Continuation of my previous story:http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5673100/Esclava-rusa-2.html
-Alina.-I called out almost with a snore. The bed shook suddenly.
-I love! What...What do you need? -Her voice sounded nervous and her breathing was excited.
-Why are you masturbating at this hour?
No, I... It's that. Sorry, I love. I'll sleep on the floor if it doesn't bother him.
-Come here. I barely managed to grab her hand. I listened to her soft whimper, which emerged from surprise and the bed shook again. -How long have you been masturbating yourself?
I love... Please forgive me.
It's not anything bad, just respond.
I discovered it when I was 11... -Her voice was a thread, a sigh and a scream at this point.- When they found out about me, I... I... Without food, without water... Today I felt really happy for the first time in a long time. Sorry.-I barely managed to understand what she was saying, but I already imagined it. I wrapped my head around her neck with one arm and caressed her back with the other. It wasn't good dealing with foreign feelings, either seemed to calm down. - Why... why?
-Why why?
-Why does she hug me?
That doesn't matter. I had to ask what shampoo they used at the hotel, its scent was excellent. Do you feel better?
Are you going to punish me?
-I already told you that there's nothing wrong with you masturbating. -I was noticing my breathing getting faster and almost frantic. It wasn't just his scent; it was knowing he had put on only a tank top and oversized boxers.- I'd even help you out. -It was his smooth and warm body pressed against me, with his arms wrapping around me too. -Do you feel better?
Yes, I love. I feel better. -His hug was tightening, his face stuck to my chest.- Many thanks. For all this day, for what will come after.- His voice was calm. -But... What did he mean by helping me?
For the first time since I opened my eyes, I noticed my face was hot; and for the first time since I hugged her, I noticed the erection sticking to her stomach. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't let myself be carried away like that. Objectively it was better to have sex as a slave in a way she would allow and want it, before forcing her and giving her an excuse to try to escape and ruin everything for such a clumsy mistake.
Even with that, there were many variables: how the situation would excite her so much too, that she would want to be punished, that even if she had sex with her she would still be loyal or not. There was a possibility that she wouldn't even know anything about sex and learned to masturbate like any boy and therefore wouldn't know there's more, but that would contradict the question she asked hours ago... The indecision filled my head completely.
-Do I love you? Are you okay? Can I bring you something to drink?
I'm fine, don't worry about it. -I took her from the shoulders and moved her away from me a little. She settled face up and let out a long sigh, still had her head on my arm. I was already lying on my side. I put my hand on her stomach, a startle shook her, feeling her skin bristled. -This is what I meant by helping you.- My hand descended towards her pelvis. Alina's breathing became more frantic; one of her hands rested on my chest, but didn't push, caressed, just like my hand was doing, opening up between her pubes and feeling a humid heat coming from her crotch.
Her head inclined back and her hip moved down; she put her other hand on the one that was caressing her.
Do you want me to stop?
-No...-moaned.-Help me a little more, please.
Through her lips I felt the entrance of her vagina and I felt like going crazy. Her clitoris was easier to please than I expected. In circles my fingers wandered over it and then descended to give it a break. The warmth of the bed, humidity, her moans and my terrible erection felt almost dreamy.
I opened my eyes and saw that white ceiling, from an unknown country. The morning light was entering through the windows that faced the lake. Only when I tried to get up did I notice the humidity in my groin and the weight on my chest. Her hair was scattered over my torso, her hand still holding my member, her fine fingers seemed to be wrinkled. I came a lot, it seems.
My arm was tingling under her belt.
I picked up her hair and saw her with her sleeping face more serene than I could have imagined. She drooled on my chest. I managed to get her into bed and ordered room service.
During the morning we didn't talk about the topic. The conversation varied around what clothes should be chosen, giving him free rein.
He bought as much underwear as he could, skirts, dresses and pants.
My sweater was too big and it was cold, but the coat hid her body.
