(M/F, mast, nc)

	 Part III    Nikki - Happy at last
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 Scott was drunk. He'd had a terrible day, and just
 wanted to loose himself in a funk of alcohol. He was
 sick at heart, and felt that he just couldn't take it
 any more. He knew that he was one of the most success-
 ful business men in the world, but sometimes everything
 just seemed to overwhelm him and he just had to go away
 and drown himself in sorrow for a day or two. It never
 made him feel better, but he just couldn't help him-
 self. He guessed it was his one serious character flaw.

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 Nikki had been trying to get Scott Williams on the
 phone for almost a day and a half. She felt terrible
 about putting him off the other day. He'd wanted to
 take her on a picnic and she'd been pretty caviler
 with him. Telling him that she had shoots to do and
 that he knew this, and wasn't he supposed to be doing
 something in San Francisco? She'd even mocked him a
 little for his childish behavior. She regretted it now.
 He'd taken off anyway and no one seemed to know where
 he'd gone.

 Finally Nikki called Ben Buccannon, the chairman of
 the board of the Buccannon Modeling Agency, who was
 like a grandfather to the young woman. He'd told her
 that Scott sometimes needed to get way from the pres-
 sures of work, and that he had a little rustic cabin
 in up-state New York where he had probably gone to for
 the weekend. Nikki could tell that Ben wanted her to
 seek out His colleague and make him feel better.
 Nikki's guilt was such that she wanted to see him too,
 and apologies if possible.

 Scott was 39 years old to Nikki's 19, and there had
 been no romantic content in their relationship, at
 least on Nikki's part. Nikki was happy with her new
 life, and her lover Rachel was keeping her well oiled
 as far a sex was concerned. So the thought never
 entered her pretty young head that this successful
 older man, "her boss", would have romantic feelings
 for her. But if she had given the subject any deep
 thought, Nikki would have seen the signs. She knew
 that she was sexy looking, in her business one heard
 that constantly. But after doing photo shoots for a
 while, and having people telling you that your beauti-
 ful all the time, it begins to loose it's meaning.
 Nikki didn't think she was that exceptional, she
 thought her room mate was more exotic looking than she
 was, and she had said it over and over again. Rachel's
 African heritage, and great genes combined to make one
 of the most pleasing body's Nikki had ever seen. 

 Nikki stopped thinking about her nubile room mate and
 brought her thoughts back to the problem at hand. She
 couldn't understand why a man like Scott would go off
 the 'deep end' like that. But she did know that she
 liked him, and that she owed him her happiness, and
 was determined to get to the bottom of things.

 Nikki had just gotten her drivers license two months
 before. There was a time in her life that she hadn't
 even considered ever driving a car, much less the
 sleek silver Jaguar coupe that hummed under her as she
 drove out of Manhattan heading for the mountains (or
 what passed for mountains in New York State)
 occasionally glancing at her map to keep orientated.
 Mr. Buccannon had tried to insist that she be driven
 by a company limousine, but Nikki felt the need to get
 away from the city, and it's trappings. She was, after
 all, a country girl herself. She'd grown up in a
 village in outer Russia isolated and insulated from
 the outside world. And even though she had never re-
 gretted her move to America, she still missed the
 majesty and silence of the mountains and forests of
 her ancestral homeland.

 Nikki had started her trip with the top down, and the
 city temperature hovering around 88 degrees. She was
 told that it was unusually hot for September, and she
 agreed. But as she reached the foothills the temper-
 ature dropped noticeably. As she continued up the
 mountain road and dusk began to fall, Nikki slowed
 and turned on the automatic mechanism to bring the
 canvas roof into place over her head. Then driving for
 another hour brought her to the little hamlet that
 Benjamin Buccannon had told her would be there. Nikki
 pulled into the parking lot of a 7-11 and walked
 inside.

 The girl at the counter looked up, and then did a
 double take. Nikki asked. "Can you please tell me if
 Raven Lake is to the right? I think it is, but I just
 want to make sure I don't get lost in the dark."

 The girl behind the counter stared mouth agape, and
 mumbled, "Huh-huh, it's that way. Are you who I think
 you are?" The girl had pointed down the road to the
 right, but she looked like she might not have paid
 attention to Nikki's question. Nikki was used to hero
 worship, and knew how to handle it. "If you mean am I
 Nikki, then yes I am, but if you thought I might be
 your cousin, well. . . that's possible too, because
 I have family in this country too." She smiled at the
 girl surprised expression.

