Blackmailed Bride

"A small thing. So small. To make old man happy." He grinned that awful grin.

"What ...? What small thing?" I was shuddering.

"You ... such handsome woman. So tall. With eyes so green. Like emeralds. So trim of figure. Remind Sergei of Russian athletes. You athlete?"

I wanted to say no, but told the truth: "Swimming. In college."

"Da! Swimming. Kate have long and graceful lines of swimmer. Except those lovely and big breasts."

I folded my arms across my chest. "John is due back soon. What do you want?"

"I think you lie. But, maybe Sergei should go ... with phone!"

"What do you want? The small thing."

"Sergei wants to see Kate's beautiful naked body."

"NOOO!" I shouted. "I could never let you see ... I could never!"

"A small thing. You are naked every day, like everyone. This time, only difference—Sergei see. Sergei enjoy. Sergei has memory to take with him. And, Sergei leaves phone. All done. All over. Poof!"

"No! Definitely no. No way I'd let you see me naked."

"Maybe Sergei wrong. Maybe Kate right and will be better for video to show what Kate has done. Maybe better than minute of Sergei looking with admiration at Kate's body of beautiful woman."

I looked at the floor and said nothing.

"I know shy young thing. You keep eyes shut all the while so Sergei's gaze is not in Kate's memory. Good?"

I shook my head. I couldn't.

"Sergei go out in hall. Shut door. I wait minute. You remove clothes and say 'Sergei, come in.' Sergei enters, put phone in your hand, look at you. Walk once around Kate to look at all of Kate. You have eyes shut so you not see Sergei. Then I leave. Poof."

I shook my head and said, "I can't."

"Sergei shut door. If you say nothing, after minute is gone, Sergei leaves. With phone and visits internet and wedding place." He left the bedroom and quietly shut the door.

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My mind froze. Ten seconds ... fifteen seconds passed by. Letting this man see me naked was impossible.

More impossible was letting the whole world see me suck his cock. I drew my tank top over my head. Then unfastened my bra. Down went my shorts to the floor. Finally, I skinned my panties over my hips and let them drop to the floor.

I stepped into the middle of the room, closed my eyes, and said, "I'm naked," loud enough to be heard. I had forgotten what he wanted me to say, or maybe it was my last bit of protest.

I heard the door open, and then close. I could hear his breathing, which was quick and raspy.

"You, my beautiful Kate, even more lovely than Sergei dreamed. Kate's skin so white, so perfect. Kate's breasts magnificent. Kate's nipples, pink like baby's. And, Kate's red hair, not only on Kate's head, but glorious patch of fire between Kate's legs."

He walked closer. I could smell him, the stench of him as he got close. I reasoned that with my eyes tightly squeezed shut, my sense of smell was stronger.

I held my palm up. "The phone," I said. He placed it in my hand without hesitation. I gripped it much harder than needed, and even with this monster gawking at my naked flesh, I felt a little relief, a little justification that I had done the right thing.

He was behind me now. "Kate's ass so round and firm and delicious."

"You've seen what you wanted. Now go," I said.

"Yes, Sergei has seen and Sergei does want."

Without warning, I felt that filthy mouth on my right breast. He hungrily sucked at my nipple while encircling me with his arms.

My eyes flew open and the shock of what I saw made me scream. He too was naked. He must have undressed while I did and entered the room unclothed. No wonder the smell was stronger.

I had thought his legs were hairy, but even that observation had not prepared me for what I was seeing. There was not a single square inch of his body that wasn't covered with thick black and gray hair. It curled and matted over his chest, his stomach, his shoulders. Only slightly thicker was the massive growth of pubic hair from which stood, totally erect, that giant cock.

I tried to push him away, off my breast, but he was too strong. He had, even at his age, great bulging shoulder muscles, thick forearms, and biceps the size of my thigh. The body of someone who had done extremely strenuous work for most of his life. Coupled with the body hair, it reminded me of an ape.

I screamed again, louder this time.

"Sergei knows everyone in building gone. Scream if Kate like." Then he switched to my other breast. His rough tongue brushed back and forth over my sensitive nipple.

I pushed with both hands on his head, but the iron muscles of his neck held it motionless against my tit.

I tried to punch, but he easily slipped his head to the side, letting my clenched fist shoot past.

