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From Russia, With Love	By : Number9Dream Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1821 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Vladimir Kozlov, this story is purely fiction. I make no monetary gain from this story.

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She had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room at about two o’clock and awoke to the feeling of someone massaging her back. She turned over and saw Vladimir sitting on the coffee table staring down at her.

“Well good morning,” he joked.

“When did you get here?”

“I just arrived here and I am quite hungry. Do you make dinner?” She was so pissed off that he expected that of her.

“Umm…usually…”

“Good.” He began to rub her back again. “Why are you so tired?”

“I don’t know…” The massage felt good and she could feel her muscles loosening up.

“Does this feel good?”

“Oh, yes…”

“I’m glad…”

“Vladimir?”

“Yes?”

“Why?” She sat up and stared into his big eyes. They softened.

“Because I need you…and I will never let woman I need like this go. Someday you will need me.”

“Why do you need me?”

“You make me feel full. You make me feel things I have not felt in years. And I have never found eyes like that.”

“I will make dinner now.” As she started to get up, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards him. He turned her around and brought her into his lap.

“Why do you push me away? Why when I try to be gentle do you turn away and refuse me? If that is how you will be then I will be dominant to get to you. Because I will get to you. I will get you….” She began to shake.

“You won’t get me…”

“Do not try to convince yourself of this because I will get you and you will not deny me anymore. If I have to dominate you then I will dominate you but somehow and someday I will make you mine. If being gentle does not work then I will be a hard, dominant man.” His words frightened her. If the way he was acting was “gentle”, then how on Earth would he behave when he was being “hard and dominant”?

“Vladimir, I’d like to make dinner.”

“I do not think I am hungry yet…” She remembered that he had asked about dinner a few moments ago.

“You asked me a few moments ago.”

“ I change my mind.”

“Well, I’m hungry.” He looked at her sternly.

“You wait. Come.” She was about to discover the meaning of “hard and dominant”. He led her into the bedroom and proceeded to pick her up and throw her onto her bed. He tore off her shirt, ripped off her pants, and left her there for a second, vulnerable in her bra and her panties…watching her while he took his clothes off. He stripped naked and continued to watch her while jerking himself off at the sight of her. He was huge….thick…and probably over eight inches. She cringed at the thought of his cock inside her, entering her never-before-used pussy. Somehow, though, she knew it would happen to her, and all she could do was prepare.

“Take your underwear off,” he commanded. She obeyed and as soon as he saw her breasts he slowly lay his hands on them. She looked up at him, wondering what he would do. He began to squeeze and massage them, looking at her…watching her face for any sign of pleasure. She was feeling pleasure…but she didn’t want to express it. Hoping to get a reaction out of her he took her nipples between his index fingers and his thumbs and began to twist them. She couldn’t stand it anymore and she leaned her head back and moaned.

“Does this feel good to you, Renae?” He asked softly.

“Yes, yes…” He grabbed her breasts again and squeezed them harder.

“Do you like this?”

“Yes…”

“Say my name.”

“Yes, Vladimir, yes!” He held her wrists above her head and moved his head down to her chest. He kissed both of her breasts and he began to lick them slowly. He let his tongue drift over her nipples and he took her whole breast into his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple. He bit down on her nipple a bit and she could feel that as she moaned his erection grew more intense. His tongue drifted across her chest and he began to lick and suck her other breast…slow and gentle at first but then becoming more forceful, biting her and sucking her very hard. He gripped her wrists as hard as he could.

“I know you want to get away from me, but you can’t.” His breathing became heavier as he kissed her breasts and moved back up to her neck and began to nibble her earlobe. “I have to taste you…” he whispered. She leaned her head back and he kissed the center of her neck. He kissed all the way down her body. When he got to her inner thighs he started to suck them. He bit them, harder than she probably would’ve liked, and she could feel them become irritated. He held her legs down so hard that she could not move them, and he moved his face so near to her pussy that she could feel his hot breath against it. She looked down at him and he looked up at her.

“What are you going to do?” She knew this was a dumb question.

“I will make you feel pleasure like you never feel before.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Lay down. I will do that. I need to taste you.” She laid down and waited. He looked at her pussy and then back up at her. He leaned his head down and he kissed her pussy once and slowly began to lick it. His tongue flickered over her clitoris, which had begun to throb with anticipation. He licked her from side to side and then he began to move his tongue up and down…he started out very slow and then he would pick up the pace. He started to kiss her clitoris and then he began to nibble on it. He gripped her hips very hard and he moved down to the opening of her slit and slowly began to lick her around the opening. She was breathing so hard and moaning so loud that she wondered if the whole neighborhood could hear her. He slid his tongue inside her pussy and began to fuck her with his tongue. She could feel herself about to orgasm. A man had never paid this much attention to her pussy before. He acted like he was enthralled by her pussy: like he couldn’t get enough of it and like he wanted nothing more than to taste it and give her attention.

As she came he licked all of her juices and swallowed them. He took her in his arms as he finished.

“You taste so good. So sweet. I love your pussy…I could stay there and suck it for days.” She noticed his very intense erection and fear began to grow in the pit of her stomach as she thought of it inside of her. He saw her looking at it.

