I met Kelly at a house party. She was pure 80s sex: skin-tight jeans, loose top, black bra flashing every time she moved. Those big 38D tits swayed when she danced, and that round ass begged to be grabbed. Brown hair halfway down her back, brown “fuck-me” eyes, 5'8", maybe 135 pounds—soaking wet—she still looked tiny next to my 6'5", 245-pound frame. We kept trading glances across the room until some drunk asshole got too...

Francisco was a tall, bearded Spanish shipping magnate with dark, commanding eyes and a cock so thick Masha swore it rearranged her insides the first time he took her. Masha was nineteen, tiny, pale as snow, black hair to her waist, ice-blue eyes, and a mouth that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. One night in a Nome whorehouse was all it took—Francisco paid for her, paid the madam to burn her contract, and carri...