Perestroika Whores (Closed for AlenaChase)

[Rocket1010]

After months of red tape with the Russian government, John Campbell, finally had his visa to work in the Soviet Union. Now in the massive conference room of McCarty and Sons, LTD he smiled at the CEO, Robert Morgan. He was announcing to the other corporate management team and the marketing department that John would be taking a position of marketing exports from Russia for the company.

Running his hand through his sandy blonde hair, John looked around the table at the other corporate management team, seeing their heads nod and wide smiles. He had headed up the export division of the company for products to be shipped overseas. He had a smug smile on his face as he looked at the men and women around the large conference table knowing he was given a golden opportunity to put another feather in his cap.

Turning down the position in a foreign country was not an option for him if he aspired to get into upper management. He was full of confidence and swag knowing he was the only one for the position. He knew he would succeed in bringing more imports for his company to sell in the United States. Hell, he succeeded at everything he tried and knew this was just another stepping stone in his career.

While he waited for his visa to be approved, John read about and heard news people talk about the decline in the Russian economy. Experts from different countries were predicting that it was just a matter of time before there was a total collapse. And everyone knew that life in the Soviet Union was tough, with a high rate of poverty. Persons who successfully got out from under the oppressive government told horror stories of what life was like living under the communist regime. But there was also talk about restructuring the government and he remembered reading about what the Russians called Perestroika. He and his company had to strike while the iron was hot .... the window was open for many new opportunities.

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The flight into Sheremetyevo International Airport was uneventful and that was the way John liked it. After spending a lot of time seeing the customs personnel ravage through his luggage, he was finally able to relax. He had heard horror stories about the KGB detaining or even arresting persons who they felt were a threat. Walking the short distance to the main terminal, he saw a man holding a sign with his name on it. The man, Mikhail Kozlov, had a smile on his face as he approached. John looked around, seeing other people staring at him. There was no way he could be mistaken for a Russian ... not with his light skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes and 6' height which made him stand out in the crowd.

As he and Mikhail greeted each other, he noticed men looking at him. He could only assume they were KBG checking out the newest arrival from the West. During the drive to the hotel, Mikhail told him not to worry about the men and as long as he didn't do anything stupid, they would leave him alone. He did say that from time to time, the KGB may make some surprise visits.

Mikhail also told him he would be staying at the Hotel National for a few weeks until an appropriate apartment could be found. To say John was impressed was an understatement. After signing in, he and Mikhail went to his room and it was larger than he expected. It was almost like a hotel he would find in the States. As he looked out the large windows, he thought about how everything he heard about the Soviet Union was negative. He was sure there were bad parts of Russia and could only assume since this was near Red Square, the Russians wanted to make a good impression on visitors. He had a feeling that at some point he would see the other side of Russian life.

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John and Mikhail worked closely together, meeting businessmen who wanted to export their products to the United States. Everywhere he and Mikhail went during the first week, he noticed women on the street and in some of the bars, Mikhail took him too stared at him. He heard a few women speak Russian and though he didn't understand them totally, he knew they were talking about his western style clothes.

On one particular night, Mikhail took him to a nightclub and it was as though he was some alien from another planet on display. A few of the women bumped into him and he knew it wasn't by accident. His sex life was put on hold a few months back when his girlfriend broke up with him when she found out he was going overseas. She wanted a commitment but John was not ready to commit, not with this new business opportunity looming in Russia.

Sitting at a table, drinking beer, Mikhail told him there were a lot of women who would gladly be kind to him in a certain way for a price. Some of them frequented these types of establishments while others worked the streets, looking for foreign men who had a lot of money. John had no shortage of American dollars which went a long way against the Russian ruble. He glanced at the dance floor, flooded with young females dancing together under the colored strobe lights. More than a few looked his way, smiling and whispering to their friend. He could only imagine what they were saying and thinking.

Mikhail also mentioned he knew of certain women who would love to entertain him in his hotel room. All he had to was ask Mikhail and he would make all the arrangements.

