A Well Lived Life 2 Book 2 StephieChapter 7 A Visit to Moscow
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Our recent Business trip to Moscow and Eastern Europe found us staying at the Hotel Metropol in the heart of Moscow, just down the street from the Bolshoi theatre and surrounded by history. We were staying there for a few weeks and James and I quickly became friends with the Hotel manager Vladimir and his gorgeous young wife Natalya. Their relationship was similar to James and I because Natalya was much younger than him but there was an even bigger difference in age than ours. James made a lot of arrangements through the Hotel for our work and Vladimir suggested that we use his cousins Limo service as it would be the safest way to get around. He went on to explain that Boris, who by the way was a very large strong Russian man, is highly respected and well connected so no one would dare interfere if he was with us. This arrangement worked out wonderfully so while James was working, Boris would drive Natalya and I around shopping and I began to get to know both of them quite well.
Natalya was quite open and not shy at all as she told me in graphic detail how she met her husband and what Vladimir expected from there sex life. It turned out that we both enjoyed older men and expected them to treat us like naughty young ladies, we both went out of our way to earn spankings from our husbands and they in turn want nothing more than to turn us over their knees to thrash us. It was refreshing to have someone that I could confide in as we told each other all our dirty sexual secrets. I realized that Boris was listening to everything we said as we drove around but Natalya said not to worry, he was not naive about her fetishes and my secrets were safe with him. She told me that Boris is well known to many naughty young ladies who yearn to get their pretty bottoms welted and pussy’s reamed by an expert. As she explained his talents I was looking at him and our eyes met in the rear view mirror of the automobile making my pussy juices start to flow. Little did I know that while Natalya was confiding in me, Vladimir and James were also sharing similar information about us that would inevitably result in me getting a very sore, red, welted bottom. I told her the history of my spanking fetish and how James disciplines me on a regular basis plus how we use role playing to enhance the punishments. Natalya leaned over the front seat and asked Boris if he would enjoy spanking me, looking at me and smiling he was quick to respond saying Jennifer has a much fuller rounder bottom that would be a pleasure to punish. I asked Boris if he knew of any live spanking or BDSM clubs saying how exciting it would be to attend one. Boris did know of one excellent private club and would make arrangements for us to attend that same evening.
I assumed that both our husbands would accompany us to the club but they decided that us girls with Boris as a chaperone would have a better time. Natalya had some business to take care of and said that she would meet me at the club and Boris would take me, she also laid out a dress for me to wear. The dress she wanted me to wear was skin tight and made of a thin semi transparent material, I also had to keep pulling it down just to cover my naked bottom. The dress fit so snugly that you could not wear anything under it because it would ruin the look. I am sure Boris almost had a coronary when I stepped out of the elevator and into the Hotel lobby. He gently took my arm and lead me out to the waiting Limo and as I bent over to get in the dress slipped up my bottom giving him a good look up between my legs. I sat in the front seat with Boris as we drove to the club. He broke the tension by complimenting me on my choice of attire saying that all the ladies would be envious and all the men would be, he stopped like he was looking for the right word then said well the men will just be men. That made me laugh and then Boris added that even though I was dressed so provocatively I need not worry about my safety, as long as he was with us no one would dare do anything. It was a fairly long drive which gave Boris and I a lot of one on one time to get to know each other better. After quite a bit of small talk about Natalya and my relationships he asked me if I would tell him my biggest fantasy. I turned sideways to give him a better view of my legs and moist pussy which he instantly took advantage of and began telling him of my deep seated desire to have a genuine punishment and orgasm in a public place with a lot of strangers watching me. Boris looked me up and down not saying a word then finally said that would be one thing he would like to see more than anything in the world adding that such a lovely seductive creature like myself should be on display for all to see.
