Tight Ass Ksyushka

Chapter One: The Walk

The afternoon sun hung low over the Las Vegas park, painting everything in that golden, too-perfect glow that made the desert feel almost romantic. I was strolling with my headphones half-on, mind wandering, when they caught my eye.

She walked with purpose—tall, confident, dark hair pulled into a sleek ponytail that swayed like she owned the sidewalk. Classic Russian beauty: sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes, the kind of posture that said she’d survived worse winters than this dry heat. Beside her, skipping lightly and chatting away, was her daughter.  

Ksyusha.  

Even before I knew her name, she hit me like a spark. Cute as hell—bright smile, playful energy, that innocent sparkle that made my chest tighten in the best and worst way. She looked maybe twelve or thirteen, laughing at something her mom said, twirling a little as they walked. I fucking loved that vibe. Pure, fun, magnetic. I wanted to talk to her, hear what made her laugh like that.

Heart pounding, I picked up my pace and angled toward them, trying to look casual. “Excuse me,” I started, flashing a smile. “Mind if I ask—”

The mom turned first. Her eyes locked on mine, and before I could even finish, a knowing little smirk crossed her lips. “You like me?” she said in that thick, rolling Russian accent, straight to the point. No hesitation. Like she’d already read the whole script.

I froze. “Wait, I—”

She didn’t let me explain. “I see how you look. Come, we talk.” She waved me over like it was decided, and just like that, the conversation flipped. She introduced herself—Elena—and kept the flow going in broken but confident English. Ksyusha smiled shyly at me, said a quick “Hi,” and then her mom steered things. Before I knew it, we were exchanging numbers. Dinner that evening. Just like that.

The miscommunication had already started. I was thinking about the daughter. She thought I was there for her.

Dinner was electric. Elena talked nonstop—about Russia, moving to Vegas, how strong she was, how she liked a man who knew what he wanted. I nodded, laughed at the right moments, stealing glances at Ksyusha whenever she wasn’t looking. The kid was adorable, giggling at her mom’s stories, playing with her food. Every time she smiled, my mind raced. But Elena kept pulling focus, touching my arm, leaning in. By the end of the night, she invited me back to their place “for coffee.”

We got there, and the trap closed beautifully.

Elena sent Ksyusha off to her room with a quick Russian command—“Иди в свою комнату, солнышко” (something like that, soft but firm). The girl disappeared down the hall. Then Elena turned to me, eyes dark and hungry. No words needed at first. She dropped to her knees right there in the living room, confident as hell, unzipped me, and pulled out my cock like she’d been waiting all night.

Her mouth was warm, eager, skilled. She worked me with that Slavic intensity—moaning softly around me, looking up with those fierce eyes. I groaned, my hands in her hair, but my brain? It was somewhere else. Flashing to Ksyusha’s laugh, her skip, that pure energy. Here I was getting blown by mom while fantasizing about the daughter.

I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed Elena, pulled her up, and led her straight to the bedroom. She laughed, thinking it was passion. I bent her over the bed, heart hammering. My cock pressed against her ass—I wanted it raw, intense. As I pushed in, she gasped and started saying something fast in Russian: “Нет, не в попу! Нет, не в попу, больно!” 

I had no clue. It sounded hot—breathless, urgent. I thought it was dirty talk, encouragement. I kept going, thrusting deeper, lost in the moment, my mind drifting again to Ksyusha in the next room. The whole time, Elena was trying to tell me “No, not in my ass! It hurts!” But the language barrier turned it into fuel. I fucked her harder, chasing that twisted thrill.

Later, much later, when I finally looked it up on Google Translate, I realized what she’d been saying. But by then… it was too late. The damage was done, and the spark had turned into something else.

Three months later, I’m still “dating” Elena. Playing the good boyfriend—dinners, nights out, sex where she whispers more Russian I don’t understand (“Ты сводишь меня с ума,” “Глубже,” stuff that sounds like fire but I just smile and thrust). All of it just so I can be around the house. Around Ksyusha.

That cutie with the unpronounceable name—Ksyusha (say it like “Ksyoo-sha,” soft and sweet). I hang out when she’s there, play games, listen to her stories, steal those innocent moments while her mom thinks it’s all for her.

It’s wrong. It’s risky. But damn… every time Ksyusha smiles at me, it feels worth it.

For now, the secret stays buried. I nod when Elena moans in Russian during sex, pretending I get every word. And I wait for the next chance to be near her daughter.

