There was no response from this Russian gangster, so I spoke softly to him.
"Baby, why don't you watch me suck you off? It turns me on to pleasure you. You can look into my baby blue eyes when you come. I like it when you make me your bitch."
Ivan didn't answer or open his eyes, but he started snoring loudly. I couldn't believe my luck. Ivan had passed out from the combination of alcohol and drugs. Just in the nick of time. I got up off my knees, and slumped onto the recliner. I was perspiring from the adrenaline and fear, that Ivan evoked in me. I was scared that he would wake up, realize I had tried to incapacitate him, and brutalize me, physically and sexually. I knew he was capable of it.
I turned out all of the lights, and sat silently for about twenty minutes, trembling with fear. I was just praying Ivan didn't wake up. As I sat in the dark, my fear slowly subsided and, in a moment of clarity, I realized I needed a plan. Ivan was so intoxicated that there was a chance he wouldn't remember our encounter. I could tell him that he had fucked the crap out of me, that I had sucked his cock, and given him another rimjob. I could even say that after I drained his nuts, I got down on all fours like the bitch that I am, and slurped his piss out of the bowl. If I was convincing enough, perhaps he would believe me.
I turned the lights back on, and said Ivan's name loudly, to assess his level of unconsciousness. He was passed out, so I decided to delete the incriminating photos he had taken of me. I grabbed his iPhone, and unlocked it using his thumbprint. I accessed Ivan's photo library and started to browse through the pictures of me performing for him.
I was completely unrecognizable, with my platinum blonde hair and my bright blue eyes, but the photos were so humiliating that they evoked a strong emotion of shame within me. I had willingly allowed this man to debase me and document it. Then it occurred to me. If I fabricated a prolonged session of Ivan dominating me, and documented it through photographic evidence, I could probably convince Ivan that he had already completely defiled me.
I knew I could take pictures of myself using the timer function, to delay the shot by up to ten seconds. So, I needed to position the camera correctly, make sure I got the pictures in the correct order, and have them appear in a realistic timeline. Once I had formulated the plan in my mind, I set about its execution, hoping that Ivan remained passed out the entire time.
First of all, I took a couple of cute selfies of me in the mirror, dressed as a schoolgirl. I waited about ten minutes, and then took a picture of me kneeling before Ivan on my sucky pillow. He was naked from the waist down, and was starting to lose his erection, so I had to change my plan before he went soft. It wasn't believable that I would be draped all over Ivan, and his cock was flaccid. So, before he went soft, I kissed his cock-head, shaft, nuts, inner thighs and stomach hard enough to leave pink lipstick marks over them. I snapped a few shots, and then once I had all the photos I needed of his erection, I got back to the original plan.
A few minutes later, me with my head in Ivan's lap, taken from the living room table, using the delay function. Ivan appears to be leaning his head back, with his eyes closed in ecstasy. I took a second photo of this, but moved one of Ivan's hands, and rested it on the back of my platinum blonde hair. This really looked like he was dominating me. I waited ten minutes, and then mounted him. He had gone soft by now, but I arranged my plaid skirt to obscure the fact that he wasn't inside my ass, and the photo made it appear as if we were fucking.
I wanted to make him think that he had lasted a long time, so I took a break, and waited another ten minutes. There were some fresh croissants in the kitchen, that Ivan had purchased, when he bought the vodka. I ate one of those delicious, flaky pastries, and returned to Ivan.
Ten minutes had elapsed and I took two more pictures. I was facing the camera now, in the reverse cowboy position. This coincided with the expected timeline. I grabbed both of his hands, and put them on my thighs, as if he was holding me as he thrust into me. I also put a very pained expression on my face, as if he was brutally butt-fucking me. I managed to shield his sleeping face with my blonde hair. In the last picture of this series, I leaned into him, and positioned his head so that he appeared to be talking in my ear.