"Time has passed too long before Sergei gets kiss from beautiful Kate." He raised his face to mine and I tried to avoid him by shaking my head from side to side. He pressed his face tight against mine and licked my cheek, then found my tightly-closed mouth. I gave frantic muffled cries while breathing through my nose.

Those massive arms tightened around my body, constricting my breathing in a tremendous bear hug. My mouth flew open, trying desperately to catch just one breath.

His putrid mouth filled mine. His tongue probing and tasting, probing down my throat. Then he sucked my tongue—hard, and for a long time. The stench of his mouth was beyond belief. It crept deep into my nasal cavity.

"You like Sergei. Sergei knows."

"Let me go. Let me go."

"Your body says 'Kate need Sergei instead of puny John.' It says 'Kate never been properly satisfied.'"

"You're insane!" I said, and managed to push myself away and stumble back. Unfortunately, back until I hit the bed with the back of my knees and fell onto it.

He came forward, and I kicked with all my might, first with my right foot, and then with my left.

He easily caught each ankle in those weathered and scarred fists. He held them tight.

"You think Sergei never fight before? Many fights. Always win. Sergei too strong. Sergei too fast."

He held my feet up, almost lifting me from the bed. Only my shoulders supporting me. "Kate's feet tender like girl." He brought his mouth close and sucked in my big toe. Then with his tongue, he washed between each toe while making disgusting sounds of delight at what he tasted.

"NOOO!" I screamed.

He merely repeated the action on the other foot.

I kept pulling and kicking with my legs, but was powerless. He stood up and placed the soles of my feet on either side of his erect penis, pressed them tight, and started fucking between them. "Aahh!" escaped his lips.

But, that didn't last long. "Sergei returns favor now. Is that what Americans say?"

"Enough ... enough," I said. I had no idea about returning what favors meant.

He maintained his grip on my ankles and bent my legs back towards me until they were pressed onto the bed close to my ears. This raised my hips off the bed.

"See what Sergei means," he said while dropping his head down.

"NOOOO!" I screamed as I felt his rough tongue on my vagina. Now I understood. I had sucked his cock, and returning the favor meant he was going to use his mouth on me (something John had never wanted to do).

His tongue circled my vagina then he sucked at it expertly. I knew he was tasting, savoring my most intimate part. His mouth ventured lower, covered my asshole and probed deep with the stiff end of his tongue. I reacted as if I had been hit with an electrified wire. My hips leaped.

"Kate like. Sergei can tell."

But, he had saved the most telling and horrifying for last. His filthy mouth kissed, licked, and sucked its way up to my clitoris. When he found it, he teased and tongued it gently for several minutes while I wildly tried to twist away from his evil intentions.

Then he sucked it into his mouth and surrounded it with his lips.

"NOOOOO!" I screamed.

Sensitively, tenderly, he nibbled and licked it. Then began a rhythmic alternation of sucking and pressing with the flat of his tongue. Not hard, but steady.

My body had been exhausted by the efforts to free myself. I lay there trying to regain my breath and thinking of what to do next. That's when my hips took on a life of their own. They jerked once, then again. Not big, giant movements, but micro-motions that were gaining force.

"Nooo!" I whispered. "No!" That changed to "Aaahh!"

Sergei stopped to lift his big round face to grin at me. The sight of his mouth framed by my red pubic hair appalled me. "Stop!" I croaked.

"Kate says 'stop' but body say 'please continue, Sergei.'"

"You're crazy!" I managed to say before his mouth resumed on my clit. Then all I could say was "Oooohhh!"

My mind was becoming fuzzy, my breathing increasing until it was only panting, my hips gyrated, and the room was fading from my sight.

Then, he stopped.

My eyes flew open, and I had a mixture of thoughts and emotions.

"Sergei see Kate ready. So many juices flowing."

What was he thinking? What was he saying? His words were a blur in my overwrought mind.

He put my feet on his shoulders and encircled my body with his great arms, pinning all four of my limbs in his tight embrace. As if my 120 pounds was nothing, this brute lifted me off the bed and stood there grinning at me as he held me suspended. I was folded in half against the leering Russian.

He stood, as if waiting for me to realize what was going to happen.

"Put me down. Please—put me down."

"Sergei obeys Kate. See."

He lowered me, and my crotch slid along the hairy bulge of his stomach. Lower and lower until something hard, yet spongy probed the entrance of my vagina.

"NOOO!" I screamed as it hit me—I was being lowered onto the old man's erect penis, and the position he had me in made me powerless to do anything about it.