Natalya met us at the Club and before I could see what was going on, my ears were met by the sound of a cane striking soft bare flesh and the sobbing of a young female being whipped. The erotic atmosphere caused the slippery lubricating juices of my pussy to begin to run and I was sure some was starting to drip down the inside of my thigh. Boris led us to an excellent table that had been reserved for us and all heads turned to watch and stare as we took our seats. I was told by Boris that the little towel that was neatly folded in front of me had two purposes; it was to sit on to keep my bare bottom clean from the chair and would absorb the fluids from my already dripping sex. Yes Boris said, he had noticed that my arousal was already noticeable then smiled and patted me on my bottom. Well he was right as the evening wore on and watching young women and men getting the whippings of their lives was causing me to literately soak the little towel. I looked around at the other patrons of the Club, all looked like they were wealthy and I noticed most of them had one hand under the table and were obviously masturbating from the highly charged sexual displays on stage. I noticed Boris had to adjust his massive hard erection every once in a while and smiling at him I asked if he was uncomfortable and suggested that I would gladly let him escort me up on to the stage. He whispered into my ear that nothing would give him more pleasure than to whip and ravish a young vixen like me but he did not have permission from James or Vladimir so I was off limits, unfortunately he added. That’s too bad I said as I smiled at him, he took a deep breath as he gazed down at my moist thighs noticing me visibly rubbing and squeezing them together in a desperate unsuccessful attempt to masturbate. The sexual tension between us was electric, coupled with the sights and sounds of whips and crying, it was all poor Boris could do to contain himself and not take me right then and there.
The evening came to a close and all the patrons began to leave, as we made our way out to the Limo I was so wet and horny that I flopped down into the back seat with my legs wide apart, my dress up around my waist and my fingers furiously bringing me off. Natalya knelt down in between my legs and took over, licking and slurping my slippery dripping pussy until I had a monstrous orgasm. She then climbed up onto my face so I could return the favour; it had been a long time since I had pussy to eat so I devoured her like a ravenous b**st as she ground her sex into my mouth. Back and forth we went, eating each other then kissing each other to taste ourselves on the others mouth. It got so heated and wild in the back seat that Boris had trouble concentrating on his driving, at one point he pulled over because he actually cums in his pants from all the excitement. He looks back at us with a mixture of exasperation and lust saying he will make us both pay for this, I am not sure what he means but Natalya knows all too well what she is in for. Since Boris no longer had to worry about his erection interfering with his driving we continued on our way, Natalya and I cuddled and kissed for the rest of the ride back to the Hotel.
Our husbands were waiting for us in the lobby of the Hotel as we walked in, both had big lustful smiles on their faces as our aroused condition was more than obvious to them. Natalya then confided in me that Boris keeps Vladimir informed of everything we say and do. I first thought that James would be angry with me for being so flirty with Boris and having sex with Natalya but he was quick to put my fears to rest saying he felt I needed to let loose like before we met and he knew how much I had missed the taste of a sweet pussy. I kissed Natalya goodnight and then wet over and kissed Boris too, I thanked him for being so understanding and for being such a gentleman in spite of my naughty behaviour. With that James and I retired to our hotel room to get cleaned up and off to bed. We talked at length about what happened at the club and the ride home, he was fascinated with every detail as I told him how much I had enjoyed myself. After I had satisfied all his queries we retired to bed and I quickly drifted off to dream land. James just cuddled in behind me knowing that I was spent and done for the night.
I awoke late having a very sound sleep and noticed James was gone but on the night stand was an envelope, upon opening it this is what it said.
Good morning sweetheart, I have laid out an outfit for you on the dresser. Please take a nice bath put on your best perfume and wear this outfit down to the Lobby. Vladimir will give you another envelope with more instructions in it. Please do not question the contents and follow them to the letter. It was then signed, your Loving Husband James.