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Chapter Two: The Translator

Three months in, and the routine had settled into something dangerously comfortable. Elena’s apartment felt like a second home now—dim lights, the faint smell of her Russian perfume mixed with whatever takeout we’d ordered that night. Ksyusha was already in her room, door cracked just enough that I could hear the soft sounds of her playing a game or watching videos. That little laugh of hers drifted out sometimes, and every time it hit me like a hook in the chest.

Elena had been extra eager tonight. She’d pulled me into the bedroom the second the door clicked shut, her hands all over me, whispering those husky Russian phrases I still couldn’t understand. “Ты мой,” she’d breathed against my ear—whatever the hell that meant. It sounded possessive. Hot.

We were in bed now, sheets tangled, her body under mine. I was deep inside her—slow, deliberate thrusts that made her arch and moan. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back as she pulled me closer. The rhythm was building, sweat slick between us. Every time I drove in, her breath hitched, and she’d gasp something in Russian that I pretended was pure filthy encouragement.

Then she reached for her phone.

I didn’t think much of it at first—maybe she was turning on music or setting a timer. But she tapped quickly, held the phone up between us while I was still buried inside her, hips rolling slow and deep. The screen glowed in the dark room, the Google Translate app open.

The words were typed in Russian first, then the English translation popped up clear as day:

“I know you like my daughter. But sorry. I want you more. Mommy first.”

My rhythm faltered for a split second. My cock twitched hard inside her as the words sank in. She knew. She fucking knew the whole time.

Elena’s eyes locked on mine—sharp, triumphant, a little wicked. She didn’t look jealous or angry. She looked like she’d won. Like she’d been playing chess while I thought it was checkers. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her lips as she set the phone aside, then pulled my face down to hers.

“Shh,” she whispered, switching back to English with that thick accent. “No talk. Just fuck Mommy.”

She tightened around me deliberately, clenching as I pushed back in. Her nails raked down my back, urging me deeper. “You think about her, yes? While you inside me?” Her voice was low, teasing, almost amused. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. Makes you harder for me.”

I groaned, unable to stop myself. The confession—if that’s what it was—hit like gasoline on the fire. My thrusts got rougher, more urgent. Elena moaned louder, her hips rising to meet every stroke, taking me all the way.

“Mommy first,” she repeated, breath hot against my ear, switching between English and Russian. “Ksyusha is baby. You need real woman. Like this.”

She flipped us suddenly—strong for her size—straddling me now, sinking down onto my cock with a satisfied sigh. Her hands pressed on my chest as she started riding, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. The phone lay forgotten on the pillow, the translated words still glowing faintly.

Every time she slid down, she leaned in and whispered more—some in Russian, some broken English. “You can look at her. You can talk to her. But at night… this is for Mommy.”

I grabbed her hips, guiding her movements, lost in the twisted heat of it. My mind flashed to Ksyusha in the next room—her innocent smile, that skip in her step—but here I was, balls-deep in her mother, who not only knew my secret but was using it to ride me harder.

Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She reached for the phone again, typed quickly with one hand while still grinding on me, then turned the screen toward me once more.

New line:

“You belong to me now. Three months already. Don’t ruin it.”

She tossed the phone aside and kissed me fiercely, her tongue demanding. Her pace quickened, tits bouncing as she chased her own release. “Cum for Mommy,” she gasped. “Think whatever you want… but cum inside me.”

The pressure built fast. I couldn’t hold back. With a low growl, I thrust up hard, filling her as she clenched and shuddered on top of me, her own orgasm hitting right after. She cried out in Russian—something loud and unrestrained—before collapsing onto my chest, panting.

In the quiet after, she traced lazy circles on my skin and murmured, “Good boy.”

Ksyusha’s laugh echoed faintly from down the hall, like a reminder of why I was still here.

Elena just smiled against my shoulder, whispering one last thing I didn’t understand… but this time, I had a feeling I knew exactly what it meant.

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Chapter Three: The Shower

The apartment was steamy and warm from the running water. Elena had been in the shower for a few minutes when her voice cut through the sound of the spray.

“Jason! Come here!”

I stepped into the bathroom, towel slung low on my hips. The glass door was half-open, steam curling out. Elena stood under the hot water, water streaming down her toned body, soap suds sliding over her breasts and hips. She looked good—confident, wet, demanding.

But she wasn’t alone. Ksyusha—21 now, all grown into a sharp, pretty young woman with the same dark hair and bright eyes as her mom—was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, still dressed, legs swinging a little as she chatted with her mother in Russian. She glanced up at me and gave a small, amused smile. “Hi.”