"Your woman part feels Sergei's manhood for first time. Admit to Sergei Kate already wondered what Sergei feel like inside Kate."

"Let me GO!" A rush of shame added to all else I was feeling. The night before, my mind HAD flashed to that very scenario. After feeling the size and hardness of that penis in my hand and mouth, I had naturally imagined what the massive weapon would do to a woman.

I shook my body as much as I could and managed to dislodge myself. But, he was immensely strong and had immense patience to match. He again and again raised me up and slowly slid me toward that waiting prong.

On his fourth try, the head of his penis firmly lodged against the saliva-slickened entrance of my vagina.

"No! I'm to be married soon. You're too big ... you'll hurt me ... ruin me!"

"Sergei ruin you. Yes! Ruin you for other men. Puny men. You forever remember and say 'not like Sergei, not man like Sergei!'"

He let me slip down. "OWW!" I yelled as the head found its way inside me. Inch-by-agonizing-inch he impaled me on his penis.

"All the while he talked softly and soothingly into my ear. Some in English and some in Russian. All hypnotically rhythmic and sing-song.

"Sergei halfway," he said at one point. Halfway? Already he was probing territory that John had never reached.

The elastic walls of my vagina were now accommodating themselves to his great girth. The pain was subsiding. Sweat covered my body. Sweat covered both our bodies—mine from the ordeal, his from the exertion.

I had nearly passed out. I was physically and mentally exhausted. But the last shreds of my consciousness registered that I was now lying on the bed. My new bed, the one that John had wanted to "break in." Somehow, he had, without disengaging himself, maneuvered us to the center of the bed. He had released my legs and arms and his weight crushed down on me in the standard missionary position. It was HE who was going to break in our bed. The old man was going to break it in with the 21-year-old bride-to-be—ME!

"So beautiful beneath Sergei. We make handsome couple."

The words seemed far away. But they registered. I could only imagine what we looked like: his dark skin made even darker by the wild tangle of sweaty hair covering his body—pressed against my peaches and cream skin. His balding head nuzzling my red hair. A vile old man grunting and sweating over a young girl.

My body lay lifeless. No strength, no will. I now wanted it to just be over. He was fully inserted in me. I felt a pressure within me like no other I had ever felt. A fullness bordering on bursting. But, the worst of the pain had passed.

And emotionally, the worst for me had passed. I now just had to endure and survive. I tried to make my mind go to another place: to John, to the wedding, to my future.

"We begin ... slowly we begin. Sergei great lover. Sergei knows woman's body."

I had expected a brutal assault. What I got was a performance. He withdrew to the tip of his penis, waited there for my vagina to reassume its shape, and then incrementally invade me again. He had propped himself on his elbows and knees so the crushing force of his bodyweight no longer constrained me.

For five minutes, my mind and body were silent. Then, on one of his excruciatingly slow thrusts, my hips tilted upward, meeting him in the motion. I didn't notice it, but he did.

"My Kate. Kate's body says 'hello, Sergei.'"

More minutes passed. Now every thrust of his was met with my lifting my hips.

His patience was astounding. He quickened only a little. More minutes, and my legs grew restless: my feet started to slide small caresses along his hairy thighs.

"Da ... da!" he whispered in my ear. Even I knew that meant "yes" but had no idea why he said it. That's how far disconnected my mind was from my body.

He lowered his head and took my left nipple into his mouth. There was no rush or aggressive action. It was slightly more than a kiss, but I felt a sensation rush through my chest and my hips gave a jerk.

"No ..." I whispered. I put my hands on his hairy chest, trying to push him away. He moved to the other nipple and applied greater suction than before.

"Ohh," I said. My pushing hands slid around his torso and began rubbing against his hairy back.

"Kate knows. Kate's body knows."

"No ... stop ... please." My voice seemed like it came from another room or another time.

He transferred his mouth to my neck and kissed and bit and sucked, all with equal delicacy.

"Mmmm," I grunted in my throat.

He tried to kiss me, but I turned my head. He didn't persist. Instead, he concentrated on his pace. That increased.

"Kate is ready. You will remember Sergei each time in the future. Kate will long for Sergei's touch and recall how Sergei brings Kate pleasure Kate can get no other way." His voice was hypnotic.

"No," I said, but my body increased its pace also.

"Say fuck me, Sergei. Fuck me!"

"NO! No!" I had one last shred of respect for myself, for John that I was determined to hold onto.

