After the show was over, Kristol and I went to the ladies’ room to freshen up. After washing my hands, I stood at the sink to re-apply my lipstick when Kristol came up behind me and placed her hands on my hips. I froze like a scared bunny (on purpose).
She slid her hands up to cup my breasts, leaned forward, and whispered in my ear, “You like this, don’t you, little Katja?” I stuttered something, being nervous. She tweaked my nipples hard, then repeated the question, this time in a huskier voice, “I said, you like this, don’t you?” She stared at me in the mirror, holding my eye.
“Y…yes,” I stuttered.
“And we’re going to have fun together, the three of us, tonight. Aren’t we?” And she tweaked my nipples again, more gently this time.
I didn’t answer, but just nodded, giving the impression that I was overwhelmed.
She hugged me, then took my hand, and led me back to a waiting Ivan. She let go of my hand and whispered something into his ear. He smiled at her, then at me. “Let’s find our way back to the hotel, ja?”
They escorted me to the limo, one on each side, as if to make sure I didn’t escape, then seated me between them in the car.
As soon as the chauffeur closed us in, Ivan raised the barrier between the front and back seats, then turned to me, put his right hand around my shoulders, and his left hand on my knee. “You were very brave, even bold back there, sucking my cock in public. Why did you stop?”
I looked down, “I…uh, got scared. Someone coughed, and I was sure we were about to be discovered, and I worried what Hans would think if I were caught. I can’t afford to lose my internship, and my parents would be ashamed of me.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry. This is all so…confusing for me. My head wants one thing, but my heart wants another.”
I turned to Kristol. “I don’t know anything about this kind of thing. I’ve messed around with some boys, yes, and let some of them…do…some things. But I’m finding this overwhelming. Kristol, what do I do?”
She looked at me seriously for a moment, then leaned forward, took my face in her hands and kissed me, chastely at first, then moaning, and pushing her tongue in my oh-so willing mouth. “Katja, it only means that you are finally coming of age, you are finally becoming a woman. It is normal, it is natural. Let it happen. Become who you were always meant to be.”
And she leaned in and kissed me deeply again, this time putting her hand behind my head, and her other on my knee. As we kissed, she gradually pulled my knees farther apart. I moaned more deeply, only partly acting because she was good.
Meanwhile, Ivan reached behind my neck and pulled the bow tying the dress behind my neck. The front fell forwards, threatening to unveil my naked tits. I pulled away from Kristol, gasped, and clasped the front of my dress to me. Kristol took one hand, Ivan the other, and they gently pulled my hands to the sides. I allowed them to do so, and the front of my dress fell away, leaving me bare above the waist.
Kristol put her hands on my breasts and started massaging them. I squirmed as if I found this discomforting – and exciting, both. One of those was even true. I moaned into her mouth as she kissed me again.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes and moaned, and allowing them to keep my hands away from my body, leaving me notionally helpless to prevent them from doing what they wanted with me.
Ivan pushed his hand up under my dress, found my thong, and pushed it to one side. He had thick fingers, but was surprisingly gentle as he pushed one finger into my soaking wet pussy, probing and massaging lightly. I’m sure he smiled to himself – just as I did. We each thought the seduction was going extremely well.
But only one of us was right.
~~~~~
Why did I come on to Kristol and Ivan like a closet slut, and then suck Ivan's cock in the theatre? Wasn't it out of character for a sweet, innocent intern?
It was a calculated risk, and I did it because I thought it was a toss-up as to whether they were going to take me to my hotel, or theirs.
They were risking quite a lot if I turned out to be as innocent as I seemed. If they had made a move on me, and I had reported them to Hans, it could well have destroyed their deal. It might have made him angry and caused him to wonder about their ethics. I had to convince them that it was safe to seduce me, that I could be useful to them, and that I was, fortunately, intrigued by this exotic couple who were, apparently, far more worldly than I was. I had to let them think that although I might be an innocent, I was still tempted, and had some sexual adventures that neither my parents nor Hans knew about.
As it was, of course, they had nothing to worry about on that score – but they didn't know that! If I had stayed nice and innocent, they might well have been wary of me, and not tried to seduce me – and I wanted them to seduce me. I was walking a tightrope, it's true, but people miss something really important: Ivan and Kristol weren't looking at it from my point of view but from theirs!
You see, people tend to see what they expect to see.
They saw what looked like a young, inexperienced intern, and they bought that image. They weren't asking themselves whether I was a highly trained whore. They were asking themselves whether I was too innocent! It would never have occurred to them that this petite, young girl would be playing them – why would they? So, instead, they were trying to decide if she was tempted enough to be safe for them to play her.
No, they saw what they wanted to see: a young, inexperienced girl who was tempted by the taste of sophisticated sex – and they played the game as if that was all I was.