After finishing the shopping, she ran to the room to put on her new clothes. She opened the bags and left them aside while putting on and taking off garments. Finally, she decided to try on black tights, white tennis socks, a black skirt, and a grey T-shirt; she didn't seem satisfied with her appearance after looking in the mirror.
-All that's left is to fix a few things. I said that while gathering the bags and putting them next to the trash can.
-What's up, love? -She seemed confused.
I took some black panties from the luggage and approached to remove his boxers.
I love...
I'm sorry, you need to put this on. I'll pass you other clothes that match.
It's not that... Can we do it again, love?-Her face was red, and I noticed her lips trembling. A part of me felt a punch in the stomach, a part of me wanted to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about. I took the elastic band from my boxer briefs and pulled it all the way down. Alina put one hand over her mouth and the other on my head.
Lift your legs.-She obeyed. Finally I put on her panties and managed to see how the fabric darkened a little more on her lips. I got up and went lifting her shirt from below-Lift your arms.-Her uncovered breasts were just as I imagined, some moles and freckles, but that gave it a more beautiful touch. I rummaged through the pile of clothes and finally found a black bra.
I love...
We'll do it again. Tell me every time you want to do it again. If you feel more prepared we can do other things. Stretch forward. -The bra was in its place. I chose a blue lacy shirt, and I'm going to wear a black knitted sweater on top.-For this climate, I recommend you use boots. Were they comfortable?
-Yes, I love...
-Okay. Sit down on the bed. Maybe we'll walk a bit more, so you'll wear socks, sometimes boots feel comfortable but hurt the skin over the ankle tendon.
-Can we do it now, love?
Yes, we can. But we won't do it.
-I understand, I love. Sorry.-He lowered his head and headed towards the laundry bag.
-No. It's not that. We need to go back to the mall. Since you're dressed I remember we forgot to buy a suitcase and hygiene items for the trip.-After all she smiled.
What's that, master?
We're in public.
-Hey Mark!-corrected
It's a hair removal cream.
And that?
Antiperspirants.
And that?
Clips for hair, pins and tweezers. Almost everything is for you.
-Thanks, I love you.
The travel route would be towards Dzhubga, which had a port on the Black Sea. The ship would set sail from there and we would follow a long route through the Aegean, Mediterranean, Alborán, and finally in the Atlantic.
No doubt it wasn't the best plan, but in case of an unexpected event we could head down to one of the other countries or islands on our route. The biggest problem was getting IDs for Alina. I had plenty of time since the boat trip would take weeks, but it's easier to disappear from the migration radar by boat than by plane.
I love you, I haven't been able to serve you well so far. Sorry.
I suppose you're saying that because you've only slept and bought things. It's not that serious. Your life won't be that complicated from now on.
What will I do at home, sir? - she asked while folding her clothes and trying to make them fit in the suitcase.
-Hmm, Mostly in charge of cleaning, laundry, dishes, the backyard.
You mentioned company when you bought me. What did you want to say with that? -I realized how pathetic it sounded.
It's a big house, arriving from work and having to do everything alone is tiring. You'll have breaks when you finish your work and I'll rest when I arrive from mine. Being alone and feeling lonely most of the time isn't pleasant or healthy.-She was silent for a while. Almost everything in my suitcase was organized, except for dirty laundry. I had arrived in Russia two days ago by plane, my biggest problem facing the future was explaining the lack of exit stamp on my passport and boarding pass. But buying it, putting it in a box to Mexico while I went comfortably on a plane wasn't an option.
-And if we do what we did last night when we're at home? - He looked towards his suitcase, turning his back on me.
-It would also be a good idea to kill time.-Finally he closed his suitcase.
-You said there was more.- He turned to look at me with his legs trembling. I nodded, sitting in the armchair.
-Can we try everything?
-All?
-Everything, please, I love.
Good.
-Can we do it now?-She knelt on the bed and was crawling towards me.
-No. There's something more we have to do.-Despite everything, I had a new idea.
End part 3Part 4: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5688131/Russian-Slave-4.htmlWe're advancing little by little but first is the story.