I did as he said and as I put on the outfit I began to get a little nervous. Now standing in front of the mirror was a very naughty looking school girl in a Tartan Skirt that was way too short, white knee socks, white blouse and flats. This was my punishment outfit and the two instruments that are used is either the cane or the strap, I was in for a real punishment that was for sure. I nervously took the elevator down to the Lobby and as I approached the desk all eyes were on me and I could hear people whispering. When Vladimir saw me he had a huge smile on his face, asked me if I had a restful night and then handed me the envelope from James. I noticed that there was a tall bar stool positioned in the middle of the Lobby and Boris was sitting reading the paper not far from it. With quivering fingers I opened the envelope and was stunned but also excited by the words inside, it basically said that I was to approach Boris ask for his forgiveness for last night and then sweetly ask him to punish me. Then I was instructed to remove my panties, hand them to Boris, walk over to the stool and bend right over with my bare bottom facing the main desk. I did as it said and after bending over the stool Boris approached simply saying that now he had been given permission to do as he pleased. He held in his hand a thick heavy leather strap that would soon set my naughty backside afire. Boris asked me to place my feet on the outsides of the stool legs, that way it would open up my thighs enough for him and everyone else to see my honey pot. He then whispered in my ear that mine is the prettiest bottom he ever had the pleasure to beat and with that he swung the first stroke. The resulting whacks made such a loud crack that people began emerging from the Dining hall to see what was going on and soon everyone including the staff was watching my public punishment. Boris had full intent on punishing me and I was soon crying openly from the searing burning pain of the strap. I held on tight to the stool as he belted me from the tops of my hips to the backs of my knees. There must have been over fifty people watching me now as the Lobby echoed my cries of pain and the steady loud smacking of the strap. Not a word was being said as everyone was watching intently and wondering how long he would whip me. I started to wail out loud and plead for Boris to stop as the pain was unbearable but he would have none of it and just kept smacking my swollen scarlet bottom and thighs. Boris knew me better than I did because he sensed the transition was approaching were my brain would begin converting the pain and humiliation into sexual lust. He had whipped a lot of young women and could tell just when they had reached that point and now he saw that I had reached mine. Instead of howls and wails of pain I was now emitting grunts and moans of my impending orgasm as my swollen aroused sex was dripping its thick slippery nectar. He made the next ten strokes as hard as he could, directed right at the tops of my thighs and across the middle of my puffy labia, triggering one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My love juices squirted from my pussy as he smacked my flaming bottom ten more final times and drove me into a long rolling orgasm that would not stop. My convulsions started to slow down and Boris had stopped whipping me but he moved around to my head and removing his trousers placed the head of his large erect penis up to my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to slide his massive organ in and down my throat, gagging me with every thrust. Boris would pull it out long enough for me to breathe then push it down my throat again. I was presenting quite the view to all the people watching, my spread legs showing my nectar of arousal dripping from my open pussy and surrounded by well whipped flesh while Boris fucked my throat. Boris could hold on no longer as his cock stiffened and launched a huge load of cum straight down my throat. He pulled back so just the tip of his thick cock was in my mouth as his balls kept contracting shooting more cum into my mouth and pouring out onto the floor. When Boris was finished and pulled away from me, the large crowd that had been completely silent finally erupted in tumultuous applause.
It took all the strength I could muster just to stand up, the intense event had made me dizzy and unsteady so Boris, being the gentleman he is, took me by the arm and lead me away back to my Hotel room, leaving the excited noisy crowd behind. Once we were alone inside the room I through my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately and thanking him for making a dream come true. He was visibly shaken by my passion for what he had just put me through then holding me close to him and cupping my hot swollen bottom he whispered into my ear that he never thought he would ever meet such a beautiful sensual cooperative and willing young woman. There was a knock at the door and in walked James, first he thanked Boris and shook his hand for all he had done for me and for making my fantasy a reality. Boris simply said it was the greatest pleasure of his life and would help us anytime we needed his assistance. Next through the door were Vladimir and Natalya, both of them aroused and filled with excitement saying that this would go down in the history books as the best thing to ever happen at the Hotel Metropol. James smiled at them all but said they needed to leave us because he had some unfinished business with me. He pointed me towards the bedroom, gave me a good hard slap on my sore bottom telling me to get ready for him. Vladimir, Natalya and Boris excused themselves as they locked the door behind them. Once we were alone I hugged James tight, squeezing him so he had trouble breathing. We stood there for a while as he stroked my long brown hair and the emotional release of the last couple of days made me start to cry. James tilted my face up to meet his and I could see he was confused, all I could say was I have never been so happy and felt so lucky to have such an understanding and wonderful husband like him.
