Chapter 8
Anya
Andrei took me out on his yacht on Saturday. I was not surprised to see that there were three Arab looking men on the yacht as well. Andrei introduced them all to me but their names meant nothing to me. Mohamed this and Mohamed that.
Knowing full well I will be expected to fuck all three of these men through the course of the day makes me less inclined to remember their names. To me it is fuck number one, two and three. It’s not like we are going to be long lasting friends.
The three of them will forget all about me as soon as they get home to their own harems. Here on the boat, they get off on knowing that each of them will have me on Elliot Bay. Something they’ll recall.
As soon as we are moving, Andrie bends me over in front of the captain’s wheel and fucks me brutally. “Now you remember to treat my three guests right,” he tells me when he is pulling up his shorts.
By the time we return to Andrie’s mooring, I fucked all three of the men twice each. I guess I treated them right. They are all laughing and smiling while they talk to Andrie.
Jack
I was so wiped out last night after my “coming out” anal virginity party that Kat had to drive us home in my Cherokee.
We took a shower together to wash off the remnants of our urine shower and then cuddled into the master bed to go to sleep.
It felt heavenly to have Kat’s silky soft body press against mine with her left breast in my left hand.
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I felt like a million bucks when I awoke Saturday morning. As I look around the master bedroom, I wonder for a moment if last night was just some lurid dream. After all, I have had some naughty thoughts about Kat over the past three years. But nothing compared to what happened last night.
My doubts were dispelled when Kat came into the room carrying a travel cup full of fresh coffee. “I don’t know about you but I need a healthy infusion of caffeine in the morning to wake up,” she greeted me.
“Last night…did we…did I…?” “Yes sweetie. We had the time of our lives last night. I will never forget the first time you urinated all over my tits ever,” she finished my thought. “You know that my tits belong to you forever now, right?” she purred.
“So I really did get fucked up the ass by a strap on?” I muttered. “I can’t believe that I climaxed from being sodomized,” I added. “Yeah, that’s pretty wild, isn’t it?” she agreed.
“You know that I can’t be your slave all the time?” I asked curiously. “Oh yes baby. When we are at home or out in public, I belong to you. But when we go to the club, you will always be my slave,” she answered me.
“How is this going to work Katrina? What about Anya…your mother?” I asked.
“She will never be able to completely be yours Jack because she is owned by a Russian Mob Boss. That is who you saw her with yesterday. That’s who she is with when she comes home late.
That is who she is with when she goes away for the weekend,” Kat notified me.
“What do you mean by he owns her?” I ask in ignorance. “Things are done differently in Russia. Because Andrie sponsored her and me to come to America, Mom will always be his property,” Kat informed me.
“And she puts up with that even though she is an American citizen?” I ask incredulously.
“For two reasons Jack. To keep him away from me. And to not end up somewhere in a shallow grave,” Kat disclosed.
“Damn, it’s that serious?” I gasped. “That is life for a lot of immigrant Russian people,” she answered.
“When mom comes home on Monday after work, we will have a talk with her. We will tell her that she can still live here if she wants to. Or she can go and be Andrie’s permanent woman.