The Robbery
By ANTMAN



In the hotel room, the girl sat on the edge of the bed, after removing
her clothes, in her white bra and thong. She parted her long light brown
hair, with her fingers, and cocked her head. She smiled...her full lips
curving enticingly at the corners. Her shapely, full body was tanned and
smooth. She looked with her dark grey eyes, at the man who, with shaking
fingers, and a red, slightly sweating face, was struggling to unbutton
his shirt.
The American ambassador, had been in Moscow for six months, and had
picked the girl up at the Bar near his Hotel...or rather..she had picked
him up. She..a girl of eighteen..and he, a man of fifty...he didn't think
it strange, but thanked his good luck. After all, there were many poor
Russian girls who took to "entertaining" rich Americans. Now
though...looking at the slim beauty sat on his bed, he was overcome with
lust and longing. She had a straight nose, a heart shaped face, and
beautiful elongated eyes..a pure Russian beauty.
Finally, the man kicked off his loafers, and stood nervously, in his
Boxer shorts, feeling a tingling in his loins.The girl suddenly parted
her knees, and ran her hands slowly up the inside of her shapely, smooth
thighs. The man swallowed and felt his mouth suddenly dry up. He tore his
eyes from her long fingers, as they stroked her legs, and gazed into her
deep, fathomless eyes. The girl smiled that bewitching smile again."Come
here! ", she purred, and then held out her arms. She had a deep, throaty
voice, that crackled with sex appeal, and stepping foreward, in a trance,
the man dropped to his knees before her.
She reached out, and coiled her fingers round the back of his grizzled,
grey head, scraping her finger nails gently against the back of his neck.
He shuddered and gasped in pleasure..."Wh..What's your name?" He
stuttered. The girl cocked her head again, in a provocative
way..."Sveta"..the word poured out of her mouth like honey. She then
pulled his head toward her crotch, gently closing her thighs around his
neck.
"Oooooh"..he gasped, as he felt the smooth, silky thighs press against
him. He reached up and ran his hands along the long thighs. "You like
...Mmmm?" asked the girl...The man moaned .."Oh yeah, Baby...Yeah".
Sveta, then crossed her ankles, and started to squeeze gently. The man
felt her supple muscles under the svelte skin of her thighs ripple under
his fingers, as her thighs moulded themselves around his neck. He looked
up into her lovely face..and saw an enigmatic smile on her lovely mouth,
her eyes seem to have clouded over, and had a far away look in them. He
felt her legs tighten again, and he gasped again..this time feeling
uncomfortable, as the muscles hardened, and pressed tight against his
neck.
"Unnngh..Alright.."he moaned.."That's enough little girl...Gasp"...Her
legs seemed to him to act like a snake he had seen on a TV programme..a
boa constrictor had wound itself round a little deer, and slowly
suffocated it in it's coils. He started to pull at the legs now, feeling
nervous at the strange look on her face, and his own feelings of
helplessness between this young girl's legs. Sveta, now leaned back on
her elbows. The feeling of the man's head scissored between her legs gave
her a feeling of power. His gasps and moans told her that he helpless,
his old feeble fingers now pulling and pushing weakly at her thighs, told
her that he was too weak to loose her grip on him...he was hers.She
inhaled deeply, her smile fixed, and tightened her scissors tighter.
The man now, was feeling desperate, as his desperate pulling on the
girl's smooth thighs was having no effect. The steel muscled thighs were
now pressuring his neck with such force, he felt his strength start to
ebb out of him. He tried to stand up.."Stop..Gasp..it..NOW " he feebly
protested again, and reached out to push at her smooth stomach and hips,
trying to ease the pressure. He felt suddenly weak, his senses swam, and
his legs trembling. he collapsed agaim to his knees.
The girl raised her head again, and looked down at him, his shaking hands
weakly pulling at her legs, she whispered at his red, slightly sweating
face..."Shhhhh...Go to sleep old man". Again she tightened her legs, this
time..he gave no verbal response...but a low gurgle and a feeble slapping
of his hands on her stomach, as he tried again to rise. This time though,
his strength had almost gone..her steely inner thigh muscles, pressing
hard on his arteries to his brain, were stopping the flow of blood. He
tried to cry out for help..but his voice failed him. As he tried with all
his remaining strength...he managed to half rise to his feet..but the
girl twisted her lithe hips hard, and with a moan of helplessness he
collapsed again to the carpet.
Now he lay totally helpless between the girl's bronzed thighs.His hands
twitched against her thighs, as he felt his senses slowly fade..Sveta
looked at his shuddering form, and her smile broadened.."Stupid man"..she
thought.."You are all the same..Thinking to use us for your own
pleasure..Well, now it's my turn". She kept the steeley vise like grip on
his neck and he finally kicked out a couple of times, and he lay
still..his hands slipping off her legs onto the floor. She unlocked her
legs then, and reached down to see if there was a pulse in his
neck..there was.She nodded in satisfaction, and stood up, leaving him on
the carpet, and swiftly dressed. She chuckled, and ran her hands down her
long, deadly legs, and glanced at the man. Then smiling that bewitching
smile again, she went to the man's jacket, removed the man's bulging
wallet, and placed it in her bag. Going to the door, she opened it, and
exited, removing the "Do Not Disturb" sign, and tossed it into the waste
bin in the corridor.