 

[AlenaChase]

Major Nastya Slutskaya was sitting in a nightclub leisurely sipping a martini with ice and smoking a long thin cigarette. Quite an expensive cigarette, by the way. One pack of these cost more than the monthly earnings of an average citizen of the USSR. Despite the fact that it was noisy and full of people around, no one sat down at Nastya's table conveniently located in the corner of the hall. Strictly warned staff stopped any attempts to even get close to her. And it was no coincidence. Nastya worked for the KGB. Although the Soviet tyranny had greatly weakened during the years of Gorbachev's rule, the all-powerful secret police still terrified ordinary citizens. However, Nastya was not interested in ordinary citizens. Her specialty was foreigners, and the rich and influential. While still a student of the spy high school, Nastya - a long-legged dyed blonde with a big depraved mouth and a beautiful body was noticed by the authorities. Without waiting for her diploma defense, she was assigned to work in hotels and bars for foreign tourists. Nastya's task was to get acquainted with the necessary foreigners and have sex with them for the purpose of blackmail or finding out any important secrets. However, she often fucked exclusively for the sake of money, forgetting, of course, to notify the authorities about it. Nastya was a brusque, unscrupulous and dishonest woman. Deep down, she despised and hated the Soviet regime and secretly dreamed of a beautiful and rich life in the West - just like millions of her not so lucky compatriots.
And that was what brought her here today.
Two people were drinking beer a couple of tables away from her. A puny little man with early thinning hair and a tall light-skinned blond with a Hollywood smile. Nastya was interested, of course, in the second one. She believed that this man would be her lucky ticket and allow her to move to the west faster than everything would go to hell in this damned country.
Mikhail Kozlov, meanwhile, was explaining something to the American, looking around conspiratorially and moving closer to him. The time has come to intervene, Nastya decided. Her bright scarlet mouth put on a duty smile, but her eyes remained cold and angry. Woman extinguished and dropped the cigarette, and moved with a quick elastic gait to the right table. Her red form-fitting dress is almost obscenely short and with an almost obscene neckline and it did the best for her beautiful figure.
- Hi, Mikhail, - she said with fake surprise, stopping by the table. - What are you doing here? Are you trying to sell stuff to foreigners again?
Mikhail's face twisted so that it was painful to look at.
- My God, Nastya! Where did you come from?
Nastya shrugged her shoulders and plopped into an empty chair, immediately crossing her legs, which, considering the length of her dress, looked very risky.
-The KGB never sleeps, - she said, not hesitating to name her organization out loud. - And you know, we decided to do this on our own. You can be free.
She was taking a risk because what she was doing now was pure arbitrariness. No one assigned her to work with John Campbell. If Mikhail had complained, her ass could have suffered significantly. But Nastya knew that this little rat wouldn't dare to quarrel with her. And it was true, even though Mikhail was damn sick, seeing how the potential income from pandering was literally being stolen from him.
- Fucking whore! - he muttered to himself, but Nastia heard.
- It wasn't you who fucked me though, little rat, - she said. - Get out!

 

[Rocket1010]

John was contemplating what Mikhail told him about getting laid. It had been a few months since he had sex and the urge was growing a bit stronger as he looked at the beautiful women dancing provocatively and occasionally glancing in his direction. He sipped his beer seeing a dark haired woman blow him a kiss. Smiling, he asked. "Mikhail .... You can hook me up with some of these beauties?"

Mikhail chuckled and looked at the women staring at the blond American. "John .... I can hook you up with one, two, or three women it you want ..... for a price."

There is was. Not only was he in the business of exporting to the west but Mikhail was in the business of pimping Russian girls. "So how much is it and what's your cut?" After asking the question, he looked at the bar area and saw a beautiful woman stand and walk toward them. He saw her staring at them and couldn't help but notice the long-legged dyed blonde with bright red lips and a very curvaceous body. Every step she took dripped of sexuality.

He wondered where she was going and then he turned his attention back to Mikhail. John waited for the price when he saw Mikhail's face twist and fear covered his face and his eyes narrowed. Instead of answering him, John heard a painful tone come from his lips. "My God, Nastya! Where did you come from?
John caught the sight of the red dress that hugged every beautiful curve of her body plop down in a vacant chair. When she sat, her dress rode up and almost revealed what was covered at the top of her thighs. And the cleavage showing at the low cut neckline gave him plenty to think about what was under the thin fabric.

