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JOANNA PELLEGRINO

A Tale of Tail and Espionage

By Izzy Ess of Sneakiness

Joanna Pellegrino was as beautiful as the voluptuous and quite attractive as was Sophie Loren, as a younger woman, eh?  Joanna had the shape and body type that would pop out the eyes of Pope Jean Paul when he was young and vigourous, and even now when he no longer skied.  Joanna was self-conscious of her rather large great features like her breasts and hips.  When she was only seventeen, she wowed the pants off all the men who spotted her.  She tried to cover up, to no avail.  Even loose and dowdy dresses couldn’t hide her beauty and her statuesque appearance.  Boys and men avoided her because they thought they wouldn’t have a chance with her.  Despite her wishes she remained a dateless virgin ‘til she reached the age of 25, when she met our Jonathan Seville, from Paris, France, he said.

Seville was on a business trip to Rome.  He had some extra time so he took small excursions into the Italian countryside.  He stopped for coffee at Joanna’s mother’s small café in Naples, and he ordered some espresso and some ice-cream.  He spotted Ms. Joanna in the kitchen.  He went inside the small café and approached Joanna boldly.  He asked if she had time to show him some of the countryside, if she would like.  She was surprised, but acquiesced by telling Jonathan that she was off at 3:00 o’clock and would be happy to be his tour guide for an hour or two.  Joanna’s mother was excited and told her to wear some sexy clothes and make-up.  The effect was stunning for Seville.  She’d donned a tight wool sweater with a fair amount of cleavage and a tiny pair of shorts which revealed her butt when she bent over.  Her mother looked her over and confirmed that she looked very sexy.  Joanna so impressed Seville, he could hardly speak.  He managed to ask her if she would have an evening meal with him perhaps in a small village in the area.  Joanna quietly agreed to join him for the evening meal.  Seville was driving a small Mercedes SCL 450, a convertible, which he had rented up in Rome.  While driving Jon and Joann looked quite regal, handsome and attractive as a couple.  The conversation was about the weather and the countryside and wasn’t very personal.

They stopped for supper at Café Espresso in a small town not too far from Naples.  They shared a bottle of the local red wine as they ate their scaloppini and their veal parmigani.  Joanna was less nervous and Seville became a little bolder as he held her hand beneath the table.  Joanna squeezed his hand to encourage him and was rewarded with a hand upon her thigh that slipped up to her groin.  She wiggled forward to accommodate him and felt his fingers find the cherry that she still possessed.  He stopped and realized this might be the first encounter that Joanna had had.  He smiled and asked if she would like to stay somewhere overnight, like in the small hotel right down the street.  Joanna shook her head at first but then she smiled and said, “Why yes, my Jonathan.  That sounds like a good idea!”

Jonathan ensured that his car was secured.  Hand-in-hand, Joanna and her first adventure started with a walk to Hotel Roma where a room was rented for the night.  They registered as man and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Jon Seville.  The clerk acted unimpressed, but supplied them with a large ornate brass key to the third floor room which had a balcony and a nice view of the little town of Montparnasse.  They ran up the stairs and got into the room and locked the door.  Joanna took her clothes right off and so did Jon.  They jumped into the tiny bed and lay beside each other for a while just kissing and petting.  Jon discovered that she was responsive to every touch and she discovered that she really liked being petted and encouraged to be free to touch Jon and stimulate him.  Jon was gentle but quite firm as he advanced his manhood into her.  A slight resistance was the only sign of her virginity.  She opened wide her hips and pulled him into her.  He pushed his manhood deep within her and she started moaning.  Jon thrust harder and harder and Joanna felt a rising tide of pleasure as she had her first experience with intercourse.  She loved it and she said it.  Jon exploded and screamed as he had a wonderful feeling, too.  Joanna felt herself recharge and started in again to have that wonderful deep feeling of ecstatic pleasure.  Jon persisted in his thrusting and she had a dozen orgasms before she had to put her legs down.  “Wow!” she said, “How soon can you do that again?”  Jon laughed and said, “If you lick my penis, I can come again in just a few minutes.”  He disengaged and Joanna licked his penis and he grew another long and hard erection.  “Now, Joanna, now!  Spread your legs and let me push it in again!”  Joanna gladly did his bidding and they did it all again.  They did it all again another half a dozen times before the dawn.  They washed up in the small bathtub just down the hall and dressed to go.  Joanna, though tired, was feeling very good with smiles above and down below.  She couldn’t wait to tell her mother everything.  Jon dropped her off in time to help with breakfast for some locals who came there frequently.  Her mother smiled from ear to ear at Jon and then from ear to ear again at her daughter who was finally deflowered and obviously very pleased with herself.