 After autographing her photo on the cover of the cur-
 rent Vogue, and verifying that the lake was where she
 thought it was, she hopped back into her sports car
 (with the sales clerk following her every move through
 the window) and sped down the road. . .

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 The place was dark when she arrived. The cabin was
 small, but well positioned on the side of a hill over-
 looking the lake. Nikki couldn't make out much in the
 way of features in the dark, so she parked the car at
 the road side and walked up the track. It took about
 10 minutes to reach the cabin and during that climb
 she kept her eyes on the place looking for any sign
 of life. 

 When she finally reached the cabin door, having knocked
 several times, Nikki walked around the structure won-
 dering where Scott might have gone. Maybe he hadn't
 been there at all, maybe Ben had been mistaken. The
 young Russian woman kept knocking at the door, then
 decided that her friend and boss must not be there.
 Thinking about what to do next, Nikki decided to see
 if she could get into the cabin, planing to stay the
 night, and then head back to town the next day. Trying
 the door, she found that it wasn't locked. 'Strange
 that someone would leave their home unlocked when they
 did not live there year around', she thought.

 Nikki walked into the place and tried the light switch,
 and it worked. The cabin lit up with a cheery soft
 light that made the young woman feel instantly safe and
 somehow at home. She explored the 4 rooms and bath,
 then made a sandwich and took a hot relaxing bath and
 went to bed. She picked the master bedroom. The bed had
 been slept in, and Nikki could smell Scott's aftershave
 on the sheets. She liked the thought that she was
 sleeping on his rumpled sheets, and besides she liked
 his smell.

 It had been a long day for the young woman and she
 drifted off to sleep is less time than it takes to say
 it. Dreaming dreams of clear air, and pine scented
 woods. . .

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 Nikki was jolted into wakefulness as the bed she was
 sleeping on began to bounce. Someone had just thrown
 themselves onto the bed. It was obviously a man, a very
 drunk man. Nikki instinctively knew that it was Scott,
 and her fear fell away, and was replaced by guilt and
 shame that she had hurt him, may be even making him
 come here to lick his wounds. Tears welled as she
 reached for her friend. "Scott?" She touched him and
 realized that she was feeling naked skin. Carefully she
 ran her hand down his arm until her hand touched his
 stomach. He was naked! Oops how embarrassing. Here she
 was uninvited, an intruder, and here he was naked,
 expecting to crash out on his own bed and sleep off his
 drink. What should she do?

 The answer wasn't left up to Nikki, as Scott felt the
 hand on his stomach, his drunken state made him react
 without rational thought. He reached down and caught
 the delicate hand resting on his stomach and pushed it
 to his crotch. He didn't give any thought to why some-
 one was in his bed, or even if that someone was a man
 or woman. He only reacted in his drunken state to the
 touch of another human-beings hand on his hot naked
 skin.

 Nikki was taken aback, as she felt her hand maneuvered
 to Scott's sexual organ. He insistently rubbed her open
 hand up and down his penis obviously wanting stimula-
 tion. At first Nikki tried to pull her hand free. She
 had never thought to be in this position with her boss,
 and knew that it wasn't a good thing to be caught in
 the boss's bed. But he was raging drunk and would not
 let her go. Nikki thought that maybe if she masturbated
 him to orgasm he'd fall asleep and she could sneak out
 and he wouldn't remember. The whole thing reminded her
 of a similar experience that she had on a Lear Jet
 coming to America, not more than a year ago. The
 thought that men were pigs fleeted through her mind,
 but the difference this time was that she liked the
 man, she respected him, and owed him her happiness.
 So why not make him feel better, besides, his current
 state was probably her fault anyway.

 So Nikki gently wrapped her long delicate fingers
 around her Scott's thickening erection, and began to
 slowly pump up and down his shaft holding firmly to
 the skin, moving it up and down over the nerve ending
 that wrap around his engorged tool. Scott obviously
 liked her doing this, and turned on his side facing
 her. He brought his mouth to hers and began a very
 sloppy French kiss. Nikki could smell his favorite
 liquor in his breath as he forced his tongue between
 her lips. She thought, well I've always liked this
 Kentucky mash whisky, I wonder if I can get high on
 his saliva, it almost tasted like pure whisky. 

 Nikki was a little frightened by Scott's urgent kiss-
 ing, and she increased her hand movements between his
 legs, hoping to get him off before anything happened
 that they might both regret in the morning.

