Chasing Sergei: Dark Romance

by Aubrey Collins

  Sweat dripped on all their bodies. Her fingers scraped down Nicholson's back. She wasn't going to be able to take much more…

  “I’M GOING TO CUMMMMM!” She said. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

  She slowly lost complete control of her body. It took both men to hold her in place and keep her from falling to the floor. They didn't stop fucking her, didn't stop running their cocks in and out of her, faster and harder. And within moments she was experiencing another wild orgasm.

  Nicholson laid her down on the couch. Both men stood over her jerking off, smiling at each other. Nicholson let his hands run down Sergei’s chest, then squeezed his ass.

  Grabowski had a dazed, faraway look in her eyes. She was still feeling the aftereffects of the intense orgasm. She loved seeing the two men play like that. It was so fucking hot!

  “AAAAAHHH!” Sergei groaned as the cum began to shoot from his cock like a geyser.

  Grabowski managed to get off the couch and onto her knees. She caught the last few remaining drops of his cum. Then she licked up and down the shaft, then licked the drops from his stomach and thighs.

  With serge’s fresh cum in her mouth, she stood up and grabbed Nicholson, shoving her tongue into his mouth.

  A snowball kiss! How hot! How delicious!

  Nicholson told her to bend over. He pushed her face down on the couch. She moaned as his cock pushed into her ass. She could feel it gradually expanding and then exploding as Nicholson buried a nut deep inside her. He held a tight grip on her shoulders as his thrusting hips slowed down.

  Nicholson turned her on her back and spread her legs out. “Push the cum out of your ass,” he said.

  She tightened her sphincter muscles and pushed the thick load of cum out her fuck hole.

  Sergei quickly got down on his knees and slurped it up. Grabowski threw her head back and smiled. It felt so good to fucked and licked clean.

  Sweat glazed her fleshy body. Her full breasts glistened. Sergei continued to lick from her asshole up to her pussy. She closed her eyes and put a hand on top of Sergei’s head, pushing him deeper into her cunt.

  She would've never imagined that something like this would be possible. Being fucked in all of her holes felt so good. She pushed Sergei’s face deeper and deeper into her. After a few more vigorous licks of her pussy, he began feasting on her ass, swirling his tongue around the rim, then jabbing it in and out of the hole. When she opened her eyes, Nicholson was standing over her, his cock, still thick and still blood engorged. He lowered it into her mouth then pulled it out, then brushed it back and forth across her lips. What a delicious piece of dick meat! She would suck it dry!

  Sergei began rubbing his cock against the rim of her asshole. She couldn't wait to feel him inside. He slowly pushed the big, mushroom head into her. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Then she felt his hands under her ass, felt his dick pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. She had never taken something so deep! It was an incredible feeling!

  Nicholson pushed his cock in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Gagging her. She reached down and rubbed her swollen clit head. She had entered some kind of alternate dimension, her body and mind completely transported, completely overwhelmed.

  “AHHHHHHH!” She yelled out as liquid began to squirt from her pussy, splashing against Sergei's face and chest.

  “AHHHHHHH!” She yelled again as more jets of fluid shot from her pussy. What a squirting whore! A three holed slut! Nicholson tugged harder and faster on his thick rod. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and shot a thick load onto Grabowski's face and full breasts.

  She smiled lustily as the globs of fuck juice splashed against her flesh. She wiped them up and then sucked on her cum soaked fingers, sliding them into her mouth.

  Nicholson grunted and panted, tugging the last few drips and drops of cum juice from his Irish tube steak.

  Sergei pulled his cock out of her ass and positioned himself directly above her. Her lowered the spunk glazed member into her mouth. While she sucked on it hungrily, Sergei reached up and gabbed Nicholson's dick, stroking it back and forth, taking the head into his mouth.

  Grabowski smiled. A bunch of perverts! That’s what they were. It was so fun seeing the two men play together. All three of them playing together. Sergei began licking up and down the shaft of Nicholson's cock. Grabowski sucked the pussy and ass juice from Sergei’s cock, smiling with delight.