“I want to be in your mouth,” he stated coldly, “I want to feel your mouth on my cock.” She could feel her eyes widening.

“No, no…” The hard, dominant man that he had spoken about came out.

“You will suck my cock. You will give me pleasure. And if you bite me you will regret.”

“Please…no…” He shook his head and grabbed her hair. He forcefully moved her head toward his cock and forced it into her mouth.

“Suck my cock.” His cock was so big that she could already feel it hitting her throat. She closed her lips around it and started to lick it. He kept his hand on her head and gripped her hair. She began to move her head up and down, letting her tongue slide against his shaft and then against the top of his cock…then against the head. He let out a soft moan. She nibbled on the head of his cock a bit and held onto it as she licked around the head. He began to go crazy, moaning wildly. She moved her mouth down to the bottom of his cock, taking it deep into her throat and gagging on it because it went so deep that she could barely handle it. He was so thick that he barely fit inside her throat and it hurt her. Her eyes began to well up with tears. He began to move her head up and down with his hand, forcing her to speed up the pace. She kept going until he began to go wild with pleasure. She could feel him about to orgasm inside her mouth and as he did he softly spoke her name three times and pulled her hair as hard as he could. Her mouth filled with his salty juice and she swallowed every last drop. He pulled her away and stared into her eyes.

“You…you are amazing.” He pulled her against him. “You will do this for me every night.” Her eyes widened.

“You can’t tell me when I’ll do that for you…”

“I’ll make you want to do it for me every night. I’ll make you desire me.”

“Vladimir, how will you do that?”

“I will love you more than anyone has ever loved you and it will drive you so crazy that you will want me and never want me to go away.” She turned away and he let loose his grip on her.

“Vladimir, I’d really like to make dinner; I am so hungry now.” He looked down at her.

“Yes, I am hungry too….we eat now. I will wait while you make dinner.” He dressed himself and leaned down to kiss her, touching her cheek lightly. As he pulled away he stared into her eyes and let his hand linger on her face. Suddenly he turned away and walked out of her room into the living room to watch the television.

As she made dinner she grew increasingly frustrated with his laziness. It was unbelievable that this man would force himself into her life and her home and wait for her to make him dinner.

“VLADIMIR,” she yelled out.

“Huh,” came the answer.

“I would really appreciate it if you would help me make dinner.” There was silence for a few seconds before she heard the television turn off and Vladimir walked into the kitchen. He looked at her.

“I am sorry I did not think of help you make dinner. In my country woman makes dinner.”

“Umm…don’t you make your own dinner at your own house?” He smiled a bit.

“Well yes but now I am here and you are woman.”

“In this country women and men share responsibilities. If you want to be here, you need to help out.”

“Of course…” They made dinner together, in silence. When it was ready they sat down to eat together, and he looked over at her.

“Yes?” she asked.

“Did you have good day?” She blushed.

“Well, it was kind of boring. What about you?”

“Work is always boring to me.”

“You don’t like anything about your job?”

“I like the people-watching. Americans fascinate me.” She laughed.

“Yeah I guess I can see why you’d say that. What made you want to come to this country?” He looked up, as if he was thinking.

“Well I hate my old life in there, and I have always hear that America is land of opportunities.” She giggled a bit at his naiveté and he looked at her a bit strangely.

“America was a land of opportunities.”

“I think it still is.”

“So…you come from Russia and you don’t hate America?” This time, he laughed at her naiveté.

“Do you think we are all Communist bastards who want to destroy your country with atomic bombs?” She began to laugh at herself.

“No, I guess not.”

“I have confession to make.” She put down her fork and sat up, prepared to listen to him.

“Okay.” He began to blush, looked down, and then he looked at her again.

“When I first speak to you I say that everything in America is so beautiful. Well, I was try to say that….you are so beautiful.” She remembered back to that day and how she had a feeling that he was speaking to her.

“I…”

“I am sorry if you think I am freak.”

“No, no…”

“I was amaze by you every time you came to the store.” She turned away. “Look at me.” She looked over at him. The expression he wore upon his face was so tender…so gentle…that she could feel herself melt.

“I don’t know what to say.” He reached for her hand over the table.

“Say you are mine.” She got up.

“Ummm…so…do you want to watch T.V. or something?” He looked down.

“Sure.” They headed into the living room and she turned on the television.

“What would you like to watch?” she asked as he sat down on the couch next to her and pulled her close to him. He took the remote and then he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Not knowing what to do, she swung her legs over his and watched a smile of pure satisfaction creep across his face as he leaned down and kissed her on the head.

“My girl….” he whispered. He switched the channel to professional wrestling, something she had enjoyed in the past but had forgotten about.

“Oh, you like this?”

“I love it,” he said, “It’s so awesome.” They watched together, occasionally discussing what was going on but spending most of the time in silence. He would kiss her head occasionally and she knew he was subconsciously begging for her affection. She felt so cold towards him and she wouldn’t return his affection, which she knew stung him deeply. At the end of the program he stood up and offered his hand to her, helping her to stand up. She went to the kitchen and popped her birth control pill in her mouth, which he carefully noted.