-Alina.-I called out almost with a snore. The bed shook suddenly.
-I love! What...What do you need? -Her voice sounded nervous and her breathing was excited.
-Why are you masturbating at this hour?
No, I... It's that. Sorry, I love. I'll sleep on the floor if it doesn't bother him.
-Come here. I barely managed to grab her hand. I listened to her soft whimper, which emerged from surprise and the bed shook again. -How long have you been masturbating yourself?
I love... Please forgive me.
It's not anything bad, just respond.
I discovered it when I was 11... -Her voice was a thread, a sigh and a scream at this point.- When they found out about me, I... I... Without food, without water... Today I felt really happy for the first time in a long time. Sorry.-I barely managed to understand what she was saying, but I already imagined it. I wrapped my head around her neck with one arm and caressed her back with the other. It wasn't good dealing with foreign feelings, either seemed to calm down. - Why... why?
-Why why?
-Why does she hug me?
That doesn't matter. I had to ask what shampoo they used at the hotel, its scent was excellent. Do you feel better?
Are you going to punish me?
-I already told you that there's nothing wrong with you masturbating. -I was noticing my breathing getting faster and almost frantic. It wasn't just his scent; it was knowing he had put on only a tank top and oversized boxers.- I'd even help you out. -It was his smooth and warm body pressed against me, with his arms wrapping around me too. -Do you feel better?
Yes, I love. I feel better. -His hug was tightening, his face stuck to my chest.- Many thanks. For all this day, for what will come after.- His voice was calm. -But... What did he mean by helping me?
For the first time since I opened my eyes, I noticed my face was hot; and for the first time since I hugged her, I noticed the erection sticking to her stomach. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't let myself be carried away like that. Objectively it was better to have sex as a slave in a way she would allow and want it, before forcing her and giving her an excuse to try to escape and ruin everything for such a clumsy mistake.
Even with that, there were many variables: how the situation would excite her so much too, that she would want to be punished, that even if she had sex with her she would still be loyal or not. There was a possibility that she wouldn't even know anything about sex and learned to masturbate like any boy and therefore wouldn't know there's more, but that would contradict the question she asked hours ago... The indecision filled my head completely.
-Do I love you? Are you okay? Can I bring you something to drink?
I'm fine, don't worry about it. -I took her from the shoulders and moved her away from me a little. She settled face up and let out a long sigh, still had her head on my arm. I was already lying on my side. I put my hand on her stomach, a startle shook her, feeling her skin bristled. -This is what I meant by helping you.- My hand descended towards her pelvis. Alina's breathing became more frantic; one of her hands rested on my chest, but didn't push, caressed, just like my hand was doing, opening up between her pubes and feeling a humid heat coming from her crotch.
Her head inclined back and her hip moved down; she put her other hand on the one that was caressing her.
Do you want me to stop?
-No...-moaned.-Help me a little more, please.
Through her lips I felt the entrance of her vagina and I felt like going crazy. Her clitoris was easier to please than I expected. In circles my fingers wandered over it and then descended to give it a break. The warmth of the bed, humidity, her moans and my terrible erection felt almost dreamy.
I opened my eyes and saw that white ceiling, from an unknown country. The morning light was entering through the windows that faced the lake. Only when I tried to get up did I notice the humidity in my groin and the weight on my chest. Her hair was scattered over my torso, her hand still holding my member, her fine fingers seemed to be wrinkled. I came a lot, it seems.
My arm was tingling under her belt.
I picked up her hair and saw her with her sleeping face more serene than I could have imagined. She drooled on my chest. I managed to get her into bed and ordered room service.
During the morning we didn't talk about the topic. The conversation varied around what clothes should be chosen, giving him free rein.
He bought as much underwear as he could, skirts, dresses and pants.
My sweater was too big and it was cold, but the coat hid her body.
After finishing the shopping, she ran to the room to put on her new clothes. She opened the bags and left them aside while putting on and taking off garments. Finally, she decided to try on black tights, white tennis socks, a black skirt, and a grey T-shirt; she didn't seem satisfied with her appearance after looking in the mirror.
