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I don’t like large group sex sessions as I am discerning, except when my Russian friends are the organisers. For some reason, there is better protection for escorts in all sorts of ways, the surroundings are the most luxurious London venues and the champagne flows freely.
Vlad’s chauffeur picked me up and took me to an exclusive Spa which had been hired out until midnight. I had instructions to take along a bikini, condoms and lipstick; that was all I would require. I headed into the shower where I bumped into a super-skinny Russian call girl. She was so skinny that I felt fat in comparison. She looked at my naked body and stated in her heavy accent. “Vlad likes girls with curves, so you’ll be fine with him!”
I felt a dip in confidence as I showered. I quickly put on my bikini and wandered into the spa area where most of the group were hanging out. I could not see anyone I knew so I popped into the nearest room; a laconium, which smelled of lavender and other herbs. Luckily it wasn’t as hot as a sauna. I closed my eyes and let the aromas waft over me and the heat warm my limbs. I heard the door opening and watched Vlad come into the room, completely naked, and with an erection.
“Are you hiding away in here?” he asked as he knelt down and looked into my eyes.
I looked at him back in the eye confidently. “No, I’m not hiding, just relaxing.”
“Good,” he replied, as he untied the strings on either side of my bikini and gestured for me to take off my top. Then he leant forward and opened my legs wide and just looked at me before pulling me up slowly, so I could feel his cock grazing my thigh.
That stirred my insides and the blood started to pump in a very familiar way, into my nether regions.
I opened my lips as his mouth descended onto mine and his tongue teased mine as his passion grew. Always a good kisser, he was a fervent lover too. I straddled him as he touched me into a passionate state. I touched the hardness of his chest and tweaked his nipples as he pulled me onto him gently.
I nuzzled his chest and kissed him as he wound my hair around his hands. I rode him with my eyes closed until I realised someone else had just entered the room. I turned and saw the escort girl from the shower watching us. Too late to stop, I could feel myself coming and Vlad held me tight and called me “darling” as he came too. Afterwards, I felt sure it was jealousy I could see in her face.
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