Elena turned, water dripping from her lashes. “Can you help me?” she said in that thick accent, holding up a rough loofah-like scrubber. “My back. Hard to reach.”

She stepped out just enough, turned around, and braced her hands on the tiled wall. I took the scrubber and started working it across her shoulders and down her spine in slow, firm circles. The fabric scraped lightly over her wet skin, leaving faint red trails that she seemed to enjoy. Ksyusha watched quietly from the tub edge, saying nothing, just observing with that calm, knowing look.

Elena let out a soft hum of approval. Then she said something quick in Russian to her daughter. Ksyusha nodded, stood up, and headed for the door. “I’ll finish up later,” she said casually as she slipped out, closing the bathroom door behind her with a soft click.

The second the door shut, Elena’s whole energy shifted.

She turned to face me, eyes dark and playful. “Good. Now only us.” Without waiting, she reached for my shirt. “Take this off. You’ll get wet.”

I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside. Elena stepped closer, completely naked and glistening, and guided me backward until I was sitting on the wide edge of the bathtub. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, her wet pussy pressing right against my quickly hardening cock through the thin towel.

“It’s okay,” she murmured, voice low and husky, grinding slowly. “Only sitting. Nothing more.”

But it was already more. I was rock hard in seconds, the towel doing almost nothing to hide it. Elena felt it immediately and smiled that triumphant little smile—the same one from the translator night. She rocked her hips deliberately, sliding her slick folds along my length, teasing.

“Mommy knows,” she whispered against my ear, switching between English and soft Russian. “You still look at Ksyusha. But she is young. I am woman. Mommy first.”

She reached down, tugged the towel open, and freed my cock. It sprang up between us, thick and throbbing. Elena didn’t hesitate. She lifted herself just enough, lined me up, and sank down slowly, taking every inch in one smooth motion. A low groan escaped both of us as she bottomed out, her tight heat gripping me.

“Russians are different,” she breathed, starting to ride me right there on the edge of the tub, water from the still-running shower spraying over her back and shoulders. “We know what we want. And I want this.”

Her hands braced on my shoulders as she moved—slow at first, then faster, hips rolling with practiced confidence. Every time she slammed down, her tits bounced inches from my face. I grabbed her ass, helping her bounce, the wet slap of skin echoing in the small bathroom.

She leaned in, biting my earlobe. “You can think about her if you need. But you cum for me. Only for Mommy.”

The pressure built fast. Elena rode harder, clenching around me on every downstroke, whispering more Russian that sounded filthy and possessive. I thrust up to meet her, chasing the release.

When I finally came, buried deep inside her, she shuddered with her own orgasm, moaning loud in Russian while the shower kept running hot behind us.

She stayed on my cock for a long moment afterward, panting, then kissed me deep and slow.

“See?” she whispered, stroking my chest. “Mommy wins again.”

From the hallway, I could hear Ksyusha moving around the apartment, completely unaware—or maybe not—of what had just happened behind the closed bathroom door.

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Chapter Four: The Movie Night

The living room lights were dimmed low, the big TV casting flickering colors across the couch. We were watching some action movie—explosions and car chases that none of us were really paying attention to. Elena sat on my right, pressed close, her hand occasionally resting on my thigh like she owned the spot. On my left was Ksyusha—21, relaxed in shorts and a loose tank top, legs tucked under her. I was right in the middle, sandwiched between mother and daughter, trying to keep my breathing steady.

Elena’s Russian perfume filled the air every time she shifted. Ksyusha smelled like vanilla body spray—sweet, youthful, addictive. My mind kept drifting, pulse kicking up every time Ksyusha laughed at a funny scene or leaned a little closer.

About halfway through the movie, Elena stretched and stood up. “Bathroom,” she announced with a wink at me. “Pause if you want. I’ll be quick.” She headed upstairs, her footsteps fading.

The second her door clicked shut, the energy on the couch changed.

Ksyusha turned toward me, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. She didn’t say anything at first—just looked at me for a long beat. Then her hand slid slowly onto my leg, fingers brushing the inside of my thigh. The touch was light, but it hit like electricity. My cock twitched hard in my pants, thickening instantly.

“I know you like me,” she said softly, voice barely above a whisper, that slight Russian lilt making it even hotter. “But it’s okay. As long as you’re with my mom… you get to sit next to me. Be happy.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. Before I could respond, her hand moved higher—bold, confident—and cupped my bulge, giving my cock a firm squeeze through my pants. I stifled a groan. She kissed my cheek, quick and teasing, then squeezed again, feeling me throb under her palm.

My heart hammered. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and casually dropped it over my lap, hiding the obvious tent just as we heard Elena’s footsteps starting back down the stairs.

