[M/F] White nights in Moscow [LONG] | 2016

So last week I found myself in Moscow somewhat unexpectedly and was enjoying a private concert with a famous Ukranian singer named Anna Sedokova at a private table in the top floor of Soho Rooms, nightclub of Russian oligarchs and the beautiful Russian women who seek their company. The room was packed with 9s and 10s, including the two who joined the playboy in our group who invited me and a few others to join them at a table near the stage. Another friend--who we’ll call Ric--could almost pass for an oligarch himself except he spoke no Russian. Anna had top notch musicians backing her and put on an epic performance that blew away anything I had ever seen in the states, and in this intimate setting she was pulling some of the audience on stage from time to time (I even found myself there briefly, and I’m a horribly self-conscious dancer but was completely enchanted at the time).

So at one point, Anna introduces another woman to the stage, greeting her with a passionate kiss, which suggested they were more than friends. This girl immediately takes off her jacket and started into the most erotic dance routine I’ve seen in ages, running her fingers slowly down her jeans, bending over and swaying in a way that felt even hotter with her clothes on than the scantily-clad dancers that had preceded Anna on the stage. The music itself was incredibly hot even though I didn’t understand a word, and Anna’s partner was perfecly in sync, dropping to the ground near the end with a series of pelvic thrusts that perfectly matched the beat, getting everyone in the mood.

June in Moscow means “white nights” where the sun starts coming up between 2 and 3 am, so it was already getting light outside as the performance wrapped around 4. Ric grabs me and two other friends to check out the gentleman’s club next door, and after a complicated ritual to get past the doormen (fortunately Ric had met the owner and was able to name-drop, we eventually get inside and sort out the cover charge. Inside, all the girls bartending were topless, and there was a performer in the center round stage and one or two at a time in the stage at the back or in a cage behind the bar. Semi-private rooms surrounded the main floor and we could make out an even more-private balcony above. Girls wearing only a G-string (and later, nothing but a tiny garter around their thigh for banknotes) would come around periodically, but as hot as these girls were (and there were definitely some 9s or better), we weren’t feeling the same energy we felt in the nightclub.

Ric disappeared for awhile, and while the rest of us talked, girls began to approach and engage with us and it quickly became clear that the rules were very different indeed in Russia. Not only would the girls come up close and lean in to press or brush up against us, but they would directly encourage us to touch them! Most of these girls would quickly determine we weren’t ready to go further with them, but one who spoke decent English came in close and explained to me all the things she was willing to do and mentioned their private “sex rooms” that could be ours for 60,000 rubles (about $90), which certainly got my mind racing. I was still wondering where Ric was so I told her to stop by again later and we’d talk more about it.

A few more girls stop by to engage with my friends, when I take sudden notice of a girl moving in close to greet me Russian-style. She’s very sensual and slight in a way that the other girls were not, and I’m caught off balance momentarily as I look into her eyes. Her fingers flow lightly down my shirt and down the crotch of my jeans as I feel a sudden calm spill over me like an emotional release, and I hear myself whispering into her ear that I’d like to spend some time with her in a private room, still not sure myself exactly how far I plan to take this and surprising my friends who nearly left with me earlier when Ric’s entry to this club started to get complicated. I still don’t know this girl’s name but we’ll call her Alisa. She proceeds to tell me that she’ll need 10 minutes at which time I should meet her on the upstairs balcony.

Ric reappears and is surprised to learn I’ve made arrangements with Alisa before he’s even had a chance to drop a single bill from of his stack of heavily wrinkled 100 ruble bills into a garter, and before I know it I’m climbing the stairs with a nervous anticipation about what’s about to go down. On the balcony there are rows of long, black leather sofas and not long after I sink down into one, I see a Alisa emerge from the darkness wearing bleached jeans and and a white, frilly blouse that makes her look even cuter. She reaches out with her hands with the same intimacy as if she had been my girlfriend for some time, and guides me to the corner where she pulls back a curtain and enters a code which unlocks the door with a click as we slip out the back into a hallway that leads across the alleyway to a bridge covered with curtains connecting to an adjacent building. We enter their private hotel lobby which is only accessible from that bridge, I pay for the room and Alisa takes the key and leads me by the hand down a narrow, hallway with rooms in every direction and muffled noises behind the doors.