Jon returned the next week and revealed he had some urgent business in Milan.  He asked if she could come with him for several days.  Joanna checked with her mother and she agreed it would be fine to take time off to have some fun.  Joanna really loved her mother who was her only parent since her dad had died of lung disease about ten years ago.  She was curious about Jon.  He hadn’t yet revealed his occupation or his business in Rome, and now Milan.  She liked him very much and already trusted him not to hurt her.  So, she agreed to go with him to Milano for a week or so and have some fun.  Jon did not disappoint her.  He was always gentle and considerate.  They made love all night, while in the day, Jon disappeared to do his business.  He returned to Joanna most afternoons just after 5:00 o’clock and shared the evening meal at the Hotel Majestic in downtown Milano, where they had rented a honeymoon suite in the penthouse.

Jon finished his business after five days and suggested they go north to Switzerland for about a week before he had to return to New York to his main office headquarters.  She agreed and they enjoyed the driving north through Furka, Grimsel and St. Gotthard passes to the town of Interlaken in Switzerland.  Then they drove to Thun and Bern and stayed there for two days enjoying the Bear Pits and the huge cathedral with a statue of Moses holding two golden plates with the Ten Commandments.  They drove through Zurich and Schaffhausen and crossed the border into Austria, by taking a car ferry from Konstanz, Switzerland, to Meersburg, Austria.  The lake was teeming with some great big swans which looked very romantic when they touched bills and made the shape of a heart with their necks and heads  They stayed in Innsbruck for two days and then travelled back to Switzerland.  Jon received a phone call and he looked a little sad.  “I’m sorry, Joanna dear, I need to hurry back to New York City.  Its urgent.  If I bought you a ticket at the Zurich airport to fly to Naples, could you please get home that way.  I need to drop off my Mercedes and fly immediately to New York.  I’m sorry.  I would have liked to spend some more time with you.  Maybe next time, eh?”

Joanna understood but still was not aware of what Jon did for a living, and where he actually was headquartered.  She didn’t wonder long.  She enjoyed the aeroplane flight back home and had a lot to tell her mother who was happy for her and for the hint that there would be a next time with Jon.  Her mother felt it was about the time that women should settle down with a family and a loving husband.  Jon seemed to fit the bill.  Joanna’s mother faced the fact that if she married Jon, she would probably have to move to the USA, or to France.  She’d miss her daughter very much but she wanted dearly to see her happy and settled with a loving man, like Jon appeared to be.

Jonathan Seville arrived in La Guardia Airport at 9:31 pm and immediately took a taxi to JFK, the other major airport in the New York Metropolitan area.  He, then, flew to Los Angeles, California, with a briefcase chained to his right wrist.  He rented a luxury Cadillac Seville, and drove to San Diego, where he was picked up by a US Navy Hummer escort who took his big Seville and drove it to the main Hertz office in the city while Jonathan was taken to the main pier in the Naval complex where a Naval guard saluted him and marched with him to the ramp of a Naval floating airstrip, the USN, Endeavor, where he climbed the ramp to board the ship, still carrying a suitcase attached by locked hand cuffs to his right wrist.  On board the ship, he was saluted by a Naval officer who led him to the captain’s quarters, high atop the small apartment house that had luxurious quarters for the officers and guests who were aboard.  Jon was led to the topmost luxury penthouse apartment where he had the key to open wide the door and smiled as he was greeted by the President of the USA, William Bradley Tarkington.  President Tarkington said enthusiastically, “Hello Jon, you old fart.  Do you have good news for me?”