Elena returned a moment later and settled back on my right side like nothing had happened. The movie resumed, but I was rock hard under the pillow, pulse racing, trying not to look too obvious.

A couple minutes passed. The tension was unbearable. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I turned slightly toward Ksyusha, grabbed her waist gently, and tugged her toward me. “Come here,” I murmured. She didn’t resist. She shifted smoothly, sliding onto my lap sideways, her ass settling right over my throbbing cock. I wrapped my arms around her in a casual “watching the movie” hug, pulling her back against my chest. She felt perfect—warm, soft, the weight of her driving me insane.

Elena glanced over once, smiled approvingly, and went back to the screen, assuming it was innocent cuddling.

Ksyusha stayed still for a bit, pretending to watch. Then I felt her shift—subtle grinding, just enough to tease my hard-on trapped beneath her. My hands tightened on her hips.

She pulled out her phone, typed quickly with her thumbs, and tilted the screen toward me so only I could see. The Google Translate app was open again. The message glowed clearly:

“I know you’re horny because of me. Don’t need to hide it. It’s OK as long as I’m the one taking that dick in my ass, not her. You are too big for her.”

My breath caught. Blood rushed south even harder. The words hit like pure fire—filthy, possessive, competitive. Ksyusha glanced back at me over her shoulder, a tiny smirk on her lips, then turned back to the movie like she hadn’t just blown my mind.

I was so fucking excited I could barely sit still. Unbelievably happy. Here I was, cock straining against Ksyusha’s ass while her mom sat inches away on the couch, completely clueless about the secret message. Elena thought she had “Mommy first.” But right now, on my lap, her daughter was quietly claiming something much dirtier.

The movie played on. Ksyusha stayed on my lap, occasionally shifting just enough to keep me aching. Elena reached over and squeezed my hand, whispering something affectionate in Russian.

I just smiled in the dark, heart pounding, already wondering how far this twisted game between mother and daughter was really going to go.

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Chapter Five: Under the Blanket

The movie was still rolling, but the real show had already started on the couch.

Elena stood up again, stretching lazily. “Bathroom break,” she said with a small yawn, her accent thick in the dim light. “Don’t pause it. I know what’s happening.” She walked upstairs, footsteps fading once more.

The moment her door clicked shut, Ksyusha didn’t waste a second.

She grabbed the big throw blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over both of us, covering our laps completely. Her eyes met mine—bold, excited, no shyness left. Without a word, she quickly unbuttoned her shorts, slid them down her thighs along with her panties, and kicked them aside under the blanket. My heart slammed in my chest as she reached over, freed my throbbing cock from my pants, and lined it up.

She was already wet. She lowered herself slowly onto my lap, guiding the head of my cock right against her tight asshole. With a soft exhale, she pushed down, taking me in inch by inch. The heat was intense—her ass gripping me like a vice as she sank all the way down until her bare ass was flush against my thighs. I groaned quietly, hands gripping her hips under the blanket to steady her.

“Shh,” she whispered, voice barely audible. “Just sit like this. Don’t move too much.”

We adjusted the blanket so it looked casual—just two people cuddling while watching a movie. Ksyusha stayed perfectly still on my cock, her ass stretched around me, warm and impossibly tight. Every tiny shift of her body sent sparks through me. I was buried deep inside her ass, right there on the couch, while the movie played on.

Elena came back down a minute later. She glanced at us, smiled at the blanket setup, and dropped onto my right side again. “Cozy,” she murmured, leaning her head on my shoulder for a moment before turning back to the screen.

Ksyusha didn’t move. She just sat there impaled on my cock, breathing steady, pretending to watch the movie. I could feel every pulse, every little clench of her ass around me. My hands stayed on her hips under the blanket, fighting the urge to thrust.

Then Elena reached for the remote. “Turn off the lights,” she said. “Makes it more cinematic.” The room plunged into near-darkness, only the TV glow lighting the space.

In the darker room, Ksyusha got bolder. She started rocking her hips in tiny, almost imperceptible circles—grinding on my cock without lifting off. The sensation was maddening. I was rock-hard and buried balls-deep in her ass while her mom sat inches away, completely unaware. Or maybe she did realize. Elena’s hand occasionally brushed my arm, but she stayed focused on the movie.

I looked at Ksyusha’s profile in the flickering light. Fuck being shy. I needed to take control.