  And they continued playing for hours, late into the morning…

  What a fucking night!

  Chapter 9

  An hour later and all three of them still lay naked and sweaty in the living room of Sergei’s luxurious hotel suite. He couldn't quite believe it. What the hell was going on? These Americans, they were crazier than ever. Forcing him to have a wild threesome.

  He could only shake his head and wonder what would be next. He got up off the floor and walked to the bathroom. He paused to look down at the fleshy, delicious body of Agent Grabowski. Damn! He leaned down and held one of her full breasts in his hand. He squeezed it and then he began lightly sucking on the nipple. She moaned, eyes half closed, and rubbed the top of his head. He reached down and slipped two fingers inside her still wet pussy. What a whore! He said to himself. And he meant it in the most complimentary of ways. She was a woman who knew how to play without inhibition, really knew how to let herself get swept away in the moment. He couldn’t wait to play with her again.

  His imagination on fire, he strutted to the bathroom, naked, semi-hard cock swinging between his legs. He needed a bump—something to take him even higher. He flicked on the bathroom light. There were thick lines of white powder on the counter. He froze for a second, worried that this might put him in trouble with the agents. But he quickly brushed those thoughts away. He bent down and opened his nose up wide. He sucked up a few lines, then came back up for air, sniffling and rubbing his nose. He could already feel his wings flapping.

  He stared at himself in the mirror. Bags under his eyes, a strange vacant look in his eyes. Despite the feeling that the powder had sent through his body, it was clear from the image that stared back at him, that he had been burning both ends of the candle. How much longer could he go on living this crazy spy, playboy lifestyle? He wasn't sure. But he was going to enjoy it for as long as possible.

  He turned away from his tired face. He smiled as his eyes rested on a small black bottle. It held a magical vapor—one that flooded the body with nitrates and heightened sensual sensations. He unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle under each nostril, inhaling deeply.

  He wondered if the agents would want to play with poppers. That would help take their game to the next level. That hung stud Nicholson was pure American beef. Sergei smiled and licked his lips. He looked down. His cock was beginning to fill with blood. He stroked it back and forth. It was beginning to tingle. He took another two whiffs from the bottle of poppers and headed back out into the living room.

  Grabowski was still laid out on the couch, one leg hanging off, her full breasts spilling out against her chest, her blonde hair disheveled and sweaty. She looked like such a hot, fucking succulent mess. Nicholson was up, walking around, with a glass of something in his hand and a cigarette in the other.

  Sergei locked eyes with him. They both smiled. Sergei was happy that things weren’t awkward between them. “Do you have any more cigarettes?”

  Nicholson nodded, then turned around and walked towards a small table.

  Sergei followed each one of his movements. Those powerful legs, the well-defined ass. What a delicious man! He walked up behind Nicholson, then wrapped his arms around him, letting his fingers dance over the hard muscles. He slowly dropped to his knees, kissing a trail down Nicholson's back and ass.

  The FBI man turned around, one hand wrapped around his cock. Sergei smiled and swirled his tongue around his lips.

  He took hold of Nicholson's shaft, stroked it back and forth, then he swirled his tongue around the head. He licked up and down and let
his fingers dance around Nicholson's asshole before pushing gently inside, loosening him up, preparing him for a nice prostate massage.

  Nicholson leaned his head back and blew out a thick, mouthful of smoke, moaning. Sergei slipped his tongue into the piss lit, savoring the taste of pre-cum.

  He worked one, then two fingers into Nicholson's ass, loosening him up more and more. He felt a hand on his shoulder, lips pressing against his cheek. It was Agent Grabowski. She had roused herself. Now she was getting in on the action. She placed herself behind Nicholson's ass and spread the cheeks wide and began licking the hole.

  She pulled Sergei’s fingers out of Nicholson's ass and sucked on them, a wild, possessed by the gods look in her eyes. So nasty! He loved it! Then she began licking Nicholson's hole while Sergei stroked the FBI man’s cock harder and harder into his mouth.

  “AWWWWWWWW!” Nicholson groaned as agent Grabowski's tongue jabbed in and out of his ass and his cock went deeper and deeper down Sergei’s throat.