When she addressed Mikhail, John knew they had some history. What did she mean by selling stuff to a foreigner? Did she mean girls? John kept his mouth shut for now, taking in the conversation between Mikhail and this woman named Nastya. What the hell is it with these Russian names. Don't they have Smith or Johnson or something more simple?

When she said KGB, John froze and felt his pulse begin to race a little faster. What the fuck? KGB!!! And from the way Mikhail looked he was very wary of this woman. Hell the way the KGB operated, from what he knew, they could arrest you just because they didn't like you. At least that's what the State Department told him back in the States. One thing he didn't want to do was to show fear.

When Mikhail made the derogatory comment, he could see the anger in her eyes. It was a if a fire was lit and her eyes narrowed. She returned his comment about him not fucking her and John knew they had crossed paths in the past. She yelled, "Get out!" with so much venom in her voice that a nearby table looked at them. But John could see she really didn't give a damn about anybody else hearing her.

Mikhail looked at John and pushed his chair back. His voice was filled with hate toward this woman. "Come on John ..... let's get the fuck out of this place."

John pushed back on the chair but suddenly a hand grabbed his arm. "You stay right where you are American." It was a man standing behind him that John didn't see. He glanced at this Russian woman and could see she meant business.

The man behind John said in a very nasty voice, "Mikhail ... you heard the lady ..... get the fuck out .... we'll get the American home .... we know where he's staying."

John wasn't surprised by the man's words and when Mikhail got up and turned to walk away, the woman swung her arm and the man holding his arm released his grip and moved back to the bar leaving him and the woman by themselves.

John was not about to be intimidated by this woman. She lit a long cigarette and he smiled smugly and confidently. "So what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

 

[AlenaChase]

As an official of the Ministry of Culture, responsible for meeting and escorting wealthy foreigners, Mikhail has never been Nastya's equal, but very often dealt with her. His attitude towards her was a complex mixture of hatred, sexual desire and contempt. He understood that Nastya, despite her influence and officer's shoulder straps, is the same whore as those whom he himself offered to his guests. He was even sure that if he had enough money, he could easily buy her. But he didn't have enough guts to stand up to a KGB officer when she told him to get out. His only hope was that John would leave with him, but it turned out that Nastya had thought better. Mikhail gave her a look full of malice and depicted a pale, uncertain smile for the American. However, he didn't give up completely. Taking out a rectangle of thick paper from his wallet, he placed the business card in front of John.
- I'm sorry, I have to leave. But if you need me, call me at any time of the day or night. Even if I can't answer myself, they will tell me that you called, and I will immediately fly wherever you say. My superiors didn't tell me anything about Major Slutskaya.
The last phrase was intended for Nastya. She should have understood that even though she won, she should not completely exclude Mikhail from the game.
For Nastya herself, it was surprising that Mikhail decided to at least do this. Apparently, times have really changed. But she didn't care. She was going to make this game fast.
Her plan was simple. She hoped to impress the American's imagination, to become an indispensable guide for him in the Soviet hell, to feed the authorities with nonsense that she was trying to attract investments to the USSR (the regime was in dire and constant need of money, which was not enough to maintain a giant army and military-industrial complex), and then just leave with him. Nastya did not doubt for a second, that he would want to take her away. Is there anyone in their right mind who would refuse a toy like her?
Therefore, she did not prepare long negotiations. When Mikhail finally left, Nastya gave John the most depraved of her smiles, and slowly leaned back in her chair, giving the American the opportunity to evaluate her neck, tits, legs and other features.
- We in the Soviet Union are very interested in showing our true Russian hospitality to all guests, - she said. – and want to show them all the best that we have. So I thought maybe you're in the mood to fuck a real KGB agent today? Like a real James Bond…
Nastya adored Sean Connery, in her eyes he was everything that Russian men were not.
To make her proposal more realistic, she touched the edges of the neckline of her dress with her fingertips. Just for a couple of seconds, she shifted them, flashing her protruding nipples. It was very cheap, vulgar and inappropriate, but Nastya was just like that.
Meanwhile, a petite dark-haired beauty, a little earlier attracted by John's interested gaze, hesitantly hovered at the counter, now and then glancing at the scene that had played out there. The girl had beautiful long hair, a well-shaped figure and a pretty doll face with huge brown eyes and plump lips. Like many Russian women, her vulgar makeup, short skirt and high heels suggested prostitution, but in fact Dobranka was just a girl from the working suburbs. Nastya was sitting with her back to her and the girl did not see her actions, but she understood that this woman was very interested in this man. This caused acute regret, because Dobranka was interested also. She had never met foreigners before, but she felt that this handsome man was not Russian. She really wanted to, but did not dare to approach. She was frightened by Nastya and the vague male shadows looming near the table, in which any Russian girl would feel danger with a feeling developed over the years of living under tyranny.