I tightened my grip on her hips and started guiding her movements—slow, shallow thrusts upward while she stayed seated. Each push buried me deeper into her tight ass. She bit her lip to stay quiet, her breathing getting heavier. Under the blanket, I could feel how soaked she was getting, her pussy dripping onto my balls as I fucked her ass in secret.

Elena shifted closer on my right, resting her hand on my thigh just below the blanket. “This part is good,” she whispered, oblivious or pretending to be.

Ksyusha turned her head slightly, her lips brushing my ear. “Harder,” she breathed so quietly I almost missed it. “But don’t let her know.”

I did as she asked—taking control, thrusting a little deeper, a little faster under the blanket while the movie explosions covered any small sounds. My cock pulsed inside her ass, the risk making everything ten times hotter. Ksyusha’s walls clenched around me rhythmically, milking me as she fought to stay silent.

I was right in the middle of them—cock buried in the daughter’s ass, mother leaning on my shoulder, the whole twisted game spinning faster.

Elena had no idea what was happening under that blanket.

…or did she?

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Chapter Six: Alone at Last

The apartment was quiet for once. Elena had gone out for groceries and said she’d be gone at least an hour. Ksyusha and I were finally alone.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

The second the door clicked shut behind her mom, I grabbed Ksyusha by the waist and pulled her close, my voice low and rough with months of built-up hunger.

“I’m tired of waiting and thinking about you,” I told her, staring straight into her eyes. “I wanna eat your ass. I wanna eat you. And I wanna stretch your ass.”

I’d practiced the Russian version on my phone for days. I repeated it to her slowly, the words clumsy but clear:  

«Я устал ждать и думать о тебе. Я хочу вылизать твою попку. Я хочу вылизать тебя. И я хочу растянуть твою попку.»

Her eyes widened, then a wicked little smile spread across her face. She didn’t say no.

I threw her onto the bed on her stomach, climbing over her immediately. My lips started at her lower back, kissing and licking my way down as I hooked my fingers into her shorts and panties, yanking them down in one smooth motion. There it was—her beautiful, pale, tiny, skinny ass, smooth and perfect, two tight little cheeks that had been driving me crazy for months.

I spread her open and dove in, kissing and licking her tight hole with pure desperation. My tongue circled and pushed, tasting her, devouring her while she moaned softly into the pillow. She tasted incredible—clean, sweet, forbidden.

I grabbed my phone, opened the translator, and typed quickly before showing her the screen:

“I promise I won’t push it. I’m gonna just put the tip there. You can just move however you want. You can go back and forth. Take it as much as you can, however you want.”

Ksyusha looked back at me over her shoulder, breathing fast, and nodded.

I was already leaking pre-cum like crazy. I rubbed the slick head of my cock up and down her tiny asshole, using it as natural lube. My heart was pounding—I kept glancing at the clock, knowing Elena could walk in any minute. But I needed this. I needed to finally smash that cute little ass.

I pressed the tip against her puckered hole. Ksyusha looked back at me again, eyes half-lidded, and slowly started pushing back. Inch by careful inch, she worked herself onto me. “Oh my God…” I groaned. She was impossibly tight—her ass clenched and tried to push me out with every tiny movement, but she kept going, breathing through it, taking more.

After nearly half an hour of her rocking back and forth, almost half my cock was buried in that tiny ass. The grip was insane, like a hot velvet fist squeezing me rhythmically. I couldn’t believe she’d kept this perfect little hole from me all this time.

My hand slid under her, squeezing her small tits and pinching her nipples while I watched her ass stretch around me. She was moaning louder now, pushing back harder, clearly getting into it.

I couldn’t hold it. The pressure built fast.

I pulled out quickly, flipped her onto her back, and brought my cock to her mouth. She opened wide without hesitation—that beautiful, innocent-looking face with the whitest skin, those pretty lips wrapping around me. The sight alone was almost enough to finish me.

She sucked eagerly, tongue swirling. I groaned, fucking her mouth shallowly for a few seconds before pulling out. She held her mouth open, tongue out, eyes locked on mine.

I jerked myself hard and exploded—thick ropes of cum shooting straight into her open mouth. She took every drop, swallowing some, letting the rest pool on her tongue.

But I wasn’t done.

The cum on my cock made everything even slicker. I flipped her back onto her stomach, bent her over again, and pressed back against her now-relaxed asshole. This time it slid in easier. I pushed deeper, fucking her ass with long, steady strokes while she moaned into the sheets.

Ten more minutes. I kept checking the clock, heart racing with the risk, but the feeling was too good to stop. Her tight little ass gripped me perfectly as I pounded harder.

Finally, I buried myself as deep as I could and came for the second time—flooding her ass with hot cum, pulsing inside her while she trembled beneath me.