More speed, more pressure both inside and out. The greater force of his thrusts meant he was forcing himself into me farther that ever before. But, that didn't cause pain, but only new awakening sensations of pleasure.

I couldn't believe it. All the times John had made love to me never had made me feel remotely like this.

With one last effort of will, I tried to push him off me and twist away from under him.

He easily held me in place, but it prompted him to piston into me now at full speed. His breath was fast and rasping in my ear. He put more weight on me and that put pressure directly on my clitoris.

"Aaahh!" I cried. My legs went up around him and tightened to pull him deeper. My arms went again to his back and I hugged as hard as I could.

My hips matched his speed, and my mind finally caught up with the situation: he wasn't just fucking ME—I was fucking HIM!

"Say Sergei's name," he commanded into my ear.

"No!" I whispered back.

"Say Sergei's name," he said again. Then put more weight on my hips.

"Aaagghh!" I breathed out in one long glorious sigh.

He sought out my open mouth and plunged his tongue deep into it. My tongue reacted and met his and danced with it until I stuck it deep into his mouth and probed furiously.

Then, as if in slow motion, my body stiffened. I squeezed my eyes shut and tore my mouth away.

"SERGEI! SERGEI!" I screamed.

He put his full weight on me, plunging him to the greatest depth yet.

"I'M CUMMING! OHHH! I'M CUMMING! It was my voice echoing in the small bedroom.

I stayed on that peak, voiceless for another fifteen seconds, writhing under the old man. Then he let out a mighty triumphant roar: "AAAAAAHHHHH!" while holding himself deep inside me.

And I knew he was sending torrents of that thick hot Russian cum to the farthest reaches of my womb.

That was my last thought before I passed out.

Snoring brought me to. Loud snoring.

Sergei lay on his back, a sweaty, hairy mess of a man. Totally unconscious from his exertions. I looked and wondered what I was feeling. There was anger and shame and exhaustion and something else too. It would take time for it all to come together in my mind.

"TIME!" I thought. I looked at the clock. John was due to come home in a half hour. I couldn't believe how long we had been in bed.

I pushed at the inert mountain beside me. "Wake up! WAKE UP!"

He coughed and grunted and cleared his throat until he finally opened his eyes. "My Kate!" he smiled. It sounded like he gargled the words.

"Your nothing, you pervert! Get up. You have to leave. John can't catch you here ... can't catch us ..."

"Sergei understand. Puny John feel inadequate when he sees new Kate."

"Shut up! Just leave. NOW!"

"Wait," he said. "Phone," he said. He pulled his phone from somewhere I had dropped it. He fiddled with the screen, then showed me play screen of the video he had taken of me giving him the blowjob.

With a thick finger, he touched the trashcan icon and it said "Do you want to delete" and he pushed "Yes."

"Poof!" he said. "Sergei never lie. Sergei many things. Liar, not one."

I somehow didn't find that very comforting.

He got up and got dressed. I hugged the covers around me, shielding my naked body from his gaze.

"This," he said waving his hand toward me and the bed, "this Sergei's wedding gift to Kate." When I looked like I was going to explode with words in his direction, he held up his hand. "And, this," he made the same gesture, "Kate's birthday gift to Sergei. Sergei seventy on wedding day."

He looked like he was waiting for a "happy birthday" from me. I was silent.

"Another thing Sergei not do. Sergei does not bother married women. This was one time. You married, no more. Sergei bothers no married women." As he left the room, he added, "Except woman make choice." From the front door I heard, "Poof! Sergei gone."

I sat there for a few minutes, shaking my head. How did this happen? How did this all happen. AND—how could I do those things I did with that man?

I looked down and said to myself, "John, I'd say our bed has been broken in."

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My mind remained a jumble of thoughts. Should I call the police? Should I call John? Should I shut up? What?

Sergei had certainly forced himself on me—up to a point. After that point I was more than a willing participant. I felt so conflicted, and so guilty. I guess this is why so much stuff goes unreported.

And, the wedding. What would it do to the wedding and all the planning and all the guests and all anticipation? It was too much to think about.

And what about John? What would he think of his fiancée if he knew that Sergei had deposited a big load of cum inside his bride-to-be? And what would he think if he knew Sergei had made me cum like I never had in my whole life. Like I never imagined possible? What would he think if he knew Sergei's big cock had made me shiver and groan as I tried to get it deeper and deeper inside of me?