You know Katya is spoken for. It's a business deal, so there's no way my sister can break the contract. Are you willing to say goodbye to her?"
Tony thought a moment. How could he say goodbye to Katya forever? There was something about her. He'd like to see her again. Stalling for time he tried to deal with this question, a strange experience for a man who selected his own friends and eliminated his enemies.
Lena squeezed his balls harder, reminding him of his need to answer.
"OK, OK! I'll say goodbye to her," he gasped, "But I must be able to say hello to some gal up front. I've just done a big import deal and the guys in the game need to see me with a woman on my arm."
Katya felt relieved that Tony was prepared to take away the pressure. She edged forward and leaned over his face, planting a little kiss on his prominent nose. As she withdrew, Tony could almost see the kiss there as if a tiny feather had landed and stayed.