I pulled out slowly, watching my cum leak from her stretched hole, when I heard the front door open.

Fuck.

I yanked my pants up and bolted out of the room just in time, slipping into the hallway bathroom as Elena’s voice called out, “I’m home!”

Ksyusha stayed in her room for a minute, probably cleaning up fast. When she emerged, she looked flushed but composed.

I stepped out a moment later, trying to act normal. Elena gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, none the wiser.

That close call left me buzzing. Now I had them both.

Elena could take it hard and deep in her ass whenever I wanted—no complaints, just raw fucking. And Ksyusha… that tiny, tight little asshole was finally mine to enjoy, to stretch, to fill.

It felt fucking perfect.

Having both of them—mom’s experienced hole and daughter’s virgin-tight one—meant I didn’t have to choose anymore.

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Chapter Seven: Priorities

I finally understood the game.

Elena had pulled me aside earlier that day, her eyes sharp and possessive, and laid it out through the translator on her phone:

“When I’m not around, you can fuck her. When I’m around, priority is me. The cock is mine. You can’t give it to her when I don’t want it or when I don’t need it.”

She was number one. Mommy first. Always.

But rules were made to be tested.

Elena was in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and humming some Russian song. Ksyusha was on the couch in the living room, legs tucked under her, watching some trashy TV show. I was horny as hell, cock already straining in my pants from the way Ksyusha kept glancing over with that secret little smile.

I couldn’t wait.

I walked straight to the couch, pulled my cock out, and shoved it into Ksyusha’s mouth without a word. She gasped around me, eyes widening in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. I grabbed the back of her head and started fucking her throat deep and rough, hips thrusting while I stared straight ahead at the TV like nothing was happening.

Ksyusha gagged hard, choking and drooling, her hands gripping my thighs. She looked up at me with watery eyes, realizing I was using her mouth right there while her mom was just in the next room. The risk made it hotter.

“Keep it there,” I growled quietly. “All the way back. You’re not my boss. I’m not your bitch. You’re my bitch now.”

She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting through me. Something in her eyes shifted—she liked being told what to do. The shy, teasing girl was gone. She was enjoying being used.

I fucked her face for fifteen solid minutes, pushing deep, making her choke and slobber until her makeup ran and her face was a mess. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her shirt.

“Get up,” I ordered, pulling out with a wet pop. Her face was flushed, lips swollen. I slapped my heavy cock against her cheek a few times. “Under the counter. Now. Face the TV.”

She obeyed instantly, crawling under the kitchen counter on all fours so she could still see the TV screen while I stood behind her. Elena was right there at the counter, only a few feet away, still chopping and talking about her day in broken English.

I pulled Ksyusha’s shorts and panties down just enough, lined up, and shoved my cock into her tight little pussy. She bit her lip to stay quiet as I started fucking her hard from behind. Elena kept working, completely unaware—or pretending not to notice.

Ksyusha came fast the first time, then again a few minutes later, her body shaking silently under the counter while I railed her. When she was exhausted and satisfied, she whispered hoarsely, “Thank you, baby… I’m going to take a shower.”

She stood up on shaky legs, no pants on, and walked toward the bathroom, cum and her own juices glistening on her thighs.

I gave her a head start, then followed.

But instead of going to the shower, I went back to the living room where Elena had just sat down on the couch after finishing in the kitchen.

“Try again,” I told Ksyusha, who had paused in the hallway. “Maybe you can take it all this time.”

She didn’t argue. She bent over the arm of the couch, presenting that tiny, pale, skinny ass. I spat on my cock and started pushing into her asshole slowly, working the head in, then more. She whined and trembled, but she was taking it—almost half my cock stretching her tight ring.

Elena stepped out of the shower at that exact moment, towel wrapped around her, hair wet. She walked into the living room and froze when she saw us: me standing behind her daughter, cock halfway buried in that tiny ass, Ksyusha bent over and struggling, moaning in pain and pleasure.

“No,” Elena said sharply. “She is too tight. You’re too big. You’re crazy.”

I felt a flash of anger. I wasn’t stopping. Not today.

I pulled out of Ksyusha, grabbed Elena by the hair, and pushed her down to her knees in front of me. “Suck it,” I ordered. “Get it nice and wet so I can slide easier into your daughter’s ass.”

Elena looked shocked for a second, but then that familiar hungry look returned. She opened her mouth and took me deep, sucking and slurping loudly, coating my cock with her saliva while Ksyusha stayed bent over, waiting.

