A Shoulder to Lean On (M/F) - Part I | 2016

Another true story.

When I finished college, I was fortunate to receive a position with a successful oil and gas company. After a short time at the company’s headquarters, I was offered the opportunity to take a position in the field in the former Soviet Union.

Believe you me, it was not due to my outstanding grades or credentials that I was given this chance. My grandparents were from Russia and I grew up in a Russian-speaking household. In addition, I minored in Russian language in college. My language ability was the reason I had been selected to fill this position…and I was okay with that.

Being single and looking to make a career for myself I jumped at the opportunity to move abroad and start making my mark.

When I first arrived at my new job I was disappointed that my boss was not there. He was on vacation with his wife and kids in the Maldives and would not be back for a couple of weeks. The rest of the staff got me settled in, and things were looking pretty good.

I had my own two-bedroom apartment, complete with housekeeper provided by the company. I was a short taxi ride from downtown where my office was located, as well as all the shopping and entertainment venues.

For the first few weeks I was nose to the grindstone, trying to absorb as much of the job as possible. I went out to dinner several times with other colleagues, but took things easy and did not burn the midnight oil.

Everything changed when the boss got back.

The first time I met Marco I was not sure that things were going to go well.

My boss was a really handsome Latino guy who looked like some kind of Mexican soap opera star. This dude was slick; wore thousand dollar suits, had jet-black, wind tunneled tested hair that must have taken an hour to style each morning. Think about a much shorter Cristiano Ronaldo.

Now, I don’t consider myself to be some kind of slouch, but I am what I am. An average looking guy from the northeast. Your typical white suburban dude with Slavic roots. I felt pretty intimidated and was unsure as to how we would get along.

But my worries were quickly put aside when we had our first meeting. Marco was one of the most down-to-earth people I had ever met and he made me feel comfortable from the get go.

It was a Friday, and Marco invited me to dinner that evening and told me to be prepared for it to be a late working night, but to dress casual.

When I got home from work I had a light snack, showered, and put on a pair of jeans and a button down shirt and waited for Marco to pick me up.

At around 8:00 pm that evening I saw a car pull up to my building and exited to find a jet black, late model BMW sedan waiting for me. I got in the back next to Marco and the driver took off for the restaurant.

We feasted on some thick, bloody steaks and had several martinis while Marco filled me in on what I would be doing for the company. After dinner we got back into the chauffer driven Beamer and were off to our next destination, the Kit Kat Klub.

We jumped out of the car and were ushered into the club by a host who showed us to seats in what I assumed was the VIP section, as it was elevated and cordoned off with purple velvet ropes and gleaming gold stanchions.

As we settled in to our seats Marco rattled off a drink order to the waitress, turned and asked me what I thought about the place.

Now, I have never been a real strip club kind of guy. I mean, I have been to my fair share with friends for bachelor parties and guys nights out. But I never really frequented them on a regular basis. Hell, I was a poor college student for most of my still quite short adult life, and I am sure that most strippers had a lot more money to their names than I did.

However, I have to admit, this place was the bomb. It was a huge room with three parallel stages jutting out into the main seating area with poles at the end of each stage. All of the seating consisted of plush couches, many of which were presently occupied by guys being molested by gorgeous women in all states of undress. From where we were seated we had a clear view of all the stages, but also some privacy from the view of those seated below.

I turned to Marco and said nonchalantly, “not too shabby.”

Marco chuckled and raised his drink in toast and said, “Here is to wives and girlfriends, let us pray they never meet.”

Before we had a chance to tip back our glasses a shadow came over our table and I looked up to see a raven-haired goddess standing before us.

Forget the waist-length, straight jet-black hair. Forget the black-sequined evening gown slit to the hip. Forget the magnificent breasts pushed up by Victoria and her secrets, on the verge of spilling over her bodice. What I will never forget are her almond shaped, sea-green eyes that seemed to bore right into my soul. She had a Persian look about her, and definitely did not look like any Russian girl I had ever seen.

