SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE - Sex Stories

SOVIET SADIST'S SLAVE

... didn't have a steady boyfriend in this city. The men weren't gay-acting at all! Suave, continental and soft-spoken, perhaps, but that hardly constituted a queer. And the way they wiggled those asses in those tight French-cut pants as they strolled down the boulevards or sat sipping cafe au lait with anisette at the outdoor bistros. Her eye wandered over to one of those pairs of buns right now. A tall, gaunt guy in sunglasses was sitting at an outdoor cafe, and unless she missed her guess he was staring at her. Instinctively, she stared down at the cobblestones beneath her. She had been given strict orders not to flirt... well, not to ball... And in her case, flirting usually led to balling. That's what happened when she met Tyson. She would have to watch herself real close here. How she envied the other girls on the tour. They seemed so foot loose and fancy free. One of them sat next to her on the bench as the tour guide pointed out some other salient features of the majestic cathedral. "Hi, Penny," Ursula said, tossing a tendril of her thick hair over her shoulder. She had no idea Paris could be so hot in June. "Hi," the girl said, scanning the horizon. "You're looking the wrong way," she said, nodding over her left shoulder toward the cafe across the street. "Oh!" the ash blonde girl said with a knowing smile. "I know where you're looking. How do these Parisian men get poured into those pants? I mean, don't their dicks split through the material?" Now there was a girl ...

... after Ursula's own heart. "He's looking at you like you're a ham sandwich and he hasn't eaten all day." "Aren't those hard-ons reflected in his sunglasses?" Penny giggled back. The two laughed for a while until a third girl joined their party. "I see you two are really taking to Parisian landscape." "Especially his," Penny said, indicating the dark, handsome stranger with a tilt of her head. "Isn't he juicy enough to pinch?" "Not my type, really," Tamara said eyeing Ursula and Penny. Now those two. They WERE her type. But she didn't dare say so. After all, they were sharing a pension together and any word of lesbianism might stir up a scandal. "Funny thing is," Ursula said, scratching her raven head, "I think I've seen him before... somewhere..." "Probably in the movies," Penny threw in. "No, I don't think so. But somewhere. He's unusual looking. He'd stand out anywhere." "Are you joking? This city is full of types like that," Tamara said with a regal toss of her fuzzy reddish blonde hair. "Not in my hotel room," Penny whined. "We'll have an hour break for lunch!" the tour guide shouted and blew her whistle. If only she didn't insist on blowing that damned whistle! Several girls went off together... all in different directions. "Well, I'm going back to the hotel and stick my ass in a bidet," Tamara announced, standing up. Secretly, she thought that this might be her chance to escape this mass of lunatics and sneak off to see her f****y... among other things. "Oh, do you mind if I ...