I would have liked a bit more of a connection, or perhaps a hint of intimacy, but either way, having a beautiful, young girl suck you off and swallow your come, is an incredible sexual experience. I was about to thank Svetlana, but Ivan interjected.
"You sneaky fucker," Ivan said, with a chuckle. "I'm impressed. I didn't know you had been to Bangkok's blowjob bars."
I gave him a quizzical look, and he realized I wasn't trying to game the system. I was just genuinely a quick come! Ivan started to explain to me that all of the blowjob bars throughout Asia, offer you a second shot if you come in the first five minutes.
"They don't have to give too many punters a second shot, as most guys can last five minutes, and the premature ejaculators don't often admit it," he said laughing. "However, you are a VIP customer in Ivan's blowjob bar. You came within five minutes and, more importantly, admitted it, so you are fully entitled to a second blowjob. You sneaky fucker," he repeated, and this time, I understood the connotation.
I made eye-contact with Svetlana, and she looked downtrodden. I felt sorry for her, but I hadn't been prepared to argue with Ivan, to stick up for myself, so I surely wasn't going to get into any conflict, to help her. I would just enjoy my second, hopefully, longer lasting blowjob. Ivan looked at Svetlana in the mirror, and said a few things in Russian, and she lowered her head submissively. I could tell she wasn't happy, but she nodded yes to the intimidating man.
"Go for it bro," Ivan said to me. "Take your time, this time. There is no rush. Svetlana is honored to pleasure you."
He hit a button, and the privacy screen slowly started to rise. After the blacked-out screen closed, Svetlana swiveled around on her knees to face me.
She asked me sweetly, "how do you want me, handsome?"
I didn't really know how to answer that question, as Ivan had instructed her to suck me off, and I couldn't think of many options. Svetlana began to outline my choices for me.
"I can continue to kneel on my sucky pillow, or I can lay across the rear seat and blow you," she began. "I can lay on the limo floor, and you can straddle me and fuck my face. You can tit-fuck me, and come in my mouth that way. We can assume the sixty-nine position, and I can suck you off that way. You can even sit in the Sukebe chair, if you want. I will blow you, while you relax in the chair. How do you want me?"
Her bluntness wasn't helping our intimate connection, although I did like the fact that she was apparently prepared to make it a memorable experience for me. My cock was still flaccid. I hadn't taken any performance enhancing drugs, and I had ejaculated less than ten minutes ago. I am in my mid-fifties, so it was going to take a while. So, I told Svetlana to remain kneeling on her sucky pillow, and I fired up her anal vibrator.
Svetlana stiffened up immediately as the magic egg started to hum away in her asshole. She didn't have the look of absolute joy that Sara got when she used the egg, but she had a smile on her face. I sat there enjoying the control I had over Svetlana, even if it was only temporary. I brought her to her first orgasm, and as she screamed with pleasure, and leaked all over her sucky pillow, my cock started slowly rise. After she came, I brought her back on the boil with a tap of the Apple Watch, and I started to get naked. Svetlana came twice more, soaking the crotch of her Playboy Bunny costume and leaking more of her juices onto the sucky pillow.
Once I had shed the schoolgirl outfit, I carefully removed the platinum wig. I instantly felt more of a man, although I still had my makeup on.
"I want to sit in the Sukebe chair, and have you suck my cock," I told Svetlana.
She smiled agreeably, and I took my place on the acrylic sex toy. Ivan had obviously told Svetlana to take her time with my second blowjob, because she was much more tender and loving with her attention to me. She basically kissed me from head to toe, and after several minutes of a sensual tongue bath, she lowered her lips to my cock.
I was in heaven. I had fantasized about this, ever since I first met the beautiful young Czech girl. I had been through so much sexual torture at her sadistic hands. I had endured so many broken promises, and she had taken me to the edge of orgasm so many times, before putting me back in my cage without release.
Now, as she knelt before me, with her bunny ears tickling my stomach as she sucked my cock, I wanted more. I wanted to punish her for all the shit she had put me through. She had fucked my ass over Adrian's desk, in front of my wife. She had burned my cock by lining her female condom with BenGay and chili flakes, for fuck's sake. It was payback time.
"жополиз," I said slowly, in very poorly accented, but undoubtedly phonetically correct Russian.
Svetlana immediately stopped sucking my cock, and looked up at me with a quizzical look on her face.
"жополиз," I repeated, even more slowly this time, as I looked right into her beautiful blue eyes.
Svetlana recoiled, and reflexively responded in Russian, "Nyet." Then, as if remembering who she was talking to, she said "No," firmly.
I had wasted way too much time over the last few months playing Svetlana's games, and I just wanted to bust a nut. I leaned forward on the Sukebe chair, and hit the intercom.
"Ivan, жополиз?" I said in a questioning tone.
I heard him laugh, and he responded, "whatever you want Chris. Svetlana is yours to enjoy as you see fit. Relax and bust a nut. Fuck, come twice more if you can. We are about an hour outside of San Clemente, so let me know if you want me to stop so that she can change outfits for you. Variety is the spice of life," he said with a chuckle.
Then he said more firmly to Svetlana, "Your Russian is poor Svetlana. жополиз is rimjob! Ask Chris nicely if he wants one."
I heard the intercom switch off, and Svetlana looked at me dejectedly, as if appealing to my sense of goodness to let her off the hook. Hell no, I thought, as I recalled all the times she had taken what she wanted at my expense. I looked at her expectantly and leaned forward again to hit the intercom.
Svetlana grabbed my wrist and said, "Ok," quietly.