 

[Rocket1010]

John could tell right off that Mikhail was afraid of Nastya. They had history and if he guessed correctly it was because she was KGB. He picked up the card, looked at it and then at Nastya. He saw the contempt in her eyes for Mikhail and had the feeling that if she were to speak, she would tell him he had no need to keep the card or work with Mikhail anymore.

It was as fit the past few weeks working with Mikhail were washed down the drain and she was the new Russian contact. He was a bit confused by all this interaction between them but being in a foreign country .... a country known for throwing people into jail for no reason .... he had better be quiet for now and see where this goes with this beautiful woman. What was her game? He had a feeling it was more than just finding Russian resources to ship back to the west.

Mikhail was barely away from the table when he saw her depraved smile as she slowly leaned back tempting him with her beauty. Her neck looked so supple, the kind that a man could kiss as they started foreplay. His eyes cast down to the nice cleavage between her breasts, and then down her smooth tummy to her long legs. Her short dress was hiked up to the point that he could see the thin black material covering her pussy.

As his eyes devoured her body, he heard her talk about true Russian hospitality and showing their guests the best they have to offer. But then she laid a bombshell. "So I thought maybe you're in the mood to fuck a real KGB agent today? Like a real James Bond." He was still thinking of her brazen proposal when she quickly exposed her raw nipples to him as if that was to entice him. They were hard and pointing directly at him and a surge poured through him, wondering what they would feel like in his hands and mouth. This woman was brazen.

What was it with these Russians, did they think every one from the west was like a James Bond? She wanted an answer but he stalled, sitting back in his chair giving her a soft smile. He imagined most men probably jumped at the invitation, salivating for a chance to fuck this beautiful woman. As his eyes continued to devour her, he noticed a petite dark-haired beauty standing at the bar closely watching them. Was she part of the game? Was this KGB slut going to offer her to him? He saw Nastya staring at him waiting for him to answer, seemingly unaware that there was a woman watching them. For a moment, he wondered if the KGB had someone watching a KGB officer.

He was about to answer when Nastya turned her head toward the bar. It was a if a spear was thrown at the dark haired woman. She quickly turned her head away as if trying to not be noticed. Then Nastya turned back to give him a smug smile. This was no time to be shy or intimidated and John was not that type. He usually got the woman he wanted but had to work for it. With this woman, there was no work involved. It was a very simple question .... one that they both knew the answer.

"You drive a hard bargain Major," he said with a bit of sarcasm. He was in a foreign country and unsure where to take this woman or was she going to take him somewhere. Back in the States, he always had a plan in mind when propositioning a woman. "What do you propose ..... do you want to fuck right here on the table .... or maybe you want to go out into the alley ..... better yet why don't we fuck on the dance floor and give everyone a show." Stopping for a moment he added, "And how much money is this going to cost me."

He saw her eyes narrow. Had no one ever talked her this way? And then he added, "I assume .... since you ran off my only contact in the USSR that you're going to make things right with me. What's in this for me?" John sat upright and ran his hand through his sandy blond hair. She was staring at him, licking her ruby red lips with a tongue that would be nice around his cock. He waited for her response, wondering if the whole KGB division was going to appear.