 What Nikki couldn't know, in her limited experience
 with sex, is that alcohol and orgasms don't mix. Scott
 wasn't about to have an orgasm, no matter how long
 Nikki pumped on his erect tool. He would last as long
 as he wanted to. If he'd been sober, he probably would
 have come at the touch of the beauty's skin on his, but
 Scott wasn't thinking, wasn't even aware who he was
 with. All he knew was that he wanted to fuck. He wanted
 to fuck for a long time, and with that thought running
 through his alcohol soaked brain, Scott rolled on top
 of Nikki's smaller body pushing between her naked legs.

 Scott's aggressive move took Nikki's breath away. She
 knew as she felt Scott brush her hand away from Scott's
 massive hard-on, and as his body mounted hers, that he
 was going to have sex with her, and short of knocking
 him out with a lamp, she was going to have to take it.

 This was only the third time Nikki had been with a man.
 The first was with a boy her own age, the second a
 lecher who had practically raped her, and now, with a
 handsome millionaire, so drunk he didn't even recognize
 her.

 But she was wrong about his state of mind. Scott had
 had a lot to drink, but he knew who she was. He'd tried
 to pull away from her, he was going to get up and leave
 the room, but when Nikki grasped his cock, he'd almost
 jumped through the roof. When she started to masturbate
 him, he couldn't help himself. He'd been attracted to
 the girl ever sense he'd first laid eyes on her. He'd
 wanted to have sex with her, like every other male in
 the world, but always forced the feeling way down in-
 side. Now with her hand on him, his inhibitions where
 gone, and his hormones where raging, demanding to be
 sated.

 Nikki couldn't know what she'd done to make this all
 happen, all she knew was that she was going to get
 fucked by her boss, and that everything was going to be
 different from now on, she was frightened, heart pound-
 ing in her lovely chest as Scott raised his buttocks
 into the air and positioned his swollen cock at the
 girl's sex, then he thrust himself into the little
 piece of heaven. She felt exactly as he'd imagined.
 She was so tight and moist and hot. He could feel her
 vagina walls expand around his shaft as he penetrated
 her, and grasp him tightly as he bottomed out inside
 her. He knew that she'd be fine, but as his stomach
 came to rest against hers his eyes opened and he said,
 "Nikki, I love you."

 Nikki was shocked into stillness as she realized that
 the man on top of her, the man thrust deeply inside of
 her wasn't that drunk, that he knew what he was doing
 to her. She didn't know how to react, the first thought
 was to stop him. She wasn't on the pill. She didn't
 need to be with Rachel, and she knew that she would be
 ruined if she were made pregnant by him. But at the
 same time, she realized that she loved this man, and
 could not stop what was happening between them, no
 matter what the consequences. So like many women before
 her, and many after, Nikki threw caution to the wind
 and laid back to enjoy the sensations of the moment.

 She would always remember the feeling of making love
 for the first time with a man she loved. It was dif-
 ferent than her other experiences with sex. She wanted
 his body, she wanted him to fill her, to spread her
 wide. His muscles rippled as he humped into her, while
 she ran her hands over his back and buttocks. He felt
 so wonderful as he moved inside of her.

 Scott couldn't believe he was doing this. Sure he'd
 wanted it for a long time, but to actually be doing it
 with her magnificent body, with her lovely mind ac-
 cepting him. They were as one. He'd push into her, and
 at the same instant he'd push back to meet him. As
 there movements increased in speed, Nikki wrapped her
 long shapely legs around his heaving body and lost her-
 self in the sensation of his sexual tool frictioning
 against her fevered insides, as the rhythm built, and
 both reached the top in perfect unison.

 Nikki heard her familiar cry of joy. The one that
 Rachel had heard many times, as an exceptionally won-
 derful orgasm would rack her young body. This time
 Nikki's orgasm was enhanced by Scott's throbbing tool
 releasing his man-cream deeply inside her body. She
 thought that she could actually feel him splashing his
 sperm deep inside her, or was she imagining it?

 "Oh how marvelous." Nikki said in a breathless shaky
 voice. She held Scott's sweat soaked body to her as
 they both drifted off to sleep. Scott's last conscious
 though was, 'Hmmm great way to go to sleep, I think
 I'll stay snugly inside my honey all night. . ."
 Smiling contentedly.

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 Nikki was finally home. Now she was completely happy
 in America. Her family was doing well, she was able to
 send enough money so they could live anywhere they
 wanted and live like kings too. 

 Her family wanted to stay in Russia, so Nikki would
 have to talk Scott into taking a vacation there with
 her. . . Yes Nikki was truly happy, she had many
 friends, a wonderful job, and Scott and Rachel were
 wonderful lovers. . . life was good. . .