Jonathan replied by patting his small brief case and smiling.   “Yes, Bill Tarkington, I have good news for you.  The pope agreed to throw in twenty billion Euros for a stake in your proposal.  He said the world will be much better off if Israel were pushed into the Sea and Palestine became a Country free of all Israelis.  He liked the great idea for providing funds to the Iranis for atomic capability so that they can surprise the Israelis with an all out atomic bomb bombardment and destroy the country permanently.  In that way, the Christians of the world can again crusade against the Infidels and destroy the Arab countries with a grand attack by the USA and England and take over all the oil reserves and refining plants.  The Russian Imperialists will then be frightened off and withdraw their so-called ‘technicians’ from the area and leave the oil and gas reserves to Rome and all the Christians in the USA  and Canada, in Great Britain, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand.  The new Pope, Johann Hermann of Berlin, felt strongly that the Germans and the Austrians will support him fully in such an operation.  He felt that Portugal, Spain, Mexico and all of South America will back the Pope in Rome.  The Chinese and the Japanese will have to join us for now.  And the Chinese huge economy will no longer be a factor that dictates the whole financial world!”

The president was happy with his emissary and he used a key to undo the handcuffs that released the briefcase to the president.  William Tarkington reviewed the secretly signed agreements by the Vatican’s new leader and it seemed to please him tremendously.  He shook his old friend’s hand and said, “Well done, my favourite agent, Jonathan Seville.  Well done!”  The president walked over to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle of Napoleon Brandy.  He poured a snifter full for both himself and Jonathan and found two fat Cuban cigars, one for each of them.  “Now, my friend, we can relax and make out plans tomorrow with the knowledge that we will beat the Russians and Chinese.  The coffers of the Vatican will pay for all of it.  They have trillions and they hate the Jews since Jesus forced them to capitulate and be religious.  They had their chances over the years to squash the Jews forever and this will do the trick.  Cheers, my friend Jon.  Cheers and congratulations on a job well done.  Now sit and tell me about your other project that you’re so pleased about.”

Jon and the President stayed up for several hours while Jon explained his plan to embarrass the President of Russia with a woman that was sure to attract his attention.  President Roman Romanov was known to have a weakness for beautiful, voluptuous women.  The CIA had many films of Romanov in bed with one after the other of voluptuous women who were brought to him in his private offices for purposes of sexual adventures.  The women were paid heavily for their silence and so far, he’d not been betrayed by one of them.  Romanov was by reputation a happily married man with four children.  He loved to display his handsome family at ceremonies celebrating Russia’s power and accomplishments.  His wife, Sophia was voluptuous and beautiful and was always dressed to amplify her features, large breasts and wide hips.  She had borne the Russian President four lovely children, two handsome boys and two beautiful daughters.  Large photographs of Romanov and his lovely wife and children were widely owned by many Russians.  Glossy magazines often published these photographs in countries around the world.  All articles about him and his family were glowing and never mentioned any hanky panky.  Romanov, himself, was very fit and handsome and very fashionably dressed and coiffed at all times, as were his wife and children.

“I found her Bill!  She’s perfect for the job.  She’s voluptuous and not too intelligent.  I believe she’s truly in love with me and she appears to obey me like a happy puppy.  She’s low maintenance and would not cost a lot of money to get her to do my bidding.  She’s Italian and a knock out.  Believe it or not, she was still a virgin when I first met her when she was 25 years old,  Everything I know about her makes her perfect for the job of getting to Romanov and exploding his personal reputation as a faithful family man.  If we play our cards right, we can Euchre Romanov and make him ineffective as a power monger.  He would have to leave the playing field with his tail between his legs!  The Mideast Oil and Gas business will be all ours, my friend.  We’ll finish the job that Cheney did to get our own Halliburton Oil Company to control the oil supply of the OPEC chieftains of the Middle East.  I can feel it in my bones!”