 

[AlenaChase]

At some point, Nastya felt a sharp disappointment. This was not what she expected at all. In fact, this American should have already grabbed her in his arms, and rushed to his hotel to take her there on silk sheets. Well, well, silk linen does not happen in Soviet hotels. But there will be a bed suitable for sex in any case. Although there have been cases in Nastya's career that the bed could not stand it.
But none of what she could have expected happened. Instead, he was demonstrating some bad attempts at irony. His suggestions did not shock her, but they were unacceptable. Nastya's position was not so high that she could afford herself to have sex in public.
She even doubted her choice. Is he a queer, the major thought, lighting another cigarette and staring intently into the face of his counterpart. No, he was looking at her body too closely and with obvious pleasure. And besides... where the fuck is he staring at all the time? Intercepting John's gaze directed past her, Nastya abruptly turned around and gave Dobranka, who was still near the counter, such a look of a vixen that the poor girl almost fainted. Nastya saw her for the first time and had no idea what kind of young whore she was. But she was distracting the attention of her prey, and that was enough for a fit of wild anger. It was probably Dobranka's great happiness that she did not have a fighting character. One glance from Nastya was enough for her to hastily turn around and hurry to the exit. The major smiled with satisfaction and adjusted her blond (the best American hair dye that could be bought on the soviet black market, by the way) curl. Then she turned back to the American.
- I usually charge fifty dollars a night,- she said coldly in response to his last question.
It was more than cheap by the standards of the free world, but in the USSR, a dollar was expensive and this amount seemed like a fortune even to a KGB major. Other locals might consider a much smaller number of greenbacks to be unprecedented wealth.
- But I'm ready to serve you for free, - Slutskaya added. – At least for today.
Slightly rising in her chair, she put her hands under the short skirt of her dress and very quickly lowered her thin transparent panties to her ankles. Did the client want to be convinced? Well, she could be very convincing. Of course, not on this table. You can find a more private place. Bending down and stepping over her legs, she took off her panties completely and lifted them up – a light, weightless piece of fabric. She put down it on the table. To the place where Kozlov's business card was recently. And Nastya had already moved her chair to Campbell's. Her hand, uninvited, but very confidently, laid on his fly. Thin and dexterous fingers very skillfully groped his dick through the fabric.
Without removing her hand, Nastya professionally portrayed admiration.
- Great size! What do they add to water in the United States? Will you let me get to know your dick better, Mr. Campbell? Oh, please?

 

[Rocket1010]

After Nastya scared the hell out of the dark-haired beauty, making her do a beeline to the exit, John saw the sultry blonde turn her attention back to him and tell him she usually charges fifty dollars a night. John choked back a laugh at the amount. Fifty dollars American was chicken feed as far as he was concerned. Hell back in the states some whores demanded ten times that amount for a night of sexual pleasure. But he did remember the currency difference between the States and the USSR was great.

Then his jaw dropped open when she told him she would serve him for free. FREE ... what the hell is going on with this woman? She wanted something more than just a lay that was for sure. No whore in their right mind works for free unless they want something more. But what could it be? He reasoned she was KGB and there had to be something important she wanted from him.

John watched, amazed when she stood, removed her silk panties, placing them on the table in front of him. It was almost like she threw down the gauntlet, daring him to resist her. She was making a statement .... there you are American .... resist me now. There was no way he could resist her. Hell he wasn't going to resist her in the beginning.

He was teasing about having sex with her in this place. But there was no doubt what her intentions were as she moved her chair next to him. Giving him a very seductive smile, her hand dropped to his fly and he felt her fingers groping and pressing against his flaccid cock. He smiled at her words about great size and what did we put in the water back in the States.

John spread his thighs a bit further apart giving Nastya more room to grope his package as he answered her. "I like the way you beg Nastya and yes ..... I'll let you get to know my dick a lot better Nastya." He put his arm around her, pulling her against him as his lips pressed against her red ruby lips, tasting her heavy lipstick. As he kissed her, his hand slid inside her low cut dress and cupped a naked breast.

John felt her fingers tighten on his cock and pulled out of the kiss. "Let's go to my hotel," he said not waiting for a response but pulled her off the chair. He wrapped his arm around her waist and as they walked to the exit, he said, "I assume you have a car?"

She didn't answer but when they exited the bar, a black sedan was waiting and a tall Russian saluted and opened the door. In the back seat, he heard Nastya speak to the driver in Russian and all he could make out was the name of his hotel .... Hotel National. She settled next to John and he immediately pulled her into his arms, kissing her, fondling her naked breast inside her low cut dress while he felt her fingers again on his crotch squeezing his cock.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "I'm interested to find out what I get for free tonight Nastya. Somehow I don't think I'm going to regret this evening with you." His lips pressed against hers again as he grabbed a ripe hard nipple and slowly twisted it.