Before I had a chance to catch my breath she sat down in Marco’s lap and gave him a passionate kiss. The two of them carried on sucking face for a few moments before turning their attention towards me.

Marco introduced us. “Michael, this is Afisa. Afisa this is my new colleague Michael.”

Afisa extended a perfectly manicured had to me. I took it gently in mine and said, “nice to meet you Afisa.”

She replied in Russian, “it is nice to finally meet you Misha.” It was all I could do to break my psychotic gaze from her eyes, and that is when I saw her plump lips, a deep burgundy color like fallen rose petals.

I immediately felt a stirring in my pants and as I attempted to regain my composure, I was socked with another blow to my senses, as girl jumped into my lap and began to kiss me passionately on the mouth.

When she finally came up for air, I was treated to the sight of a redhead with pale white skin and full breasts bursting from her short cocktail dress straddling me on the couch. She spat out in spitfire Russian, “Misha, oh Misha, you have finally come to take me away.”

Needless to say, I was in total shock. What the fuck is going on here, I thought to myself?

Apparently Marco and the two girls had set me up, and I realized this only after the three of them started laughing uncontrollably.

After they stopped their hooting and hollering, I was introduced to Layla who informed me that, “I have waited my entire life to meet you.” This of course got a good laugh from the three of them again.

Marco finally took pity on me and quietly explained that Afisa was his girl and that he had told her of my arrival. Apparently, Asifa thought that I would like her best friend Layla, and the three of them had set this little play into motion for my benefit. As surprised as I was, I definitely was not complaining.

Our foursome proceeded to down several bottles of champagne, and the girls fawned and crawled all over us like we were the most comfortable new furniture in the place. Never once did they leave our sides to dance, and I was smitten with the attention from Layla to say the least.

She purred into my ear like a sexy little kitty and stroked my thigh constantly, making me as hard as a rock.

After two hours of sensual attention and way too many drinks, the girls excused themselves and disappeared from sight.

I asked Marco with all of the composure that I could muster, “what the fuck is going on man?” The question that had been on my mind throughout this incredible experience.

He just smiled back at me and said, “let’s take this party back to my place.”

I just nodded and said, “okay.” But I had no idea what the hell was happening. I knew that Marco had just arrived back in town with his family the day before and could not imagine how we were going to continue “this party” back at his place.

A few minutes later Afisa and Layla returned, dressed in street clothes which consisted of super tight jeans and form-fitting tees.

Marco signed for our bill, and out the door we went, two couples, arm-in-arm.

This is when I got my next shock of the evening!

As we exited the club, I realized that I had drunk too much and that the majority of my blood had gone from my brain to my cock. I was seeing double.

Instead of one BMW sedan, I saw two identical cars, with drivers standing at attention at the back doors.

My confusion caused me to slow my pace, but Layla was having none of it and pulled me forward towards one of the waiting vehicles, and all I remember hearing before entering the car was Marco saying, “see you soon, have fun!”

Layla leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “we have to be quick, Marco lives close to here.”

With no further hesitation Layla unzipped my jeans, pried my stiff cock out of my pants and proceeded to take my full length into her mouth. I glanced up towards the rear-view mirror, but the driver was paying no attention to us.

Layla took me in her mouth fully and then began licking my balls with my shaft down her throat. It was pure bliss.

She then began a slow but steady motion up and down, taking me down to my balls and then back up to the tip, before plunging down again. I didn’t last very long, what with the slurping and humming coming from Layla’s talented mouth. Before long I exploded in her and she drained every drop of my cum before coming back up for air and planting a salty kiss on my mouth.

Layla then said, “just in time,” and the car stopped outside of a modern apartment building. She helped me put myself together and we exited the car to see Marco and Afisa waiting for us on the sidewalk.

Afisa just smiled at me, but Marco put his arm around my shoulder and said in my ear, “welcome to the club brother, lets get this party started.”

We took the elevator up to the sixth floor and exited into a narrow hallway and then into an apartment.