Fatigue finally caught up with Jonathan and William, two old friends, and they fell asleep in their comfy chairs that were in the President’s quarters on the US Naval Ship.  At dawn, they were awoken by the ship’s bells which announced breakfast.  They dressed up neatly and walked to the officer’s mess to indulge in a huge breakfast with eggs and toast, marmalade and strawberry jam, bacon and sausages and ham and gourmet coffees from the Middle East.  A variety of sweet liqueurs were served to sweeten all the coffees, as per the respective tastes of all the officers.  Jon disembarked without a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist.  He saluted all the officers appropriately and departed for Naples to rejoin his latest conquest.

Joanna and her mother were delighted when Jon appeared driving a rented red Jaguar XKE, a twelve cylinder, powerful beauty.  Jon announced that he had a four week break and could spend the time in Naples with Joanna and her mother at the old café and small hotel they owned.  Joanna’s mother was obviously very pleased and said, “You two may have the third floor room all by yourselves.  It’s not luxurious but it does have a small balcony and an access to the roof where there’s a table for meals and a view of some of Naples.  Is that OK, Mr. Seville?” asked Joanna’s mother Maria Pia.  “That would be great!” replied Jonathan, immediately.  “Perhaps you can make the time to join us for some meals and pleasant views of Naples.”  Joanna and her mother beamed at this and winked at each other.  Maria Pia dreamed of having the wedding here in Naples while Joanna dreamed of married bliss with this very handsome, loving man, wherever he may take her.  The couple asked Maria Pia’s permission to take Joanna for a little drive to get re-acquainted.  Joanna was enthralled by his request and Maria Pia was again impressed by this very handsome man.  Both the women blushed as Joanna left with Jonathan to take a ride.

Jon hit the Autostrade and took the Jaguar up to 250 kpm.  This excited Joanna greatly and she took Jon’s hand and put it on her upper thigh.  Jon veered off an exit and headed for a meadow where he and Joanna renewed their sexual attractions in the field.  Underneath a blue, cloudless sky, Joanna and Jon were re-united with enthusiasm and excitement that Joanna never dreamed was possible.  They headed back to Maria Pia’s Café and small Hotel Napolitano, and had lunch as a smiling happy threesome.

Maria Pia had not enjoyed a man since her husband died and she found herself fantasizing about how it would be like to make some passionate moves with Jonathan, with or without, her daughter.  She blushed intensely when she realized what she was wishing and tried to shake the images from her mind.  No matter what she did, she couldn’t stop the vivid fantasies.  Finally, she just accepted the fantasies as something to dream about, when she was lonely and alone, when she could touch herself, secretly, under the covers, in areas that pleased her.

Maria Pia, accidentally, or on purpose, seemed to appear at times when Jon and Joanna were naked and in bed, on some excuse that was blatantly a lie.  She and Jon shrugged their shoulders and continued on with what they were doing.  Jon discussed this with Joanna and they figured it was just a passing phase experienced by a woman who had not been with a man for years.  Jon asked Joanna if he should cover up.  Joanna considered her answer and said, “No, my dear.  Perhaps these glimpses are what she needs to get along at this time without my father.  I think we should just carry on as if her excuses for interrupting us were real and give her as much leeway as she needs until this phase of her relationship to us is somehow resolved.  Whaddya say, my handsome, well-hung friend?”  Jonathan laughed heartily.  “OK,” he said.  “But, don’t blame me if she picks her moment and she jumps on me by accident!”  Joanna laughed.  “I don’t ever think my very own mother would behave that way.  Let’s just give it a day or two and see what happens.”