 

[AlenaChase]

Nastya's efforts seem to have worked. When her American (he definitely belongs to her now, doesn't he?) kissed her and caressed her bare breasts under her dress, the major smiled with satisfaction. She pulled away from John's lips, arched her back and moaned loudly, lasciviously. She would have been ready to continue in one of the toilet cubicles of this club, but Campbell suggested going to the hotel. It was even better. After caressing the American's cock for the last time, Nastya got up from her chair and picked up her small exquisite purse.
- Come on, - she said shortly. At such moments, her habit of giving commands showed itself openly.
The cold night wind of Moscow without too much modesty got under her short dress, pawing her naked pussy. But Nastya did not like his caress and she quickly disappeared behind the open door of a shiny black car. John, who followed her, kissed her again and twisted her nipples, which was the right decision. Nastya's tits and nipples were very sensitive. Nastya's huge breasts popped out of her dress, and her tongue intertwined with John's. Meanwhile, her fingers quickly unbuttoned his fly and extracted the American's dick. He was already filling up with blood and touching his cockhead, Nastya felt sticky drops of secretions.
This car was spacious enough to do more than just kissing in it.
- I want to taste America, - Nastya whispered in John's ear, not saying that this would not be her tenth or even hundredth taste. - You don't mind, do you?
Her teeth bit his lobe slightly, and then Nastya's head dropped. Squeezing the base of the penis with her fingers, the major ran her tongue around the cockhead, then licked the slime released from the urethra.
- Mmmm, it's delicious, - she said in a little girl's voice.
And then her big wet mouth closed on his cock with a loud slurp. Without taking the dick out of her mouth, she planted herself on it completely in two or three steps, making guttural grunting sounds with each downward movement. Eventually, her scarlet lips reached its base, and her throbbing throat let in the cockhead. Nastya's eyes rolled back, saliva streamed from corners of her mouth, staining the American's trousers.

 

[Rocket1010]

Their kisses in the back of the sedan were filled with hunger. It had been awhile since John had been with a woman and one thing John found out instantly about Nastya, she was not shy. The sedan jerked forward and it didn't take her long to undo his trousers and pull out his semi-hard cock. He smiled as she dipped her head toward the piece of meat now out on display and he knew that was what she wanted, his cock for her pleasure.

He laughed when she said she wanted to taste America like it was different than a Russian cock. The cocks were the same wherever one went in the world but the one thing about an American cock, the man attached to the penis had money. Money that would be worth much more here in the USSR than in the United States.

"I'm glad you like the taste of my cock Nastya. It's all yours tonight .... all night long." John had a feeling this was not going to be a one night stand. With Mikhail Kozlov running out of the bar like a scared rabbit, he doubted he would be working with him for exports to the United States. That only left Nastya and he had a feeling their relationship was going to be much more than just a one night fuck. But business would have to wait because now she was gobbling up his cock and he was moaning his approval.

His fingers curled in her hair, encouraging her to take whatever she could stuff in her mouth. He was pleasantly surprised when she didn't come up for air but kept taking more of his meat until he felt it slide into her throat. What a sensation to have the bulbous head of his cock trapped in her throat. Just as she started to gag, she pulled off, salvia slipping off her lips onto his trousers.

Her eyes were blurry with lust when she looked up at him and then she attacked his now fully engorged cock that stood proud in the back of the Russian sedan. She licked her lips and then attacked his cock again as if she couldn't get enough. John looked at the driver who was enjoying watching in the rearview mirror. He could only assume he had watched her many times with other foreigners.

"That's it baby ..... suck my cock nice and long," he said as he felt her throat open again. Then there was an interruption. "We are here," the driver said in a matter of fact tone as if it was no big thing.

John pulled her to him before they got out of the sedan, kissing her and tasting his own precum. Their lips melded together and their tongues swirled together in a heated sexual dance. When he broke the kiss, John smiled, grabbing one breast and squeezing it before twisting her nipple again.

"Let's get up to my room and have some real fun," he said twisting the other nipple just as the driver opened the door for them to get out. He wondered what this night held for him but he knew it was going to a wild night filled with sex and more sex.