And so did I…
~~~~~
When we got into the limousine, there was no question as to where they were going to escort me. I suspect if I had tried to head towards my hotel, they would have dragged me off to Ivan’s anyway.
Fortunately, Ivan’s was just where I wanted to go.
I quickly tied up my top to hide my breasts before we exited the car. Fortunately, there was a very discrete doorman at the VIP entrance, who had the grace to look the other way as I walked by with Kristol holding my hand.
After the elevator, Ivan let us into his suite, which I later found out he owned. He said to Kristol, “Why don’t you get us all some drinks? I need to freshen up.” Then he said something to her in Russian, which he didn’t realize I understood: “Keep the dance going with her, okay?”
Kristol smiled and nodded.
She clearly knew her way around the suite, poured three glasses of wine and handed one to me, taking one for herself, and leaving one for Ivan.
Taking my hand again, she led me out onto the balcony – then put down her drink and pulled the ties of my dress again. This time, I allowed my top to fall to my waist and unveiling my tits to the night sky from thirty storeys up. “It’s a beautiful view,” she said, in a clear double entendre as she was looking at my breasts.
She reached forward and took my shoulders in her hands, pulled me to her, and kissed me sweetly. Shakily, I put down my glass of wine.
“What did Ivan say?” I pulled back and asked.
“Oh, don’t worry, little Katja, he just told me to be a good hostess. Do you think I’m being a good hostess?” And she smiled down at me.
I let the question hang there, then threw myself forward and answered her with a clumsy, but passionate, kiss.
She walked me back into the living room, then pushed my dress down from my waist, catching my thong along the way, depositing them on the floor. I stepped out of them.
“Now, you do me, dear,” she said and placed my hands on the shoulders of her gown.
With trembling hands, only partially faked, I slipped the gown off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. She turned her back on me. “Go on,” she prompted.
So, I undid her bra, and let it fall, then pushed her matching, frilly panties down, and let them fall to the floor. She turned back to me.
“You’re such a sweet girl…I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look? How about we find out, hmmm?”
We turned back away from the windows to see Ivan sitting on the sofa, naked, watching us, face serious, as Russians are. I wasn’t surprised…but acted shocked.
“Never mind him, sweet girl. Come over here with me…” and led me to a love seat.
She started kissing and edging me, and she was good. Very good, one of the best I’ve ever encountered, so that, before very long, I really was moaning in pleasure. I looked over at Ivan, and he was stroking his cock and watching us intently, a half-smile on his face.
I thought it was time, so I pulled out of Kristol’s grasp, moved quickly over to where he was sitting, kneeled at his feet, and took his cock in my mouth as if I were unable to control myself, like some helpless, wanton slut. I started bobbing up and down on him as if I couldn’t wait and could feel that he was responding, continuing on from where I had left him at the theatre.
Shortly after that, Kristol moved behind me, pulled me up on my knees, not interfering with my throating of Ivan, but started licking and rimming me. I moaned around Ivan’s cock. I suddenly felt it tense, then, grunting, he shot his seed into my mouth, which I swallowed, choking a bit to fake being a novice. I sighed, and then eventually let his cock slip from my mouth, dropping my head to the floor.
Kristol repositioned me, flipping me over on my back, then moved in to finish me.
I can fake an orgasm that will fool a man, but a female pro like Kristol? Never. So, I gave myself over to her, and just let go…and very shortly came for real. Kristol was a pro, no question, so it was a fabulous cum, and I enjoyed it.
When I had settled down, Ivan came over, grabbed my hand, and roughly pulled me up and into the bedroom, Kristol following. He pushed me onto the bed, moved me into doggie, positioned himself behind me, then shoved himself in to the hilt in one strong push. I moaned as he started working himself hard in and out of me.
Kristol positioned herself by my head, with her legs spread, then pulled my face down into her pussy. I was still buzzed from the orgasm she gave me and started licking her like a cat in heat.
Then Ivan pulled his cock out of me, licked his thumb and roughly stuck it up my ass. I jerked my head up from Kristol and squealed, but she pulls me back down, forcing my face into her cunt again. I start licking harder.
Ivan finally surprised me. He put one fat finger in my cunt, then rubbed the finger in my pussy against the thumb in my ass, masssaging the wall between them – and my head exploded. I started bucking wildly for real. Even in all my experiences as someone who liked sex and was a sex worker, I had never experienced anything like it.
Then he stopped, pulled his finger and thumb out of me, smacked my ass hard, twice, then grabbed my hair and yanked my head up, away from Kristol’s pussy. He stuck two fingers into my cunt, and started pumping in and out, then pulled my hair further so I was sitting on my knees, with his fingers still inside me, working me, pinned and helpless, then threw me onto my back on the bed.