It happened!  Joanna was in the bath and Jon was lying naked on the bed, sleeping.  He had a large erection because of what he was dreaming.  Maria Pia seemed to be helpless to resist.  She hiked up her skirt and ripped off her bloomers.  She mounted Jon and pushed his large erection into her quite lubricated honeypot.  Jon was semi-conconscious and may have thought it was Joanna jumping him.  Before he realized the truth, it was too late.  He shot his wad with great enthusiasm into Maria Pia’s well-lubricated honeypot.  Maria Pia had saved up a lot of un-discharged emotions.  When she screamed as she experienced her finest orgasm, ever, Joanna came running to her mother’s assistance and found her lover fucking her mother.  She started laughing and just dropped her towel and joined the couple on her bed, sitting on Jon’s thighs and putting her arms around her mother’s chest to hold her breasts and nipples.  This excited Maria Pia even more and she had multiple orgasms while Joanna and her Jonathan just kept on going with what they were doing.

When Maria Pia finally calmed down, she was fiercely red and very embarrassed and apologetic.  Jon and Joanna tried to reassure her that it was OK.  “After all, my darling mother, it’s been a long time since you’ve fucked a man.  It’s about time.  And, it’s all in the family.  It will be our secret, eh?”  Maria Pia thought a while and asked demurely, “Would it be OK with both of you if we did this once in a while after today just to please an old lady?”  “Of course!” said both Jon and Joanna.  The three of them were still quite naked and Jon’s erection was growing again.  Maria Pia looked at her daughter and asked, “May I do it once again, right now, my darling children?”  Jon’s erection got longer and stronger.  Joanna and Maria Pia took their positions again and mounted Jon, Maria Pia getting everything while Joanna helped her mother get it on.  After Maria Pia was quite satisfied, Joanna helped Jon’s erection come back to life and she satisfied herself while her mother helped her by holding up her ample breasts and hardened nipples.  The end result was that they had a hearty laugh.  Jon went to the tub to get washed off while Maria Pia and her daughter used the Bidet to get washed up.  At the breakfast table, the three of them could hardly look each other in the eyes, so they didn’t.  Finally, Maria Pia broke the ice by blurting out, “I love you, Jonathan!  I wish all three of us could get married and enjoy each other every day!”  “Hear, hear!” said Jonathan.  “We’d kill the golden goose if we kept this up.  Jon is only human and as a man, he’s much more fragile than us women, eh, mother dear?”  The three of them were obviously good friends now and they laughed throughout the breakfast goodies.  For good measure, Maria Pia felt Jon up and said, “I like your big equipment, my young man.  I think that you and my daughter will do just fine.  I won’t interfere except for just occasionally, if that’s really OK with both of you?”  Jonathan and Joanna nodded their consent.  The youngsters went again for a ride in the country and left Maria Pia with her aching body alone to get all the work done in the kitchen and the dining room.  Maria Pia muttered, “Perhaps, I’ll hire a younger man to do the chores so that I can attack him under the tables whenever I wish!  The Pellegrino’s time is neigh.  We have seen and we have come and we have conquered.  Whoopee!”

Jonathan started introducing subjects which were designed to get Joanna interested in his project to embarrass Roman Romanov, the President of Russia.  At first, she didn’t understand why he was travelling to Russia soon.  She still didn’t know what Jon did for a living.  She only knew that his budget was big enough to drive Mercedes and Jaguars and take some extended time off to be with her and her mother.  She harboured doubts about the future of her mother’s plans to get involved with Jonathan and her with sex and frivolity, but she was happy, in the sense, that her mother seemed enthralled to have her Jon as part of her own family.  She figured that her mother would be inspired to start a relationship with someone closer to her age.  This would take the pressure of Joanna to share her lover with her mother, an unusual event that Joanna did not foresee.  She wondered if this went on in other family groupings but she doubted that it did.  Basically, she felt that her mother would lose the thrill of it all and just fade into the background, especially if Jonathan asked to marry her and made a home for her outside of Naples, or outside of Europe.  Joanna always dreamed of living with a man far away from Naples, say in New York City or Chicago, in the USA.  She wanted to be married soon and plan a family of three or four children before it was too late to have children.  When Jonathan turned up, her fantasies of family were strongly kindled.  The fact that Jonathan was an American was exciting for her in hoping she could live happily as his wife in New York City or any City in the USA.  She thought New York or Chicago would be exciting places in which to live, despite the fact that the Naples area was one of the most beautiful areas in the world.  Jonathan, in fact, seemed happy enough to set up housekeeping in her mother’s old establishment.  And her mother getting it on with Jon was a great surprise.  Perhaps she had a lot to learn about happy families…