This story is mostly true and about an actual business trip to Moscow, I will leave it to you to decide which is fantasy and which is not.
Hugs and Kisses, Jennifer.
Natalya was quite open and not shy at all as she told me in graphic detail how she met her husband and what Vladimir expected from there sex life. It turned out that we both enjoyed older men and expected them to treat us like naughty young ladies, we both went out of our way to earn spankings from our husbands and they in turn want nothing more than to turn us over their knees to thrash us. It was refreshing to have someone that I could confide in as we told each other all our dirty sexual secrets. I realized that Boris was listening to everything we said as we drove around but Natalya said not to worry, he was not naive about her fetishes and my secrets were safe with him. She told me that Boris is well known to many naughty young ladies who yearn to get their pretty bottoms welted and pussy’s reamed by an expert. As she explained his talents I was looking at him and our eyes met in the rear view mirror of the automobile making my pussy juices start to flow. Little did I know that while Natalya was confiding in me, Vladimir and James were also sharing similar information about us that would inevitably result in me getting a very sore, red, welted bottom. I told her the history of my spanking fetish and how James disciplines me on a regular basis plus how we use role playing to enhance the punishments. Natalya leaned over the front seat and asked Boris if he would enjoy spanking me, looking at me and smiling he was quick to respond saying Jennifer has a much fuller rounder bottom that would be a pleasure to punish. I asked Boris if he knew of any live spanking or BDSM clubs saying how exciting it would be to attend one. Boris did know of one excellent private club and would make arrangements for us to attend that same evening.
I assumed that both our husbands would accompany us to the club but they decided that us girls with Boris as a chaperone would have a better time. Natalya had some business to take care of and said that she would meet me at the club and Boris would take me, she also laid out a dress for me to wear. The dress she wanted me to wear was skin tight and made of a thin semi transparent material, I also had to keep pulling it down just to cover my naked bottom. The dress fit so snugly that you could not wear anything under it because it would ruin the look. I am sure Boris almost had a coronary when I stepped out of the elevator and into the Hotel lobby. He gently took my arm and lead me out to the waiting Limo and as I bent over to get in the dress slipped up my bottom giving him a good look up between my legs. I sat in the front seat with Boris as we drove to the club. He broke the tension by complimenting me on my choice of attire saying that all the ladies would be envious and all the men would be, he stopped like he was looking for the right word then said well the men will just be men. That made me laugh and then Boris added that even though I was dressed so provocatively I need not worry about my safety, as long as he was with us no one would dare do anything. It was a fairly long drive which gave Boris and I a lot of one on one time to get to know each other better. After quite a bit of small talk about Natalya and my relationships he asked me if I would tell him my biggest fantasy. I turned sideways to give him a better view of my legs and moist pussy which he instantly took advantage of and began telling him of my deep seated desire to have a genuine punishment and orgasm in a public place with a lot of strangers watching me. Boris looked me up and down not saying a word then finally said that would be one thing he would like to see more than anything in the world adding that such a lovely seductive creature like myself should be on display for all to see.
