"Coming to America" Part 3  (MF, alcohol)


 Scott was drunk. He'd had a terrible day, and he just
 wanted to lose himself in a haze of alcohol. He was
 sick at heart, and felt he just couldn't take any more.

 He knew he was one of the most successful businessmen
 in the world, but sometimes feelings of pessimism
 seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away and
 steep himself in alcohol for a day or two. It never
 made him feel better, but he had to do it. He supposed
 it was his most serious character flaw.

 Meanwhile, Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams
 on the phone for almost a day and a half. She felt
 terrible about having put him off the other day. He'd
 wanted to take her on a picnic and she'd been pretty
 cavalier with him - telling him that she had shoots to
 do, and that he knew this, and wasn't he supposed to
 be doing something in San Francisco?

 She'd even mocked what she called his childish behavior.
 She regretted it now, but he'd taken off and no one
 seemed to know where he'd gone.

 Finally she called Ben Buccannon, who was like a grand-
 father to the young woman. He said that Scott sometimes
 needed to get way from the pressures of work, and that
 he had a rustic cabin, in upstate New York, to which
 he'd probably gone for the weekend.

 Nikki could tell that Ben wanted her to look up his
 friend and colleague and make him feel better. Her
 guilt was such that she wanted to see him too; and if
 possible to make amends.

 Scott was 39 years old to Nikki's 19, and there had so
 far been no romantic element in their relationship, at
 least on Nikki's side. She was happy with her new life,
 and her lover, Rachel, kept her well oiled as far as
 sex was concerned.

 The thought had never entered her pretty head that this
 successful older man, her "boss," might have romantic
 feelings for her, though if she'd given it any thought
 she might have seen the signs.

 She knew that she was sexy-looking; someone in her
 position heard that constantly. However, after doing
 a number of photo shoots, with people telling her all
 the time that she was beautiful, the compliment rather
 lost its meaning.

 She didn't think she was that exceptional; she thought
 her roommate was more exotic-looking than she was, and
 she'd said it again and again. Her African heritage,
 combined with great genes, had made Rachel's one of
 the most pleasing bodies Nikki had ever seen.

 The Russian stopped thinking about her voluptuous
 roommate and returned to the problem at hand. She
 couldn't understand why a man like Scott would go off
 the 'deep end' like that. However, she did know that
 she liked him, and that she owed him her present
 happiness, and she determined to get to the bottom of
 things.

 Nikki had gotten her driver's license only two months
 before. There was a time in her life that she hadn't
 even considered driving a car, much less the sleek
 silver Jaguar coupe that purred under her as she drove
 out of Manhattan, heading for the mountains (or what
 passed for mountains in New York State), occasionally
 glancing at her map to keep orientated.

 Mr. Buccannon had tried to insist that a company
 limousine drive her, but she felt the need to get away
 from the city and its trappings. She was, after all, a
 country girl herself. She'd grown up in a village in a
 remote part of Russia, isolated and insulated from the
 outside world, and even though she'd never regretted
 her move to America, she still missed the majesty and
 silence of the mountains and forests of her homeland.

 She had started her trip with the top down, and the
 city temperature hovering around 88 degrees. She had
 been told that this was unusually hot for September,
 and she agreed. However, as she reached the foothills
 the temperature dropped noticeably.

 She continued up the mountain road, and dusk began to
 fall, so she stopped and turned on the automatic
 mechanism for bringing the canvas roof up over her
 head, then latched it down.

 Driving for another hour brought her to the little
 hamlet Benjamin Buccannon had mentioned. Nikki pulled
 into the parking lot of a 7-11 and walked inside. The
 girl at the counter looked up, then did a double-take.

 Nikki asked: "Can you please tell me if Ravens Lake is
 on the road going right from here? I think it is, but
 I want to make sure I don't get lost in the dark."

 The girl behind the counter stared, mouth agape, and
 mumbled: "Huh-huh, it's that way. Are you who I think
 you are?" She pointed down the road to the right, but
 she seemed to have something else on her mind.

 Nikki was used to hero worship, and knew how to handle
 it. "If you mean, am I Nikki, then yes I am, but if
 you thought I might be your cousin, well... that's
 possible too, because my family also lives in the
 country." She smiled at the girl's awed expression.

 After autographing her picture on the cover of the
 current Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where
 she thought it was, she hopped back into the Jaguar
 (the sales clerk following her every move through the
 window) and sped down the road.