What Jonathan seemed to be aiming for was a close association with the family of President Romanov of Russia.  And, he seemed to be suggesting a secret plan to bed down Romanov and his wife, or something similar.  She wasn’t clear about what Jonathan really wanted her to do, specifically, and how this pertained to Jonathan’s livelihood.

Joanna and Jon boarded an Al Italia B0eing 707 in Naples, scheduled to land in Moscow where he was to be met by members of the American Embassy, there, and to attend several formal functions of the Russian hierarchy.  Jon consistently introduced Joanna as his fiancée, which pleased her even though he had not asked her to marry him.  She assumed the marriage proposal was forthcoming, soon.  The first two Moscow ceremonies were quite formal and Jonathan and Joanna were dressed appropriately in a tuxedo and a fancy gown about which Joanna was thrilled.  Jonathan took his “fiancée” to a very expensive shop in Moscow for these outfits.  Joanna picked a light blue colour and a tightly fitting bodice that showed off her large breasts and narrow waist.  It was a full gown requiring frilly petticoats, which accentuated her broad hips and lovely derriere.  Jonathan’s tuxedo was a tailed affair and he wore a shiny top hat and shiny black patent shoes.  He wore a broad ribbon across one shoulder which boldly displayed the crest of the USA similar to those worn by all the embassy folks who were there, also dressed in tails and tuxedoes.  Joanna saw that she attracted all the formally dressed Russian diplomats and governmental people and their formally dressed up wives and girlfriends.  She was delighted that she fit in nicely with the formal crowd and felt more and more relaxed in an atmosphere to which she wasn’t accustomed.  She had some vodka and relaxed a lot, enjoying meeting some people she had only read about.  President Romanov was particularly attentive and his wife was charming as the hostess of the ball.  There was some dancing and she danced with Jonathan.  The president of Russia asked her for a dance and she was glad to be able to relax with him.  She was impressed by his demeanor and his waltzing technique.  She was whirled around the floor while others stepped back and allowed her and the President to have the room to dip and twirl.  She was breathless when the President let his hand slip down below her waist so casually to come to rest upon her buttocks for a few moments while they danced.  She didn’t think much of it until the music ended when he casually patted her rear like a manager might pat his football players to encourage them.  She managed to smile.  Romanov managed to smile, as well.

It dawned on Joanna that this was what Jonathan was talking about in Naples when he mentioned getting close to Romanov to fulfill some sort of plan that was afoot.  She thought a while about what happened.  Then she dismissed the whole incident as something higher ups could do that was acceptable in their high social ranks.  Jonathan had witnessed the patting of her derriere.  He quietly whispered that she’d done a good job and complimented her on a job well done.  She was still quite uncertain as to what she was exactly doing.  Seducing Romanov was not what she envisioned as her duties for Jonathan and the USA.