-All that's left is to fix a few things. I said that while gathering the bags and putting them next to the trash can.
-What's up, love? -She seemed confused.
I took some black panties from the luggage and approached to remove his boxers.
I love...
I'm sorry, you need to put this on. I'll pass you other clothes that match.
It's not that... Can we do it again, love?-Her face was red, and I noticed her lips trembling. A part of me felt a punch in the stomach, a part of me wanted to pretend I didn't know what she was talking about. I took the elastic band from my boxer briefs and pulled it all the way down. Alina put one hand over her mouth and the other on my head.
Lift your legs.-She obeyed. Finally I put on her panties and managed to see how the fabric darkened a little more on her lips. I got up and went lifting her shirt from below-Lift your arms.-Her uncovered breasts were just as I imagined, some moles and freckles, but that gave it a more beautiful touch. I rummaged through the pile of clothes and finally found a black bra.
I love...
We'll do it again. Tell me every time you want to do it again. If you feel more prepared we can do other things. Stretch forward. -The bra was in its place. I chose a blue lacy shirt, and I'm going to wear a black knitted sweater on top.-For this climate, I recommend you use boots. Were they comfortable?
-Yes, I love...
-Okay. Sit down on the bed. Maybe we'll walk a bit more, so you'll wear socks, sometimes boots feel comfortable but hurt the skin over the ankle tendon.
-Can we do it now, love?
Yes, we can. But we won't do it.
-I understand, I love. Sorry.-He lowered his head and headed towards the laundry bag.
-No. It's not that. We need to go back to the mall. Since you're dressed I remember we forgot to buy a suitcase and hygiene items for the trip.-After all she smiled.
What's that, master?
We're in public.
-Hey Mark!-corrected
It's a hair removal cream.
And that?
Antiperspirants.
And that?
Clips for hair, pins and tweezers. Almost everything is for you.
-Thanks, I love you.
The travel route would be towards Dzhubga, which had a port on the Black Sea. The ship would set sail from there and we would follow a long route through the Aegean, Mediterranean, Alborán, and finally in the Atlantic.
No doubt it wasn't the best plan, but in case of an unexpected event we could head down to one of the other countries or islands on our route. The biggest problem was getting IDs for Alina. I had plenty of time since the boat trip would take weeks, but it's easier to disappear from the migration radar by boat than by plane.
I love you, I haven't been able to serve you well so far. Sorry.
I suppose you're saying that because you've only slept and bought things. It's not that serious. Your life won't be that complicated from now on.
What will I do at home, sir? - she asked while folding her clothes and trying to make them fit in the suitcase.
-Hmm, Mostly in charge of cleaning, laundry, dishes, the backyard.
You mentioned company when you bought me. What did you want to say with that? -I realized how pathetic it sounded.
It's a big house, arriving from work and having to do everything alone is tiring. You'll have breaks when you finish your work and I'll rest when I arrive from mine. Being alone and feeling lonely most of the time isn't pleasant or healthy.-She was silent for a while. Almost everything in my suitcase was organized, except for dirty laundry. I had arrived in Russia two days ago by plane, my biggest problem facing the future was explaining the lack of exit stamp on my passport and boarding pass. But buying it, putting it in a box to Mexico while I went comfortably on a plane wasn't an option.
-And if we do what we did last night when we're at home? - He looked towards his suitcase, turning his back on me.
-It would also be a good idea to kill time.-Finally he closed his suitcase.
-You said there was more.- He turned to look at me with his legs trembling. I nodded, sitting in the armchair.
-Can we try everything?
-All?
-Everything, please, I love.
Good.
-Can we do it now?-She knelt on the bed and was crawling towards me.
-No. There's something more we have to do.-Despite everything, I had a new idea.
End part 3Part 4: http://www.poringa.net/posts/relatos/5688131/Russian-Slave-4.htmlWe're advancing little by little but first is the story.
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