I couldn’t believe how easily she obeyed. From now on, no more shy games. These two sexy Russian asses were both mine, and I was going to enjoy them however the fuck I wanted.

I pulled out of Elena’s mouth, lined up again with Ksyusha’s tiny hole, and pushed harder. She screamed into the couch cushion as I forced another inch in. Elena watched from the floor, eyes wide.

I made Elena sit on the floor, back against the couch, and fed her my cock whenever I pulled out of Ksyusha—making her clean it, choke on it, get it sloppy wet before I slammed back into her daughter’s ass.

For the next half hour I alternated, stretching Ksyusha’s tiny asshole deeper and deeper while using her mom’s mouth as lube. Ksyusha was whining and moaning, her tight ring gripping me like a vice.

I lost control.

I buried as much as I could into Ksyusha’s ass and came hard, flooding her tiny hole with thick ropes of cum. When I pulled out, the cum immediately started leaking out of her stretched ass and dripping down.

Elena’s face was right there underneath. My load dripped onto her lips and cheeks while she looked up at me.

I shoved my cock straight into Elena’s mouth, making her taste her daughter’s ass and my cum mixed together. She sucked eagerly, eyes locked on mine.

I stood there, breathing heavy, looking at both of them—Ksyusha bent over with cum leaking from her ass, Elena on the floor with my cock in her mouth and my load on her face.

No more “Mommy first.” No more hiding.

Both of these Russian asses belonged to me now, and I was going to use them whenever and however I wanted.

End of Chapter Seven

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Chapter Eight: All Day Alone

Elena was finally leaving for the whole day.

She had some work thing across town—meetings, paperwork, whatever. She’d be gone from morning until late evening. For the first time in months, the apartment was going to be completely ours.

I couldn’t hide my excitement as she stood by the door with her bag, giving last-minute instructions. Ksyusha was already on the couch in a tiny tank top and shorts. The second Elena turned toward us to say goodbye, I sat down, pulled my cock out, and guided Ksyusha’s head straight into my lap. She didn’t hesitate—she opened her mouth and took me in, sucking slow and deep while her mom was still standing right there.

Elena walked over, leaned down, and kissed my cheek. “Okay, I’m leaving,” she said in her thick accent. Then she looked at her daughter and added some soft Russian words.

Ksyusha pulled her mouth off my cock just long enough to answer sweetly, “Goodbye, Mama,” before sliding her lips back down my shaft.

Elena smiled. “Be nice to my daughter. Don’t hurt her.”

I had two fingers buried in Ksyusha’s tight little asshole while she sucked me, slowly pumping them in and out. I looked Elena in the eyes and grinned. “Nobody’s girl. She’s my baby too.”

In my head I was screaming: Today I’m putting my whole cock in her.

The door finally clicked shut. Elena was gone.

The second she was out of the building, I grabbed the bottle of massage oil. I stripped Ksyusha completely naked, rubbed the slick oil all over her pale, skinny body—her small tits, her flat stomach, her tiny white ass—until she was glistening. Then I sat on the couch and pulled her down onto my cock, letting her sink onto it reverse cowgirl style while I massaged her back and shoulders, my hands sliding everywhere.

After a long, oily tease, I carried her to the bed.

God, I fucking loved that ass. So tiny, so skinny, so perfectly pale and petite. That little pink asshole looked like it was made to be stretched open.

I poured more oil on my cock and on her hole, lined up, and started pushing. For weeks I’d only been able to get about half in. Not today.

She started rocking back and forth like usual, taking what she could. I held her hips.

“Wait… go forward,” I told her. “Okay… now keep coming back. One… two… three—”

On the third push I thrust up hard at the same time. Ksyusha gasped loud as the last few inches slammed home. My entire cock disappeared inside her tiny ass—balls deep, buried to the hilt.

“That’s it, baby,” I groaned, holding her tight so she couldn’t pull away. “That’s it. It’s all in there. I’m all the way in your tiny ass, baby.”

She moaned loudly—half pain, half pleasure. I started rubbing her pussy in slow circles to help her relax, then began fucking her properly: long, deep strokes that made her whimper every time I bottomed out.

“Rub your pussy,” I ordered. “Keep rubbing it for me.”

She obeyed, fingers working her clit while I picked up speed. This was what I’d been waiting for—the first time I was actually ass-fucking this gorgeous, cute Russian girl the way I wanted.

I grabbed my phone and started recording. The video captured everything: my thick cock sliding in and out of her stretched little hole, her moans, her pale cheeks rippling with every thrust.