During the next few nights there were more balls and dances and it happened every time she danced with Romanov.  The last night of the formal balls, it happened while she was standing watching all the other dancers.  Romanov had come to stand behind her and put his hand firmly on her derriere and pushed his hand forward enough to tickle her private parts.  She did a good job not to gasp or indicate that she was being felt up.  She turned to face Romanov but he was looking elsewhere and quite innocent.  There was nothing she could say or do that made any sense to her, so she said nothing.  She told her story to Jonathan later that night.  He just smiled and said, “You’re wonderful my darling.  Please keep it up.  Romanov is really attracted to you and we have to keep our poise and not discourage him.  You’re truly wonderful, Joanna.  I love you.”  Now, Joanna was really perplexed but she kept her poise just wondering what could be next.

The last night of their stay in Moscow, Jonathan had been invited by the President for a small dinner party at his home.  The invitation clearly stated that Jonathan’s fiancée was welcome to come along.  It also stated that formal clothing was not required and that American jeans and sports jackets would be OK.  Jonathan and Joanna picked out designer jeans to wear with sport shirts and simple blouses.  Jonathan insisted that Joanna picked a blouse with a lot of cleavage showing and the designer jeans that accentuated her great figure.  At the dinner party in his private home, President Romanov greeted them personally.  He said he’d let his staff take off the evening as he enjoyed cooking and entertaining with as few guests as he could get away with.  “I have some private business with Jonathan Seville, my dear Johanna.  Could you wait in this small sitting room while your fiancé and I discuss some boring business,” he explained to Joanna.  Jon and the president disappeared and did not return for half an hour while Joanna still couldn’t figure out what her “fiancé” did to earn his money.

The president returned without Jonathan saying, “Jonathan was called away on urgent business.  He must return to his embassy and attend to his duties.  I offered to take care of you for the evening, until he returns.  Is that OK with you?”  Joanna only nodded.  She didn’t know what to say or do.  What happened next almost made her scream but she held her tongue.  President Romanov had come up behind her upholstered chair and slipped his hand onto her breasts and nipples and he lingered there while lightly stimulating Joanna.  Joanna’s nipples got very hard and she began to feel a tingle between her upper thighs.  The President withdrew his hand and came around to face her.  “I’m sorry, dear, I should behave like a proper host.  Would you like to have a cocktail before I cook for you?”  Joanna asked for Vodka in some orange juice and got it.  President Romanov made himself a straight shot of Vodka, taking it in in one gulp.  Then he chewed on some salty herring and then some stale black bread.  “Ah, that’s better, my dear Joanna.  Now, I feel much more relaxed.  Do you know what the official way is to drinking vodka?”  Joanna shook her head and Romanov explained.  “We keep the Vodka very cold; under freezing point of water is ideal.  Then we throw the vodka down our throat without warming it, chew something very salty and then chewing on some stale bread, black rye being preferable.  Would you like to try it?”

Joanna nodded “Yes,” not knowing what to do or say.  She thought a little vodka might actually help her to relax.  She took the shot glass full of very cold Vodka, the salty herring and the crusty black rye bread and did what Romanov had done.  Within seconds she felt herself getting red and flushing.  It was a rush and it made her feel really good and relaxed.  “Another?” offered Romanov.  “Why not?” replied Joanna.  President Roman Romanov asked, “May I call you Joanna?”  “Of course,” replied Johanna.  “What’s your first name, Mr. Romanov?”  “It’s Roman, Joanna.  Please call me Roman.  It’s my given name.”  Roman poured them each an extra-large shot of very cold vodka.  They did the Russian thing together, throwing back the Vodka without warming it, chewing on the salty herring and chomping on the stale black rye bread.  Joanna felt almost drunk within several seconds.  She started smiling at the handsome Roman Romanov and he was smiling back.  He extended his hand and led her to the next room which contained a very large, hand-carved four-poster bed with red silk embroidered sheets.  In her daze she got a flash of what Jonathan had been telling her about getting close to Romanov.  Mentally, she just shrugged her shoulders and obeyed the commanding Romanov as he asked her to remove her clothes and climb into her bed.  She complied and stark naked climbed up on the red silk sheets prepared for anything.  Romanov followed suit and stark naked shoved his penis in her mouth.  She licked it and made it get hard and swollen.  It was a big penis but she handled it without choking.  She cupped his balls and he started sweating and he discharged a huge load of semen deep within her throat.  Joanna swallowed hard and frequently to clear the hot and salty stuff.  Roman’s erection stayed huge and hard.  She spread her legs for him and lifted up her knees.  Roman accepted the obvious invitation to shove his manhood into her as deeply as she’d ever felt a penis go.  He thrusted hard and frequently and made another hot and salty deposit deep within her.  He reloaded quickly and Joanna lost count of how many deposits that he made deep within her honeypot.  Her drunkenness made it easier to tolerate but she admitted to herself that Roman Romanov was an exciting aggressive lover.  Several times he turned her over so that she had her derriere up in the air.  He was as vigourous from this position as he was from the other.   Finally, he lay upon his back, his huge erection pointing up and invited her to sit upon him and enjoy herself.  She did and did enjoy herself, even though her thinking was a little cloudy and she was at least a little drunk.