 It was dark when she arrived. The cabin was small, but
 well-positioned on the side of a hill overlooking the
 lake. Nikki couldn't make out much in the way of
 features in the dark, so she parked the car at the
 roadside and walked up the track.

 It took about ten minutes to reach the cabin. During
 the climb she kept her eyes on the place, searching
 for some sign of life. When she finally reached the
 cabin door, and knocked several times without getting
 any reply, she walked around the structure, wondering
 where Scott might have gone.

 Maybe he hadn't been there after all; perhaps Ben had
 been mistaken. She tried knocking at the door again,
 then decided that her friend and boss couldn't be
 there. Nikki decided to see if she could get into the
 cabin. She could stay the night, then head back to
 town the next day.

 Trying the door, she found it unlocked. 'Strange to
 leave your home unlocked when you don't live there the
 year around,' she thought.

 She walked in and tried the light switch. It worked.
 The cabin lit up with a cheery soft light that
 instantly made her feel safe and, somehow, at home.
 She explored the four rooms and bath, made herself a
 sandwich, took a hot, relaxing bath and went to bed.
 She decided to use the master bedroom.

 She was surprised to find that the bed had been slept
 in, and smelt Scott's after-shave on the sheets. She
 liked the idea of sleeping on his rumpled sheets;
 besides, she liked his smell.

 It had been a long day and she drifted off to sleep in
 less time than it takes to say it, dreaming dreams of
 clear air, and pine-scented woods...

 She was jolted into wakefulness when the bed she was
 sleeping on began to bounce. Someone had just thrown
 himself onto it. It was obviously a man, a very drunk
 man.

 Nikki realized that it was Scott, and her fear fell
 away, to be replaced immediately by guilt and shame
 that she had hurt him, maybe even made him come here
 to lick his wounds. Tears welled as she reached for
 her friend. "Scott?"

 She touched him and felt naked flesh. She ran her hand
 down his arm until she touched his stomach. He was
 naked! Oops! How embarrassing!

 She was here uninvited, an intruder, and he was naked,
 expecting to crash out on his own bed and sleep off his
 drunk. What was she to do?

 The answer wasn't left up to her. When Scott felt the
 hand on his stomach, his drunken state made him react
 without rational thought.

 He reached down and caught the delicate hand resting
 on his stomach, and pushed it onto his crotch. He gave
 no thought to why someone was in his bed, or even
 whether that someone was male or female. In the state
 he was in he reacted instinctively to the touch of
 another human being's hand on his hot, naked flesh.

 Nikki was taken aback as she felt her hand maneuvered
 onto Scott's sexual organ. He insistently rubbed her
 open hand up and down his penis, obviously demanding
 stimulation.

 At first she tried to pull her hand free. She had never
 thought to be in this position with her boss, and knew
 that it wouldn't be good to be caught in his bed. But
 he was raging drunk and wouldn't let her go.

 Nikki wondered: if she masturbated him to orgasm, would
 he fall asleep? Then she could sneak out and he
 wouldn't remember. She recalled a similar experience
 she'd had on a Lear Jet when she first came to America,
 not more than a year ago. The thought that all men were
 pigs went fleetingly through her mind, but the
 difference between now and the previous time was that
 she liked this man. She respected him, and owed him her
 happiness.

 So why not make him feel better? His current state was
 probably her fault anyway. So Nikki gently wrapped her
 long delicate fingers around Scott's thickening erec-
 tion and she began slowly pumping up and down on his
 shaft. She held firmly to the skin, moving it up and
 down over the nerve-rich helmet of his engorged prick.

 Scott obviously enjoyed this, and turned on his side
 to face her. He brought his mouth down to hers and
 began a very sloppy French kiss.

 Nikki could smell his favorite liquor on his breath as
 he forced his tongue between her lips. It almost tasted
 like pure whisky. She thought: 'Well, I've always liked
 his Kentucky mash whisky. I wonder if I could get high
 on his saliva?'

 She became a little frightened by the urgency of
 Scott's kissing, and increased her hand movements
 between his legs, hoping to get him off before some-
 thing happened that both of them might regret in the
 morning.

 What Nikki couldn't know, with her limited experience,
 is that alcohol and orgasms don't mix. Scott wasn't
 about to have an orgasm, no matter how long she pumped
 his cock. He could last as long as he wanted. If he'd
 been sober, he'd probably have come at the touch of the
 Russian girl's velvety skin on his, but Scott wasn't
 thinking.