  “AHHHHHHH!” He groaned as Grabowski fingers went deeper and deeper into his hole, tickling his prostate and making him shoot a huge load into Sergei’s slutty mouth. As the cum spurted from his thick rod, Nicholson trembled and shook.

  Within moments, Sergei was covered in fuck juice. He loved it. He licked off each and every drop and sucked on his cum-soaked fingers. He felt so dirty! Like such a fucking whore! It was great. He loved it. Nicholson bent down towards him. They kissed hungrily on the mouth. Then Agent Grabowski got in between them and she began kissing Nicholson. Sergei spun her around jealously and kissed her on the mouth, cum juice swapping back and forth, moving from one mouth to the next. What a hot, sloppy, fucking mess!

  Chapter 10

  Over the next week, Sergei couldn't get the American agents out of his mind. The night had been that good. He was no stranger to threesomes but he had never experienced anything quite like that. Another reason he couldn’t get them out of his mind was because it was very easy for him to notice their black surveillance car. He would waive every now and then when he passed them. Sometimes they pretended to ignore him. Other times they honked and smiled. He looked forward to spending time with them again.

  During that same week, he had a troubling feeling that someone was following him. Moscow. The Kremlin. One of Putin’s goon squads. Wherever he went, a black SUV with heavily tinted windows kept showing up. It was as if they weren’t trying to hide the fact that they were watching him.

  He began to worry. Maybe he was no longer safe in DC. Maybe they had found out about his wild encounter with the FBI agents. Maybe they really weren't FBI agents. Maybe they were working for Moscow. He paced around his hotel room. It wasn't as nice as the places he usually stayed but he had felt like a change was necessary if he was going to elude both the FBI agents and whoever this new crew was. He could feel the tension in the air. Things were changing in DC. It wasn't like when he first arrived—three years ago. It was getting harder and harder to function. Eyes and ears were everywhere, watching, listening, and recording.

  He paced around his hotel room with a beer bottle in hand, TV on in the background but muted. Every few minutes he would stare out the hotel window, down into the hotel parking lot. He had made sure to get a room on this side of the building. Four floors off the ground. If he had to make a dramatic escape, he wasn’t so high off the ground that it would be impossible. Of course, he hoped that it would never come to that.

  His eyes scanned the half-filled lot. No sign of the FBI vehicle or the SUV. So they hadn’t found him yet. It would only be a matter of time though. He had to figure out what had happened with the diplomats. They were supposed to deliver a briefcase that contained everything he needed for his next mission.

  As he walked past the TV, something caught his attention. He turned towards it. He raised the volume.

  BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS! “The bodies of three Russian diplomats who had been missing for the past 72 hours have been found in the Anacostia River.”

  Sergei blinked several times. Not only had three of his country men washed up the banks of the Baltimore River but they had been found with their hands, wrists, and ankles tied together. They all appeared to have been killed before being dumped in the water.

  Sergei paced around the hotel room. Fuck! The dead bodies were just the beginning of the fall out. Moscow was threatening to pull all of its diplomats out of D.C. And shutting down all US embassies in Russia.

  Sergei rubbed his temples. He felt like the veins in his neck and forehead were going to explode. There was no telling how bad this could turn out for him. Hungry for more news,

  He changed the channel. CNN. Nighttime images. Missiles shooting off of an aircraft carrier.

  On the bottom of the screen: US fires 72 missiles into Syria. Destroying Russian fighter jets and tanks.

  “WHAAAATTTT?”

  Sergei screamed, leaping off the edge of the bed. What the fuck was going on in the world? The Americans were apparently going full throttle into worldwide military escalation. They seemed to have a sick desire to begin a massive global conflict, possibly World War III.

  Launching missiles into Syria was akin to attacking Russia itself. Russian planes and tanks had been destroyed, which meant that Russian military personnel had most likely been killed. This was bad. Very bad. Really fucking bad!

