Anastasia Sheremeteva. 26 years old. Department for Combating Drug and Arms Smuggling. The current activity is operational undercover agent activity in the territories of transit countries.
Personal data. Not married. Has an attractive appearance. Since the age of 18, two long-term relationships have been recorded: heterosexual (a fellow student at MGIMO), lesbian (a second cousin). The first relationship was interrupted independently, the second as a result of the death of a cohabitant from a drug overdose. At the moment, there are no roommates (roommates) noticed. A special sign: three moles forming a triangle on the left buttock.
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Look, Samuel, what is that white chick coming out of the back door of Massa Krek’s house?!
S โKubala, this is the journalist who was at the owner’s house a couple of days ago, for sure!
HโWhat the hell was she doing there now???
SโI need to go to Jessie and ask if she had permission…
Come on… listen, maybe she gave it to the owner?! Then if we ask Jessem, it won’t be very good…
SโNo, a job is a job… Let’s go faster. Kubala, would you like to fuck this white woman?
KโWell, I don’t know, I’ve never fucked a white woman before…
SโWould you like to? They say many white chicks are still whores, they know how to give…
Well, I like her, it’s good to have something to take a chick for…
A few minutes after they entered the house, a jeep with Jessem and 4 guards flew out. Samuel and Kubala were among them… When they broke into a bungalow on the outskirts of the town, where their target was packing a suitcase. Jessem didn’t take long to explain and immediately got down to business. He jumped up to the journalist and slapped her so hard that the statuesque woman fell on the bed.
“What were you doing at Krek’s house, bitch?”!!
The journalist tried to get up, objecting: โ What house, what are you talking about, I was there two days ago, with your permission, I did an interview and anyway, how dare you treat me like that?!!
This time, Jesse landed a blow to the solar plexus. The white woman fell back onto the bed, gasping for air… “Like you.”.. What a right…
Jessie pulled out his gun. “Either you talk, bitch, or I shoot.”..
He jumped up to the bed, and rested the barrel against the woman’s trousers, between her legs.
“I’m going to put a clip in your crotch, bitch.”.. Do you want this?
โ No, no, I beg you, don’t… I… I really was at Kreck’s house, I hid a dictaphone there, on which I recorded a conversation with him. I couldn’t take it out the first time, so I had to go a second time… I’ve arranged with the servants to get into the house…
โ The white-ass bitch… You were strictly told that the interview was not on the record, but a simple conversation, you asked for it yourself,” Jesse poked the barrel into the soft flesh under the cloth, trying to hurt…
“Do you know what they do to those who don’t keep their contracts?” Where’s the tape recorder and the tape?!
โ There, in the table, take it, just don’t kill me, I beg you, I beg you, don’t kill me!…
โ Samuel, check it out…
“Jess, it’s all here. Both the recorder and the film are in it.
Jessem pressed the barrel against the journalist’s body once moreโAre there any more tapes, bitch?
โNo, no, I swear to you, no.
“Guys, search the room…
While the four healthy Blacks were rummaging around the room, Jessem stared intently at the white woman’s face, at her green eyes that betrayed terrible fright, at her trembling lips, at the slap mark on the surprisingly white skin of her cheek. Jessem has seen many white women, but there are no such amazingly white ones… She was scared, her blond hair stuck to her sweaty forehead… Beads of sweat were running down his forehead and straight nose… She smelled of fear and sweat mixed with some aromatic liquids… She was young, probably not even 25 yet…
“Jess, there’s nothing in the room or among her things.
โOkay, bitch… Crack doesn’t need any noise. You’ll leave and never come back here. But Krek said to teach you a lesson, to teach you to respect your masters, you white whore… And I know how we’ll teach you a lesson, you’ll remember your mistake for a long time…
Jessem sniffed and, shifting the gun to his other hand, began to pull the woman’s blouse out from under her trousers. The journalist realized what Jessem was talking about, screamed, suddenly pushed him away, and rushed off the bed to run, on the way she kicked one of the guards in the stomach, but at the door she was hit by a powerful fist in the side. The unfortunate victim sat down on the floor, howling in pain and realizing the inevitability of the coming sexual violence.
“Bitch! Now you’re going to dance with us!! Guys, take off her clothes and throw her on the bed!
