Message-ID: <52254asstr$1129943401@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY19-DAV1421F5709537CF9BFCC498D720@phx.gbl> X-Originating-Email: [man.simple@hotmail.com] From: "Simple Man" <man.simple@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2670 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 21 Oct 2005 22:18:34.0332 (UTC) FILETIME=[603DC1C0:01C5D68D] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 18:18:27 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} ASSM} Moscow U.S.S.R. Mg cons Part_1 X-Original-Subject: =?iso-8859-1?Q?{ASSM}_=22Moscow=2C_U.S.S.R._i=22_=28Mg=2C_cons=29_Part_1_?= Lines: 209 Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2005 21:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/52254> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hoisingr {ASSM} "Moscow, U.S.S.R. i" (Mg, cons) Part 1 of 2 By Simple Man [Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear when the Cold War was at its zenith and Nikita Kruschev was in power. The Berlin wall still intact and standing and children were a commodity that could be bought or sold. The nuclear threat that loomed over everyone and the certainty of a doomsday device all too real in most peoples minds. SM] Moscow, U.S.S.R. i The connecting flight from Paris to Soviet Moscow was without turbulence or discomfort of any kind, a perfect flight. As the aircraft rolled to a stop and the JetWay was extended I looked out the aircraft window to my left and again realized the harsh Russian winters these people endured. And even just entering the JetWay my glasses fogged up rendering be blind for the moment as people pushed from behind me. However stepping into the terminal my glasses again cleared and a very old acquaintance was waiting for me. "Comrade!" he called out as he saw me. Sergi Veldikov and I had done business for years and were friends as best as a world of differences could bring between us. We both needed the technology that each of us was working on as the human heart transplant with a mechanical device was still theory and this was my first visit to his homeland to work side by side under the new Geneva Accord allowing us to do so. It meant millions to each of our respective biomechanics companies and the promise of fame and a chance at the Pulitzer Prize in Medicine. These were heady incentives. The extremely long flight had left me exhausted as Sergi drove me to my hotel and we shared one drink as I tasted for the first time his native country's vodka, wow rugged stuff! We bade each other goodnight and I went up to my room to crash and get some much needed rest. But before we parted he gave me a very small envelope which I accepted, not knowing the contents or the customs here in the Russian Motherland. Climbing the ornate staircase I stopped on a landing and opened the note. "My dear friend, I have arranged for some tender company while you are visiting, please understand and enjoy the custom of my country. Sergi" Not really understanding what his note meant I finished my climb and placed the key in the door lock. The click of the lock was louder and more forceful than I had expected and I jotted this down in my mind as just another difference between our two nations. The room was dark when I entered and I was presented with a clearly feminine smell, not at all unpleasant. My bags had already been delivered and I reached to turn on the light switch when I felt a small hand touch mine. It was not a threatening touch as it was too gentle, yet it moved my hand from the switch. I stood there holding my breath as my eyes adjusted to the darkened room. Things became clearer and standing before me was a little girl completely naked with short blonde hair and misty eyes that looked dark in the darkened room. "tender company" I thought. I felt her other hand squeeze my manhood through my pants and I thought, good Lord the rumors were true, they had given me a child for my pleasure. Overpowering her resistance I switched on the lights and her gaze immediately went to the floor at her feet. Before me stood a little girl, about eight I would say, and very pretty. The nipples on her slightly fleshy breasts just beginning to become erect, her clitoris extending beyond the tightly closed slit of her labium, dark pools of blue in her eyes and scraggly short blonde hair, she was utterly adorable standing there naked with her left hand on my manhood. This was sweetness beyond compare as I had never seen a naked child before at her age. "What is your name, pretty one?" "I am Valeria and I belong to you now." finally lifting her eyes to meet mine. I had heard that these children in Russia were good lovers and no stranger to sex with men, but until now I thought it was just stories that circulated in barrooms between men that had been drinking too much. Kneeling down to her level I pulled her into my arms and immediately her arms went around my neck and her lips to mine. The kiss took me off guard as it was powerful and passionate and it was kiss after kiss as if she was hungry for them. Writhing in my arms and pressing her body to me as tight as she could, I just let her have her way. "You may have all of me you wish Sir." she whispered into my ear. Well! I was not married and therefore this would not be cheating on anyone. It was a practice that the police overlooked with the abundance of so many homeless children wandering the streets at any hour. "Can we eat first? I am so hungry." she asked in a childish voice. I stood up and went to the phone and rang up room service, ordering the entire menu, and adding the forceful "Now!" that made them react quickly. Not twenty minutes later they arrived with two carts and I tipped them with American dollars as their eyes went wide at the wealth being given to them. Valeria sat in a chair and eagerly waited for me to give her permission to eat, a quality she had that endeared her to me. I nodded and she dug in, the poor girl was starved. I was also hungry and I sat down to join her which obviously pleased the tiny child. All at once she was very talkative, a regular little magpie of verbiage only some of which I could understand. She wanted to know all about America and what western freedom was like, about clothes and Disneyland. Did I have a family and most important, would I want a little girl like her. She paused with a drumstick in her mouth, waiting for my reply. I said yes, and she dropped the drumstick clasping her greasy hands together and gave thanks to God for saving her and giving her this chance. With that done her eyes welled up with tears and she wept into her hands, sobbing and taking short breaths. I got up and went to her, holding her in my arms, soothing her, calming her. Once again our lips met only this time it was softly and coming from the heart as her greasy fingers ran through the hair on the back of my head, her tongue responding and telling me what lay in store for me tonight. A quick look around the room clearly indicated she had no clothes. Opening my suitcase I withdrew a t-shirt and dressed the pretty girl with it. The brand new, never been used fabric delighted her and she danced around the room as the joy overtook her. Then running back to the carts she grabbed a bratwurst and sat down pushing it up inside her, only to withdraw it a moment later and offer it to me. The intent look on her face as I devoured the delicious piece of meat. It was obvious now that she could take my manhood easily without any discomfort and I think she was eager to try. Walking over to me, she unfastened my belt and unzipped my zipper, tugging my pants and boxer shorts down at the same time. When my manhood appeared she gasped and smiled at me before closing her mouth over it and sucking forcefully. So abrupt was this move and so erotic I ejaculated into her mouth and watched her swallow it all. She wiped her mouth on her forearm and stood up and unbuttoned my shirt. I removed everything else and just stood in front of her, naked as the day I was born. She pulled off the t-shirt and led me over to the bed, she meant to get serious with me. Her tiny naked body was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced, an illicit preteen girl was going to give me all the sexual pleasure I could endure, and the desire in her eyes only helped. End of part 1 of 2 [This story is dedicated to an old friend, kids_at_play, who now is undergoing dialysis as his kidneys have failed and my prayers are with him. 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