  Commentator after commentator on American television, applauded the President for his bold and decisive action. Sergei couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. These people were actually encouraging their country to put itself into the middle of a bloody Syrian civil war. He muted the American news and pulled out his mini-laptop. He went to the Russian state news service feed. Not surprisingly, there was wall to wall coverage of the American bombing.

  No matter what the experts said, Sergei knew that his job just became a lot harder. Things were about to become even more tense in DC. He worried about what the FBI agents would do next. Would they be forced to turn up the heat on him? Or maybe they would realize how reckless they had been a week ago…Maybe they would decide that the best thing, the only thing, the safest thing to do would be to get rid of him. Whatever the case, the bodies and the missiles would probably make it very difficult for them to play anymore.

  Fuck! Just a week ago, he had fooled himself into believing that the Americans wouldn’t be giving him much trouble any more. They had figured out that he was basically a playboy who was given dummy missions every now and then to attract and distract whoever was watching him.

  Now someone was watching him as well. Three Russian diplomats had washed up dead. And the Americans had begun launching Tomahawk missiles into Syria, involving themselves, yet again, in a conflict that had nothing to do with them, burning up their own resources just so they could be the world's policeman. At least that's how they liked to talk about it.

  The world's policeman? Sergei always shook his head when he heard that nonsense propaganda. The lies had already been proven, whether in Iraq and Afghanistan. The Americans were at least 100 times more likely to enter a conflict if oil was involved. And they were doing it again. They wanted to build a pipeline, in conjunction with the Europeans, through Syria. The president of Syria wasn't interested in any American or European pipelines. So the president had to go. The only way to get rid of him was to pump money and weapons into the terrorist groups that he was fighting a civil war against. The Americans number one goal appeared to be creating chaos, destabilizing the country, creating a power vacuum, and then rushing in and grabbing as many resources as possible.

  It was something that they had done many times. Nobody did it better.

  Sergei sat on the edge of the bed nervously watching Vladimir Putin’s press conference in response to the bombing and bodies found in the Anacostia River. He trembled. There was something so cold and sinister in Putin's eyes. He appeared so calm and cool. But Sergei knew better. There was a homicidal rage bubbling up inside that man. He would get revenge.

  Moment
s after the press conference ended, Sergei’s secure phone began ringing. Only Moscow had the number. He pulled the phone out of its special protective case, which kept it safe from hackers. His hand trembled as he raised the phone to his ear.

  “Tomorrow at 5PM,” a husky voice said in a Russian accent. “We’ll come get you.”

  Chapter 11

  Over the past week, ever since the wild, no holds barred ménage a trois, Grabowski hadn't felt like herself. Things had become really awkward between her and Nicholson. During that week, they could hardly speak to each other. Every time one of them would start talking and they would make brief eye contact, both of their faces would flush red with shame. And that's exactly how she felt. Ashamed that she had allowed them to treat her so roughly, spit roasting her, shoving their hot, hard cocks in all of her holes, making her drip, drop, squirm, and moan with pleasure.

  She hated herself for having been so weak, so vulnerable, her sweet succulent flesh, so pliable underneath their strong hands. The hands of an FBI agent and the hands of a devilishly sexy, Russian spy, playboy, front man, distraction. Whatever the hell he was.

  What had she been thinking? She had put everything on the line for one of Nicholson's crazy ideas. She had been unable to control herself. Once again, her hot blooded nature had gotten the best of her. She had been more concerned with playing along with Nicholson's game, proving that she wasn’t afraid of anything that he would throw at her.

  A week ago, she had been gun-ho about this investigation. She was determined to uncover and dismantle as many Russian spy networks in the United States as possible. She had lost weeks of sleep, ever since the election, trying to put together the dots of the case. But all of her enthusiasm for the investigation had disappeared. She didn't want to follow Sergei anymore. She would file an official report. Let the boss know that he was just a useless playboy, not someone that Moscow would ever trust with state secrets or a high priority mission. His mission was to be a distraction, sleep around, do all the drugs he wanted. In a few years, he would be forced to pay the ultimate price. It would all come to an end and he would never be seen or heard from ever again. Sergei wouldn’t be the first or the last to think that he would somehow escape that fate. They never escaped. Never.