Natalya met us at the Club and before I could see what was going on, my ears were met by the sound of a cane striking soft bare flesh and the sobbing of a young female being whipped. The erotic atmosphere caused the slippery lubricating juices of my pussy to begin to run and I was sure some was starting to drip down the inside of my thigh. Boris led us to an excellent table that had been reserved for us and all heads turned to watch and stare as we took our seats. I was told by Boris that the little towel that was neatly folded in front of me had two purposes; it was to sit on to keep my bare bottom clean from the chair and would absorb the fluids from my already dripping sex. Yes Boris said, he had noticed that my arousal was already noticeable then smiled and patted me on my bottom. Well he was right as the evening wore on and watching young women and men getting the whippings of their lives was causing me to literately soak the little towel. I looked around at the other patrons of the Club, all looked like they were wealthy and I noticed most of them had one hand under the table and were obviously masturbating from the highly charged sexual displays on stage. I noticed Boris had to adjust his massive hard erection every once in a while and smiling at him I asked if he was uncomfortable and suggested that I would gladly let him escort me up on to the stage. He whispered into my ear that nothing would give him more pleasure than to whip and ravish a young vixen like me but he did not have permission from James or Vladimir so I was off limits, unfortunately he added. That’s too bad I said as I smiled at him, he took a deep breath as he gazed down at my moist thighs noticing me visibly rubbing and squeezing them together in a desperate unsuccessful attempt to masturbate. The sexual tension between us was electric, coupled with the sights and sounds of whips and crying, it was all poor Boris could do to contain himself and not take me right then and there.
The evening came to a close and all the patrons began to leave, as we made our way out to the Limo I was so wet and horny that I flopped down into the back seat with my legs wide apart, my dress up around my waist and my fingers furiously bringing me off. Natalya knelt down in between my legs and took over, licking and slurping my slippery dripping pussy until I had a monstrous orgasm. She then climbed up onto my face so I could return the favour; it had been a long time since I had pussy to eat so I devoured her like a ravenous b**st as she ground her sex into my mouth. Back and forth we went, eating each other then kissing each other to taste ourselves on the others mouth. It got so heated and wild in the back seat that Boris had trouble concentrating on his driving, at one point he pulled over because he actually cums in his pants from all the excitement. He looks back at us with a mixture of exasperation and lust saying he will make us both pay for this, I am not sure what he means but Natalya knows all too well what she is in for. Since Boris no longer had to worry about his erection interfering with his driving we continued on our way, Natalya and I cuddled and kissed for the rest of the ride back to the Hotel.
Our husbands were waiting for us in the lobby of the Hotel as we walked in, both had big lustful smiles on their faces as our aroused condition was more than obvious to them. Natalya then confided in me that Boris keeps Vladimir informed of everything we say and do. I first thought that James would be angry with me for being so flirty with Boris and having sex with Natalya but he was quick to put my fears to rest saying he felt I needed to let loose like before we met and he knew how much I had missed the taste of a sweet pussy. I kissed Natalya goodnight and then wet over and kissed Boris too, I thanked him for being so understanding and for being such a gentleman in spite of my naughty behaviour. With that James and I retired to our hotel room to get cleaned up and off to bed. We talked at length about what happened at the club and the ride home, he was fascinated with every detail as I told him how much I had enjoyed myself. After I had satisfied all his queries we retired to bed and I quickly drifted off to dream land. James just cuddled in behind me knowing that I was spent and done for the night.
I awoke late having a very sound sleep and noticed James was gone but on the night stand was an envelope, upon opening it this is what it said.
Good morning sweetheart, I have laid out an outfit for you on the dresser. Please take a nice bath put on your best perfume and wear this outfit down to the Lobby. Vladimir will give you another envelope with more instructions in it. Please do not question the contents and follow them to the letter. It was then signed, your Loving Husband James.