I got up from Ivan's lap, and checked out my handiwork. So far, I had a very convincing series of pictures, that made it look like Ivan had taken me as his bitch. I waited another fifteen minutes, as I wanted to make him look like a stud after he awoke, and it was my time to flatter him. Fifteen minutes later, I am back on my knees. I wrapped one of my pigtails around his fist, and put my head between his legs. As his arm fell to the side, it pulled my head with it, creating the illusion that Ivan was pulling my hair, as I blew him.
For the final photos, I picked up Ivan's briefs, and wiped his pre-cum across my lips and chin, and all over the tip of his dick. I rested the camera on the rear of the sofa, right next to Ivan's head. That way it would appear that he took these final photos. I knelt between his legs, and put his flaccid penis between my glossed lips. Looking up at him submissively, I smiled.
When I released his cock from my mouth, it flopped across his leg, and my saliva dripped from it. I took a couple more shots of me kissing the tip of his cock, draped across his thigh. Then five minutes later, the same picture, as if he had made me suckle his cock, long after he ejaculated. After I released his cock, I wiped a little more semen from Ivan's briefs onto my chin, and took one more picture of me kneeling before him, smiling with my piercing blue eyes.
I waited several minutes, before I repositioned his iPhone, to capture the floor in front of him. In the center of the frame was the soup bowl full of Bud Light, which resembled Ivan's piss. I knelt in front of it, and assumed a begging position, before setting the delay timer and taking my photo.
Then, three or four minutes later, I got on all fours, and began to lap up the golden liquid from the bowl. I had a disgusted look on my face, and took several bursts of photos, to capture the exact look of revulsion I was trying to convey. I marked the position of the bowl, and emptied its contents down the kitchen sink. Then, after placing it in the exact same spot, I greedily licked the remnants of the Bud Light from the bowl.
I made no attempt to blur my face, as I checked out the lewd photos. Ivan would never share these pictures with anyone. Plus, in full makeup and blonde hair with my blue eyes, I was unrecognizable. The timeline was believable, although the photos of Ivan's erection were a bit rushed. I would think of a reason for that, if Ivan asked.
I felt so much better now, as Ivan was snoring away, and was completely passed out. I went into the bathroom, and wiped Ivan's pre-cum from my lips and chin. My make-up was still perfect, but I did freshen up my lipgloss in case he woke up. Then I went and sat on the recliner, and waited for Ivan to wake up. I felt like such a total fucking pussy sitting there, dressed as a schoolgirl. However, fear is a powerful motivator, and I was scared to death he would wake up and get pissed, because I hadn't been readily available for round two.
It was now almost five in the afternoon, and we had about two hours until the traffic would subside enough, to make it feasible to get back on the freeway. I was driving home, so we no longer had to worry about Ivan's mandatory eight hour rest period. I sat there silently willing the time to move faster, when suddenly there was a knock on the hotel room door.
Fuck! I had no clue what to do. Ivan was fast asleep, naked from the waist down. I was dressed as a schoolgirl, with full make-up and long platinum blonde hair. I sat quietly on the sofa, and someone knocked on the door again. I heard a girl's voice call out my name, and then Ivan's, and I realized it was Svetlana. What the fuck was she doing here?
I went to the door and opened it, obviously self-conscious of the fact that I was dressed up for Ivan's amusement. Svetlana and Stacey bounced through the door, took one look at me, and then another at Ivan passed out, with his pants and underwear in a heap in front of him.
Stacey said, "Oh shit, I think we are too late. Looks like Ivan has fucked Chrissy already."
Stacey started to apologize to me.
"I sucked Ivan off in Vegas," she told me. "He made a deal that if Svetlana and I drove to Barstow, and gave him a two-girl blowjob, he would leave your sweet little ass alone. We shook on it."
Stacey was quite upset that she was too late to save me from Ivan's advances, but Svetlana, that little sadist, was getting off on my unfortunate predicament.
"Is the unfinished business, now finished?" she said with a smirk.