Jonathan made a surprising entrance about dawn and pulled her off the President.  “Come home, my dear.  You’ve had enough of this bastard’s hospitality.  The call from the embassy was contrived.  I’m sorry, my love.  I should have known how devilish this monster really is!”  Romanov just smiled at this false show of chivalry.  He had paid Jonathan handsomely to bring Joanna to him for his devilish desires.  She was worth it; she was worth every Kopek and German Mark that he paid to Jonathan.  Jonathan pulled a red sheet off the bed and draped Joanna in it.  “Come, my dear.  There’s a limousine outside waiting for us.  Good-bye President Romanov.  I hope I never see you again!”

Even tired and quite exhausted, Joanna looked spectacularly good, draped in the red Satin sheet.  Her statuesque great form made bulges in all the right places.  In the privacy of a small hotel room, Jonathan gently washed his Joanna and dressed her warmly in designer jeans and warm woolly turtle-necked sweaters.  Then he put on a blond wig for her and gave her thick rimmed glasses to wear.  He drove straight to the airport with his prize securely locked within a compartment of his money belt.  The trip back to Naples was not remembered by either of them as they slept throughout it and awoke just as they were landing in New York City, another big surprise for Joanna.  They connected with a flight to Los Angeles where a team of US Navy Guards drove them to San Diego and the ship yards where the President awaited them, another big surprise for Joanna.  They boarded a US aircraft carrier and were shown to their small bedrooms by the guards.  While Joanna slept soundly, Jonathan and the US President silently reviewed the films of Romanov and Joanna.  “Good job, my friend!” said the President.  “I’ll see to it that you and Joanna receive a special commendation for duty above and beyond the call of duty.  Congratulations in advance!  The country may owe both of you a lot of money.”

The blackmail note was already written to President Roman Romanov.  “Get out of the Middle East or these pictures will be published on the internet.”  Romanov was very intelligent.  He realized that he’d been duped and had no way of getting out of trouble without getting out of the Middle East.  He did enjoy watching the films of him and Joanna.  “Wow!” he muttered.  “I am really a stud.  Look at that!  I hope you’re OK, Joanna.  I’d love to do you again someday.  Perhaps, you have a price that I can pay.  I have a slush fund that would cover it.  You’ve already cost me dearly.  What’s a few more kopecks in the long run?  You are definitely worth the price!”

In the years to come, Joanna and her lover, Jonathan, were married in her mother’s restaurant in Naples.  Her mother, Maria Pia, asked for one more night with Jonathan, which was forthcoming.  The British and Americans were able to induce Iran to vaporize the entire country of Israel.  Then the Christians beat the Moslems, in a modern “Crusade” and took over all oil and gas concerns in the Middle East.  Commander Jonathan Seville was given several medals for Valour, above and beyond the call of duty.  The US president won his re-election handily.  Joanna and her Commander moved to sunny San Diego and purchased a lovely home on the ocean front to start a family.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

October 3, 2013