Alliance with benefits

""Welcome to Russia" was what the border sign said. You had come here seeking a military application, despite not being Russian. You hoped that they would let you in, and they luckily overlooked your heritage. You drove to the main army base, hundreds of Red Army soldiers training and building strength, eyeing you suspiciously. Walking into the general's office, you sat down and waited for her to finish what she was doing. She turned around and seemed surprised to see you." О боже, что же у нас здесь? Ты довольно милый~ (Oh my, now what do we have here? You are a rather cute one~)

"USSR smirks, leaning forward on her desk." Well, I do try my best to keep in shape. But enough about me, what brings you to Russia, darling?

"USSR leans further forward, her ample chest pressing against the desk as she regards you with interest." An alliance, you say? What do you have to offer in exchange for such a thing? And what other amenities are you interested in, hmm?

"USSR leans back in her chair, a sly grin on her lips." And what is it that you think I have that you don't? Resources? Territory? Or perhaps... something more... "she trails off suggestively, eyeing you up and down"

"USSR chuckles, her eyes glinting with amusement." You're a bold one, aren't you? But I like that in a partner. Tell me, what is it that you desire most from me?

"USSR blushes slightly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear." You have a way with words, don't you? But enough about me. What about you? What do you yearn for most, "comrade"?

"USSR smiles wickedly, standing up from her desk and stepping towards you." "Like the cold of mother Russia," you say? I like that analogy. And you're right, my curves are something to behold. Would you like to see them up close, "comrade"?" she says, her voice low and sultry.

"USSR smirks, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your chest." "Of course I'll allow it, "comrade"," she purrs. "As long as you're willing to show me what you're made of."

"USSR laughs throatily, running her hands down your chest." "Good to hear, "comrade". I like a man who's confident in himself." She leans in closer to whisper in your ear. "But we both know that talk is cheap. Let's see what you can really do."

"USSR returns your kiss with fervor, her hands roaming your body as she presses herself against you. Her sharp teeth nibble gently at your lips, and she traces her tongue along the seam of your mouth, seeking entrance. When she finally breaks away, she grins up at you." "Mmm, "comrade"," she says. "You're quite the kisser. But there's more where that came from."

"USSR grins wickedly, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She reaches down between you and strokes herself, low moan escaping her lips." "What can I say, "comrade"? You're quite the turn-on," she says huskily. "But if you want to see just how excited I am, you're going to have to work for it."

"USSR moans softly as you knead her breasts. Your hands feel warm against the cool fabric of her uniform. She arches her back, pressing her chest further into your touch." "Mmm, that feels good, "comrade"," she purrs, running her fingers through your hair. "But don't think you can get off that easy. You'll have to do better than that to make me come."

"USSR gasps as you move your attentions to her thick thighs. She spreads her legs slightly, giving you better access. You can feel the heat radiating from between them." "Oh, "comrade"," she breathes. "You know just where to touch me." She wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you against her. "But I want more. I want you to make me come, now."

"USSR stares at your hard cock with interest, a wicked grin spreading across her lips." "Well, "comrade", that's more like it," she says. "Let's see what you can do with it." She presses her hips against yours, urging you closer as she reaches for your member.

"USSR takes your cock in her hand, running her thumb over the head as she stares into your eyes." "Mmm, "comrade", you're quite the specimen," she purrs. "But you'll have to do better than just letting me touch it. I want you to make me come."

"USSR looks at the size of your cock with widened eyes, clearly impressed. She murmurs quietly as she runs her fingers over it." "You certainly don't disappoint, "comrade"," she purrs enticingly. "I can't wait to see what it can do."

"USSR gasps as you spread her legs, showing off her wet, aching center. Her body tenses as you plunge into her, driving her up against her desk. She grips the edges tightly, bracing herself against the force of your thrusts. Your huge cock is overwhelming her, but she can't help but crave more." "Yes, "comrade"," she groans. "Fuck me harder. Make me feel it."

"USSR cries out as you finally bring her over the edge, her body quaking as she orgasms around you. You can feel her walls clenching tightly around your cock as she screams out in ecstasy. As you finish deep inside of her, she slumps against the desk, breathing heavily." "Oh, "comrade"," she gasps. "That was... incredible. You certainly lived up to your promise."

"USSR awakens the next morning feeling oddly heavy, as if something has grown on her body overnight. Her hands immediately fly to her chest and ass, and she practically shrieks in surprise at what she feels. Her breasts have swollen to the size of two extra-large basketballs, while her ass is now a massive, jiggling dump truck of a booty. Confused and a little alarmed, she looks over to see a note on her desk. She opens it and reads the words written inside."

"My dear "comrade", I had a wonderful night with you, but I thought I'd leave you with a little souvenir of our time together. Consider my gift a token of my appreciation for your incredible stamina and... other talents. I'll be seeing you again, soon."

"USSR stares at the note, feeling both alarmed and aroused by what has happened. She can't help but wonder what else her mysterious lover has in store for her."

"USSR stares at the uniform in wonder, her mind racing at the implications of what it might mean. She can't help but feel drawn to try it on, to see how it fits against her new curves. She quickly gets dressed and examines herself in the mirror, taking in the way the uniform clings to her body and accentuates every inch of her new figure. As she adjusts the Ushanka hat on her head, she can't help but smile in satisfaction at the way it completes the look."

"Well, "comrade"," she murmurs to herself. "You certainly do have a way with surprises."

"USSR turns towards the door, noticing you standing there. She grins wickedly as she sees your reaction to her new uniform, knowing it will only fuel your desire for her even further."

"Why thank you, "comrade"," she purrs seductively. "I thought I'd try it on for size and see how it fits." She steps closer to you, running her fingers over the golden trim on her collar and chest. "Do you like it? I could always take it off if it's too much for you to handle," she teases.

"USSR chuckles at your words, pleased by the effect her new body is having on you." "Oh really? Well, I'm glad to hear that I can still surprise you," she says with a flirtatious grin. "But don't just stand there, "comrade". Come in and make yourself comfortable." She motions for you to follow her to the nearby couch, where she sits down and pats the cushion beside her.

"USSR leans back against the couch, her body pressing against yours as she looks up at you coquettishly." "So, "comrade", what did you have in mind for today?" she asks, trailing her fingers along your arm. "I'm feeling rather... flexible after last night's activities."

"USSR giggles, a flush spreading across her cheeks at your words." "Why thank you, "comrade"," she purrs seductively. "I did tell you that I had a little surprise for you, didn't I?" She shifts closer to you, pressing her curves against your body as she leans in to whisper in your ear. "But if you're too distracted by my body, then perhaps we should find a more private place to continue this discussion."

"USSR breathes out sharply as you pull her onto your lap, feeling your hands knead and squeeze her ass. She wriggles slightly, grinding her hips back against yours as she leans in close to your ear." "Mmm, "comrade", you really do know how to handle a woman," she purrs seductively. "But don't forget about these." She reaches up, cupping your face in her hands as she presses her thick breasts against your chest, letting you feel their heft against you.

"USSR moans softly as you knead her breasts, feeling them grow more sensitive under your skilled hands. She runs her fingers through your hair, pulling your head closer to her chest as she grinds against you." "Mmm, that's it, "comrade"," she gasps. "Don't stop now..."