Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and is based primarily on the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway, and Denmark. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This story is a continuation of the events contained within the Corporate Blackmail and Corporate Agreement stories. It is not necessary to have read these stories, but they do provide context to the events and motivations for the characters in this story.
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Joseph Carter was a happy man. It wasn't because the 56-year-old African-American man was owner of PowerTech, a successful Virginia-based energy technology company, or that he'd been happily married 24 years and had two beautiful daughters who were studying at University of Virginia and Virginia Tech respectively. It wasn't even because of the very lucrative contract sitting on his desk in front of him that he'd just signed, sealing a deal with VolgaEnergo, a major Russian energy conglomerate, to exclusively develop and market the groundbreaking new energy network regulation software that his company had designed.
No, Joseph Carter was a happy man because at that very moment a pair of luscious pink lips were locked tightly around his black cock. He gazed down at the very attractive Russian girl who was both energetically and expertly sucking on his cock. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and young; younger than his youngest daughter, no more than 19 or 20 years old, but this fact hadn't deterred him as he watched her sink to her knees in front of his chair and unzip his trousers. Ostensibly, she was the administrative assistant to the VolgaEnergo executive sitting opposite him on the other side of the table. In reality, she was the sweetener for the deal that he had just inked.
His gaze shifted momentarily to the VolgaEnergo executive sitting opposite him in front of his desk in his private office. She didn't look like the standard corporate drone that he usually met with in his business dealings, although admittedly he hadn't dealt with VolgaEnergo previously. Their reputation for aggressive market acquisitions as well as leading a trail of environmental disasters behind them had not endeared them to him. However, the large number on the contract in front of him had attracted his attention.
Immaculately clad in an expensive Italian wool blend business suit, the VolgaEnergo executive was a young auburn-haired Russian woman in her mid-20s with pale skin and sparkling green eyes. Svetlana Volkov regarded the Black man with an impassive gaze as she watched the teenaged girl continue to pleasure him. As a Special Projects Director for the conglomerate, the girl was one of many methods that Svetlana utilized to seal unique, off-the-books deals for her father's company. VolgaEnergo had emerged from the turbulent period after the fall of Communism in Russia as one of the key players in the Russian, and then European, energy market. Following a series of deals and unfortunate accidents involving the leadership of the company, her father, Dimitri Volkov, had emerged as the undisputed leader of the company over a decade earlier. His ambitious daughter, Svetlana, was planning on eventually following in his footsteps.
Svetlana watched with detached curiosity as the blonde Russian girl continued to pleasure the black American man behind his desk. Despite having previously enjoyed fucking numerous black men, including her own personal bodyguard, she didn't find the thought of fucking the black man sitting opposite her the slightest bit arousing; she'd had neither the inclination nor the need to fuck him, having a ready supply of girls such as the one opposite to take care of these types of business negotiations. It wasn't as if Svetlana didn't have the looks or body to be able to seduce businessmen around the world; with her slim, toned body, striking auburn hair, and piercing green eyes, she turned heads no matter where she went. No, as the daughter of one of Russia's leading oligarchs, she considered herself part of the new Russian royalty. There was no need to despoil her body closing shady business deals, not when there was a seemingly inexhaustible supply of young Eastern European girls ready and willing to do this on her behalf.
It was fair to say that Svetlana was meticulous in her choice of lovers, preferring to swing wildly between either the scions of European royal and noble families or members of her father's retinue of bodyguards if she wanted something rougher and more energetic. She curled her upper lip in a slight display of disgust as she gazed coolly at Joseph and the girl; despite having a plump, dark-colored cock, the older black man sitting opposite was certainly nowhere near her standard.
Moreover, she preferred almost exclusively to dominate her partners, to always be in control, just like she was in all other aspects of her life; Joseph did not look like being the type that would enjoy that as she watched him hold the head of the young girl, controlling her motions as she bobbed her head up and down on his black shaft, a sneer of pleasurable contentment on his face.
Dominating the young, effeminate members of various European royal houses, noble families, and the political class as she had done for the last several years since her late teens was easy for her. Once they had fallen under her spell, they would do anything for her; cars, jewelry, luxury holidays and access to beautiful villas, all of these would be provided to her in return for her treating them terribly. She knew from her extensive personal experience that more than just a few of both younger, and older, European men loved nothing more than to be tied up and humiliated by a young, dominant Russian woman.