It was obvious that this was not Marco’s home, as it was empty of people, and set up like a bachelor pad. Sparse furniture in the living room, and nothing on the tables or walls connecting it to Marco. No family photos or kids’ drawings. I was starting to get the picture. Ok, call me slow, but hey, I just got a blowjob from a super hot girl and my drunken mind was a little slow on the uptake.

Marco went to the kitchen and grabbed another bottle of champagne from the fridge and poured four glasses.

Marco and Afisa took one couch, and me and Layla the other and we sipped our drinks and chatted about nothing in particular.

After what seemed like just a few minutes, Afisa grabbed Marco by the hand and led him down a hallway, which I assumed led to the bedrooms.

Layla and I finished our drinks and she took my hand and led me in the same direction, into another room.

Layla and I entered a bedroom furnished with a good-sized bed, chest of drawers, and two nightstands; nothing else.

She pushed me down on the bed and I sat on the edge looking up into her eyes…or maybe it was her tits.
Layla quickly shimmied out of her skin-tight dress and stood before me in sequined panties and fuck-me heels, and nothing more.

I grabbed her and pulled her towards me and then proceeded to tongue her sexy pierced bellybutton as I kneaded her firm but ample ass cheeks.

Layla pulled my shirt up over my head and leaned into me, kissing and sucking my nipples as she pushed me onto my back on the bed.

She eventually worked her way down to my waistband and undid my jeans and pulled them and my boxers off after prying my shoes from my curled feet.

My cock sprang up to attention and Layla quickly deposited it in her mouth and started to give me another incredible blowjob.

But this time I had a little more self-control than in the car, and though rock hard, I sat up and took Layla around the waist and tossed her onto the bed on her back

I immediately went to work with my tongue over, around, and inside of her panties; lapping up her flowing juices and flicking her clit over and over again.

I pulled her panties slowly over her hips and then down her long, supple legs until they were deposited on the floor.

I went back to work on her pussy, and before long had her moaning and squirming all over the bed.

As I ravaged her soaked pussy with my tongue, I tweaked her stiff nipples between my fingers and her body responded with mild convulsions and labored breathing.

Before long, I felt her shaking in a powerful orgasm and she ended my oral pleasuring by clamping her quivering thighs around my ears, almost crushing my skull.

I disengaged my mouth from her soaked pussy and climbed my way up her body until our noses were together and my stiff prick was at the entrance to her slick lower lips.

I gently lowered my hips to hers, guiding my dick into her folds in one smooth stroke. She took all of me into her and let loose a throaty groan expressing her immense pleasure.

I began a steady rhythm in and out, whilst locking out my arms and staring down onto her eyes which had rolled back into her head in pure ecstasy.

I increased my pace and when I felt that I could last no longer I pulled out of Layla and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Layla started to get onto her knees to take me doggy, but I was having none of it.

By far, my favorite position it prone, and I pushed her back down, flat on her belly, and straddled her with my knees on the outside of hers.

I then positioned my glistening hard cock between her ass cheeks and pushed forward until I met the entrance to her well-lubricated pussy.

Once inside, I pushed all of my weight against her gorgeous ass and began humping into her for all I was worth.

I grabbed her ample breasts from below and squeezed them gently as I pushed myself deeper into her.

I felt her ass move forward with each deep thrust and heard her moan louder as I picked up my pace.

She bent her knees and I could feel her heels actually hitting my ass every time I pushed forward, encouraging me to slam deeper.

The bed was banging against the wall at this point, and although I felt a little self-conscious, I kept banging away for all I was worth and eventually deposited my creamy seed deem inside her pussy before collapsing on her back and sucking hard on her neck; surely leaving a hickey.

After a brief cleanup, Layla and I fell asleep in each other’s arms, with me wondering what the next day would bring when face-to-face with my boss Marco.

I was awakened the next morning by Marco yelling at me to get up because he had to get home.

My alcohol soaked braid struggled to understand what he meant, but by the time he dropped me off at my apartment I understood that he had a home and a “home away from home.”

Once in my apartment, I crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep thinking about Layla? No, I just could not get Afisa out of my mind, and she dominated my dreams for this day.

Stay tuned for Part II.