As pass an open door I see the rooms have a bathroom with a large shower and king-sized beds with lots of pillows. A crew of Asian maids in black and white French Maid outfits shuffles down the hall toward the open room as we pass by, and I realize they have been cleaning each room many times a night. We turn the corner and find our room, and it’s huge, with a red, French courtier-themed decor throughout. Alisa takes off my sport jacket, hangs it up, and suggests that I shower first before she does the same. I peel off my sweat-soaked jeans and hop in. As I come back into the room still drying myself, I see she’s made herself comfortable on the couch wearing only a bra and panties. She doesn’t take long to shower and as she steps out of the shower, I wrap a towel around her which sends an appreciative glance my way as we walk into the bedroom again. I notice she’s moved the comforter off the bed and we embrace with a much more intimate kiss than I was expecting to receive from her as we let our towels drop to the floor.

Alisa is even more slender than I remembered from my first impressions on the club floor, and as she guides me to the bed she directs my glance upward to the glass ceiling that I hadn’t noticed earlier. Our bodies already entangled, she begins immediately to go down on me and I relax and take in the view of her perfectly-rounded ass and breasts. Suddenly I have the overwhelming desire to eat this slender girl out and she does not resist as I roll her over softly. I pause to suck briefly on the erect nipples of her modest breasts as I work my way downward. Her pussy is bare and elegant and after a moment I slide a pillow under her hips to get a better taste (and view). As I go down on her, I can feel the tiny muscles above her hips and across her lower belly tense involuntarily as I suck through my hands as grip the folds of her smooth, soft skin where her hips and legs meet. Alisa begins moaning softly as I tease her with hot breath and alternating between deep mouthfulls of the folds of her soft tissues and an exploration with my tongue of her juices. Her flavor is very slight and soft, and the shape of her folds enchants me as I lean back to take in the view, prompting her to thrust upward toward me once again.

As I bury my mouth again into her, I allow my fingers to glide acoss her perfectly flat stomach to meet her breasts, which she has been slowly massaging. I knead them harder as I plunge deeper and deeper into her wetness, I bring her to a noisy climax accompanied by trembling and a taut stomach before we relax for a moment to take in the accompanying rush of endorphins. I really get a rush out of making Alisa come and she returns my kiss hungrily as I lay down across her soft, supple body.

Sensing it’s time for the main act, Alisa reaches over to grab a set of condoms she had placed on the nightstand, and hands one to me. I hadn’t fully decided yet if I wanted to penetrate her until that moment, but as I look down at her beautifully shaped femininity in repose, I feel a new desire to explore her more deeply. We try a few positions as I learn her sensitive spots, she reciprocates my motions as I let my hands explore her sides and cup her breasts, turning her over and then letting her edge me closer orally while I reach down her backside to explore her pussy while she kneels with it exposed behind her.

I can’t explain why, but I had another urge to make her cum orally (I now think I may have an oral fetish), so I lay Alisa back again and hungrily hit all the right spots again until she had completely lost control. Her pussy is so wet now as I rub my dick against her clit and start plunging in again, this time with her legs up against my chest, until she pulls them back even closer while I pummel her deeper and deeper until I feel the condom start slipping. I’m sure she can feel it too but is so into the rhythm now that she doesn’t hesitate and pulls me close as I climax, exhausted and drenched with sweat, which she gently towels off me as she looks down at me with a wry grin and shares a few personal stories before I head back to rejoin my friends.

Fast forward a few days and I’ve just flown into Paris after my Moscow trip and I can’t get my mind off how much I enjoyed getting Alisa off orally. I loved everything about it, and I’m so obsessed with the experience I’m thinking of dropping something into craigslist when I head back to London for a few days to satisfy this newly-discovered fellatio fetish. It’s almost like I don’t even need the penetrative sex if I can make a beautiful girl get off. Will post more if I get the nerve up to go through with it ;-)