I couldn’t hold back. I slammed in as deep as possible, gripped her hips hard, and came hard—flooding her bowels with thick ropes of cum while she screamed into the sheets.

When I let go, she jumped forward and my cock popped out with a wet sound. Her asshole gaped beautifully for a second—pink, stretched, leaking my cum. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

She collapsed on her stomach, breathing hard, clearly in pain. But I wasn’t done.

I grabbed her, pulled her back, and pushed my still-hard cock right back into her freshly-fucked ass. “We’re not stopping until you cum from it.”

I rubbed her pussy faster, fucking her with deep, steady strokes. When I felt her start to shake, I went harder. I pulled her back against my chest, legs spread wide, cock buried in her ass, and rubbed her clit relentlessly.

Ksyusha suddenly screamed and started squirting—clear juice spraying all over the bed and floor as she came hard from the anal fucking. Her whole tiny body shook violently in my arms. Her asshole clenched and spasmed around my cock the entire time.

I was in heaven. She had the smallest, whitest, skinniest, tightest ass I’d ever fucked. My beautiful little cocksucker.

When her orgasm finally faded and she went limp and exhausted, I pulled out, laid her on her back on the couch, and straddled her chest. I slid my cock straight into her mouth and started fucking her face—slow, deep thrusts, using her throat while she looked up at me with glassy, satisfied eyes.

I was already getting hard again for round two.

Elena wouldn’t be back for hours.

Plenty of time to keep stretching, fucking, and owning every inch of my tiny Russian baby.

End of Chapter Eight

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Chapter Nine: Ten More Hours

Two hours had already passed, and I still couldn’t get enough of her tiny asshole.

I’d been pounding Ksyusha’s ass non-stop—deep, rough strokes that made her scream and shake every time I bottomed out. She was a sweaty, moaning mess, her pale skin flushed red, that tight little ring stretched wide around my cock. But I needed more.

I grabbed her, lifted her tiny body off the bed like she weighed nothing, and stood up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, legs dangling. I adjusted her, lined my cock up with her gaping, cum-slick hole, and slowly lowered her all the way down. Inch by inch, her ass swallowed every bit of me until I was balls-deep again, holding her up in the air with her legs spread wide.

“Fuck… that’s it,” I groaned, feeling her clench desperately around me.

I carried her like that straight to the shower—my cock buried to the hilt inside her the entire way. The second I turned the water on, the sound of her screams and moans echoed off the tiles, bouncing back twice as loud. It was deafening, raw, and it only made me harder.

I didn’t care.

I started fucking her standing up, slamming her down onto my cock over and over while hot water rained on us. She was screaming in Russian, begging, crying out, one hand frantically rubbing her pussy as I destroyed her ass. Her tiny body bounced helplessly in my arms, her skinny legs kicking in the air.

I pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and shoved my cock straight from her ass into her mouth. She gagged hard, tasting herself and my cum, eyes watering. I filmed the whole thing on my phone—ass-to-mouth, deepthroat, her choking and drooling while the shower kept running.

While I was balls-deep in her throat, a wicked idea hit me.

I pulled out, shoved my cock back into her ass as deep as it would go, and held still. I looked straight into the camera, then into her eyes.

Then I let go.

Hot piss flooded her tiny asshole. I was pissing deep inside her, filling her bowels while she gasped and whimpered. The pressure built fast—her ass was way too tight. When I started thrusting again, piss squirted out around my cock with every push, spraying onto the shower floor.

“From now on,” I growled, spanking her wet ass hard, “anytime I wanna pee, I’m pissing in your ass. Got it?”

I kept fucking her through it—hard, brutal strokes that made more piss gush out every time I pulled back. Then I really went wild.

I fucked her harder than I’d ever fucked her mom. Mission mode: destroy that tiny butthole so it would never be the same again. I slammed into her with everything I had, her screams echoing like crazy in the shower, her body jolting violently with every thrust. Her ass was gaping wider with every brutal stroke, red and swollen, completely ruined for the day.

After I’d had my fill in the shower, I carried her dripping wet back to the bed and threw her face-down. She was exhausted, barely able to move, her tiny, short, skinny body limp on the sheets.

I climbed on top of her, covered her completely with my weight, shoved my cock back into her wrecked asshole, and started fucking her again—slow and deep this time, grinding into her while I kissed and bit her neck and shoulders.

Her little body felt so fragile underneath me, completely owned.

I was nowhere near done.

I still had almost ten more hours before Elena came home.

And I was going to spend every single minute of it breaking in my cute little Russian bitch’s ass as hard and as deep as I wanted.

End of Chapter Nine