“Do you take them regularly?” he asked with such curiosity that she began to shake.

“Umm….yes…yes I do…” He nodded and followed her to the bedroom.

“You know, I’d really just like to get to sleep tonight, okay?” He shook his head.

“I need to feel you from inside…”

“What…what do you mean?”

“I need to be inside you…” She sat down on her bed with her legs folded up to her chest.

“Please rethink that. I have never done that before.”

“I will not hurt you.” He began to take his clothes off and she glanced at his already erect and very large penis.

“You will hurt me,” she stated matter-of-factly as she stared at it. He stifled a laugh.

“I will be very gentle with you.”

“I don’t want to give you my virginity, Vladimir…”

“I will have it,” he said as he laid her down. She was still clothed as he leaned her head to the side and began to bite her neck.

“No, no…”

“Sshh…” He pulled her sweatshirt up over her head and pulled her pyjama pants down off her legs, revealing her nude body. He stared at her. “I love your body…” he mused. She observed his body as he stood on his knees before her. He was muscular, but not toned. He didn’t have a six-pack. He was thick, big, and strong. He had very large hands and very thick thighs. His shoulders and his arms were big and strong and his chest was wide.

“You’re very big…” she said quietly.

“Do you like my body?” he inquired.

“I….” she didn’t quite know what to say. She did like his body, but she was afraid to admit it. “I…yes…” He kneeled in front of her and spread her legs as far apart as he possibly could.

“Do not make your body tight. Relax.” She tried to relax her thighs but they tensed up again as soon as she felt him spreading his thighs over hers. He laid down on top of her and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m scared…”

“I know you are.” She felt his bulge brush against her slit and her thighs tensed up. “Relax yourself. Do not tighten your muscles or it will only hurt more.” She tried to relax as he positioned himself and he thrust for the first time. His thick, large cock pushed forcefully into her tiny pussy and she was overcome with pain.

“Please, Vladimir, I’m not even wet.” He stopped.

“I suppose you are right….” He sat up, pulled her into his arms, and held her from behind. She could feel her entire body heating up while being held in his strong arms. He moved his hand gently down her stomach until he reached her pussy. He searched for her clitoris and he began to rub her while he held her face and stroked her hair with his other hand. She began to let pleasurable moans escape her mouth and she spread her legs over his to make it easier for him. He slid his hand down to her opening and stuck his fingers inside of her. It hurt a bit but she was so overcome with pleasure that it began to feel good. She could feel how wet she was as his fingers slid in and out of her so easily.

“Vladimir…oh my god…”

“You are so sexy…” he whispered to her as he kissed her forehead. He stopped and laid her down again. “Now you are wet,” he stated in a strangely sexy manner.

Quickly, before she could dry up, he positioned himself in front of her and forced his way into her pussy. Though it was easier than before, she could still feel all the pain. She had never felt pain like this before: it was like a stinging, stabbing pain that moved up farther the deeper he fucked her. The man on top of her seemed to enjoy himself. He grunted and moaned and gripped her as he fucked her harder and harder. She began to cry, but he kept on. It was like he had become an animal the way he was fucking her…he kept going at her faster and faster, ignoring her cries.

“VLADIMIR STOP,” she finally screamed out.

“Stop fighting, and stop crying…you will only make worse.”

“You’re hurting me…you’re hurting me….”

“Relax your thighs and it will make easier for you.”

“Stop fucking me…”

“I need your pussy…” He gripped her harder and his thrusts grew more intense as her head hit the headboard of her bed very hard. She screamed out in pain. He grunted loudly and grabbed her hair. “Wrap your legs around me…” he commanded. She tried to move but she was in too much pain.

“I can’t move…” He seemed to have forgotten that he had asked her to do anything at all.

“Oh, fuck…” he spit out as his body began to shake and he began to sweat. She felt like she was being torn apart as he gripped her shoulders tightly and he began to cum inside of her. She cried. When he finished he pulled out of her and she turned over on her stomach and began to shake and cry profusely. He placed his hand on her back.

“PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!” she screamed out. He didn’t remove his hand from her. Instead he bent over and whispered in her ear.

“You are so wet and so warm inside. And your pussy fits so well around my cock.”

“You hurt me…” She began to sob. It still hurt deep inside her. “Vladimir it hurts…” He took her in his arms.

“We will not do that again until you are ready.” She became furious.

“NO. I don’t want to do that with you! I don’t love you…” His grip on her tightened.

“You will love me. Even if it takes years, you will love me.”

“I just want to sleep….” He let her go and she laid down.

“Sleep then.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Goodnight.” She felt his lips brush against her cheek.

She woke up in the morning in the arms of her big Russian, who was already awake and stroking her hair. She started to tremble.

“Calm yourself,” he said soothingly, “I will no longer hurt you.”

“I have to get up…just let me get up…”

“Fine. Will you come to see me at work today?”

“Yes, and I will probably bring Jeanine, too.” He nodded at her, kissed her once, and let her get up to get ready.
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