I did as he said and as I put on the outfit I began to get a little nervous. Now standing in front of the mirror was a very naughty looking school girl in a Tartan Skirt that was way too short, white knee socks, white blouse and flats. This was my punishment outfit and the two instruments that are used is either the cane or the strap, I was in for a real punishment that was for sure. I nervously took the elevator down to the Lobby and as I approached the desk all eyes were on me and I could hear people whispering. When Vladimir saw me he had a huge smile on his face, asked me if I had a restful night and then handed me the envelope from James. I noticed that there was a tall bar stool positioned in the middle of the Lobby and Boris was sitting reading the paper not far from it. With quivering fingers I opened the envelope and was stunned but also excited by the words inside, it basically said that I was to approach Boris ask for his forgiveness for last night and then sweetly ask him to punish me. Then I was instructed to remove my panties, hand them to Boris, walk over to the stool and bend right over with my bare bottom facing the main desk. I did as it said and after bending over the stool Boris approached simply saying that now he had been given permission to do as he pleased. He held in his hand a thick heavy leather strap that would soon set my naughty backside afire. Boris asked me to place my feet on the outsides of the stool legs, that way it would open up my thighs enough for him and everyone else to see my honey pot. He then whispered in my ear that mine is the prettiest bottom he ever had the pleasure to beat and with that he swung the first stroke. The resulting whacks made such a loud crack that people began emerging from the Dining hall to see what was going on and soon everyone including the staff was watching my public punishment. Boris had full intent on punishing me and I was soon crying openly from the searing burning pain of the strap. I held on tight to the stool as he belted me from the tops of my hips to the backs of my knees. There must have been over fifty people watching me now as the Lobby echoed my cries of pain and the steady loud smacking of the strap. Not a word was being said as everyone was watching intently and wondering how long he would whip me. I started to wail out loud and plead for Boris to stop as the pain was unbearable but he would have none of it and just kept smacking my swollen scarlet bottom and thighs. Boris knew me better than I did because he sensed the transition was approaching were my brain would begin converting the pain and humiliation into sexual lust. He had whipped a lot of young women and could tell just when they had reached that point and now he saw that I had reached mine. Instead of howls and wails of pain I was now emitting grunts and moans of my impending orgasm as my swollen aroused sex was dripping its thick slippery nectar. He made the next ten strokes as hard as he could, directed right at the tops of my thighs and across the middle of my puffy labia, triggering one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My love juices squirted from my pussy as he smacked my flaming bottom ten more final times and drove me into a long rolling orgasm that would not stop. My convulsions started to slow down and Boris had stopped whipping me but he moved around to my head and removing his trousers placed the head of his large erect penis up to my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth and allowed him to slide his massive organ in and down my throat, gagging me with every thrust. Boris would pull it out long enough for me to breathe then push it down my throat again. I was presenting quite the view to all the people watching, my spread legs showing my nectar of arousal dripping from my open pussy and surrounded by well whipped flesh while Boris fucked my throat. Boris could hold on no longer as his cock stiffened and launched a huge load of cum straight down my throat. He pulled back so just the tip of his thick cock was in my mouth as his balls kept contracting shooting more cum into my mouth and pouring out onto the floor. When Boris was finished and pulled away from me, the large crowd that had been completely silent finally erupted in tumultuous applause.
It took all the strength I could muster just to stand up, the intense event had made me dizzy and unsteady so Boris, being the gentleman he is, took me by the arm and lead me away back to my Hotel room, leaving the excited noisy crowd behind. Once we were alone inside the room I through my arms around his neck, kissing him passionately and thanking him for making a dream come true. He was visibly shaken by my passion for what he had just put me through then holding me close to him and cupping my hot swollen bottom he whispered into my ear that he never thought he would ever meet such a beautiful sensual cooperative and willing young woman. There was a knock at the door and in walked James, first he thanked Boris and shook his hand for all he had done for me and for making my fantasy a reality. Boris simply said it was the greatest pleasure of his life and would help us anytime we needed his assistance. Next through the door were Vladimir and Natalya, both of them aroused and filled with excitement saying that this would go down in the history books as the best thing to ever happen at the Hotel Metropol. James smiled at them all but said they needed to leave us because he had some unfinished business with me. He pointed me towards the bedroom, gave me a good hard slap on my sore bottom telling me to get ready for him. Vladimir, Natalya and Boris excused themselves as they locked the door behind them. Once we were alone I hugged James tight, squeezing him so he had trouble breathing. We stood there for a while as he stroked my long brown hair and the emotional release of the last couple of days made me start to cry. James tilted my face up to meet his and I could see he was confused, all I could say was I have never been so happy and felt so lucky to have such an understanding and wonderful husband like him.
This story is mostly true and about an actual business trip to Moscow, I will leave it to you to decide which is fantasy and which is not.
Hugs and Kisses, Jennifer.
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