Two powerful guards rushed towards the girl, snuffling. She still tried to resist, but a strong kick in the stomach forced her to stop her attempts โ the Blacks were stronger. She was pulled to her knees by the lapel of her blouse, there was a crack, buttons fell off… the blouse was simply torn off. When he saw her body, he sniffed excitedly โ very broad shoulders, a firm stomach, beautiful slender arms, and the fabric of a white bra covered her breasts, which were pleasant to his taste…
“Rip that rag off her!” The straps were cut with a knife. The cloth fell at the feet of the kneeling girl… She didn’t even try to cover herself with her hands, she was so shocked. Her beautiful breasts became available to the lustful men: pleasantly full and rounded, slightly “snub-nosed” and, as they hurried to check, very elastic to the touch. While her breasts were being kneaded in four hands, the girl lost her thin breeches, revealing strong white thighs… The fabric of the fishnet panties was instantly torn. Glancing at her pubis, Jessem sniffed even more โ the white European whore was clean-shaven. All her bodies were begging to be fucked.
“Get her up!”
The girl was lifted up, wringing her hands behind her back. Her shoulders were spread wide, so that her breasts protruded in spots of halos around the nipples. A flat, toned stomach spoke of good physical shape. Her slim waist turned into an alluring ass and hips with size and elasticity. Her legs, slender and long, were spread out defiantly. Her green eyes were very sharp. She was no longer afraid, and she did not ask for mercy. She hated it. Jessie wanted to make this woman’s gaze change, begging, submissive… And he knew how to do it…
Jessem fucked a lot of women. And he did it often and expertly. Most of all, he loved it when the chick became completely submissive, when she was brought to the point where she asked to fuck her again and again. Now he had to repeat his focus on this proud and rebellious filly. But he had done this before with white chicks… The boogies’ henchmen understood that Jesse would have fun, but they knew that they would definitely get a piece of this surprisingly white flesh.
โ Put the bitch in the doggy position, and hold her tight!
The order was instantly obeyed. Nastya was pinned to the bed by her ankles and wrists so hard that she couldn’t break free even for a little bit. But she intended to bear the humiliation with dignityโnot to utter a single moan, not a single cry. These dirty black-assed males should not get at least moral satisfaction from rape. She chose a point on the opposite wall and stared at it, trying to block out everything that was about to begin.
She was ready for anything, but not for what happened. At the moment when Jessem spread her knees apart, which were standing on the sheet, thereby making her crotch more comfortable for penetration, the girl internally shrank โ now the smelly member of this Negro will invade her delicate, neat, so cherished hole. But… Instead of the head of his penis, he felt the fingers of a man’s hand. And they did not break into her cave, roughly tearing her flesh, on the contrary, they unexpectedly gently ran over her labia, walked along the delicate and soft bridge between her vagina and anus, then went down, a moth rustling along the silky skin of the inner surface of her thighs. We got to a supple, carefully shaved and therefore velvety pubis. And from there they reached the end point of their route, the most delicate and sensitive part of the girl’s body. Nastya was in a severe stupor. She was ready for terrible jerks and points, the torture of her flesh, and in return she got this…
For three long years now, only she had touched this part of her body. And before that, Masha gave her so much joy with her games with her crotch… And now, now, in this setting…
Meanwhile, Jessem was caressing her clit with three fingers. He placed two fingers, the index finger and the ring finger, on both sides of the mound, making careful circular massage movements with them, and gently hovered over the clitoris with the middle one, touching and stroking the bump with the pad of his finger. With his other hand, he caressed her white thighs, ass, and lower back. At first, it was dry between the legs of the white woman and he even had to lick his fingers for lubrication, but gradually it became wetter and wetter. Jess deliberately started with very slow finger movements, now he has accelerated their course…
Nastya tried to concentrate, to detach herself from what was happening, as she had once been taught. But I couldn’t figure out what to let go of. God, she dreamed so much, caressing herself in the evenings, that one day someone would do to her what sweet Masha did a few years ago… And now, this pumped-up black man, in this smelly bungalow… The girl herself did not expect that a moan would come out of her chest, the moan of a female being fucked by a male. She bit her lips, cursing herself for being weak, and not going to repeat the mistake.
Jessem grinned contentedly and began to manipulate between her legs even more actively. He was now caressing her delicate clitoris with only one ring finger, and his thumb began to plunge into her vagina. He thought she would wave at him, but the white chick hadn’t given up yet.
Tough bitch, thought Jessam. But the white girl could not control her discharge and became increasingly wet. Jessem was making circular movements with his thumb inside. The nameless one was tormenting the lump of flesh with various neat movements. He felt that the girl was struggling with herself with the last of her strength.