 For much of the time he hadn't realized whom he was
 with. But he did know that he wanted to fuck. He'd
 wanted to fuck for a long time, and with that thought
 running through his alcohol-soaked brain, he rolled on
 top of Nikki's smaller body, pushing his cock between
 her naked legs.

 The aggressive move took her breath away. She knew, as
 Scott brushed her hand away from his massive hard-on
 and mounted her, that he intended to fuck her. Short of
 knocking him out with a lamp, she would have to take
 it lying down, so to speak.

 This would only be the third time for Nikki to be with
 a man. The first was with a boy her own age, the second
 a lecher who had effectively raped her, and now, with
 a handsome millionaire, so drunk he didn't even
 recognize her.

 But she was wrong about his state of mind. Scott had
 had a lot to drink, but he had known for some time who
 she was. When he first realized it he'd tried to pull
 away, and had intended to get up and leave the room,
 but when Nikki grasped his cock he'd almost jumped
 through the roof. And when she started to masturbate
 him, he couldn't help himself.

 He'd been attracted to this girl ever since he laid
 eyes on her. Like every other heterosexual male in the
 world, he'd wanted to have sex with her, but had always
 forced the feeling way down inside. Now that she had
 her hand on him, though, his inhibitions were gone, and
 his hormones were raging, demanding to be satisfied.

 Nikki, of course, couldn't know that what she'd done
 had made all this happen; all she knew was that she was
 about to get fucked by her boss, and that everything
 would be different from then on. She was frightened.
 Her heart pounded in her lovely chest as Scott raised
 his buttocks into the air and positioned his swollen
 cock at her unprotected opening.

 Then he thrust himself into her little piece of heaven.
 It felt to him exactly as he'd imagined it would -
 tight and moist and hot. He could feel her vaginal
 walls expand around his shaft as he penetrated her,
 grasping him tightly as he bottomed out deep inside
 her.

 He had known she would be marvellous, and as his
 stomach came to rest against hers he opened his eyes
 opened and said: "Nikki, I love you."

 Nikki was shocked into stillness as she realized that
 the man on top of her - who was now so deep inside her
 - wasn't so drunk that he hadn't realized what he was
 doing. She didn't immediately know how to react, though
 her instinct told her to stop him. She wasn't on the
 pill - with Rachel, she hadn't needed to be - and she
 expected to be ruined if she became pregnant.

 However, she suddenly realized that she loved this man,
 and was not prepared to stop what was happening between
 them, no matter what the consequences might be. So,
 like countless women before her, and after, Nikki threw
 caution to the wind and lay back to enjoy the sensa-
 tions of the moment.

 She would always remember the feeling of making love
 for the first time with the man she loved. It was so
 different from any other sexual experience. She wanted
 his body. She wanted him to fill her, to spread her
 wide. His muscles rippled as he humped her, while she
 roamed her hands over his back and buttocks. It felt so
 wonderful when he moved inside her body.

 Scott, meanwhile, could hardly believe what he was
 doing!  Sure, he'd wanted it for a long time, but
 actually to be doing it with her magnificent body, and
 with her loving acceptance!

 They had become as one; each of his thrusts was met by
 a counter-thrust from her hips, pushing forward to meet
 him. As their movements increased in speed, Nikki
 wrapped her long legs around Scott's heaving hips and
 lost herself in the joys of rhythmical sexual friction.

 They reached the peak of ecstasy in perfect unison.
 From somewhere far away Nikki heard her familiar cry
 of joy, the one that only Rachel had heard before,
 whenever an exceptional orgasm racked Nikki's young
 body.

 This time, her orgasm was enhanced by Scott's throbbing
 tool squirting jets of cream deep inside her. She
 thought she could actually feel his sperm splashing
 deep inside her, thought she may have imagined it.

 "Oh, how marvelous!" she breathed shakily, continuing
 to cling to Scott's sweat-soaked body as they both
 drifted off to sleep.

 His last conscious thought was: 'Hmmm, what a great way
 to go to sleep. Think I'll stay  snuggled inside my
 honey all night..."

 Both were smiling contentedly.

                      -=-=-=-=-=-=-

 Nikki was home at last. Now she was completely happy
 in America. Her family was doing well; she had been
 able to send enough money for them to could live any-
 where they wanted, and to live like kings too.

 They wanted her to come back to Russia, so she was
 going to have to talk Scott into taking a vacation
 there with her...

 Yes, she was truly happy. She had many friends, a
 wonderful job, and Scott and Rachel were wonderful
 lovers... life was good indeed!