After my night with Evgenia I got back to my hotel and slept for an hour or so. As I hadn’t showered yet I could still smell her presence on my body. I then jumped into the shower and waited for the driver of the company to pick me up. The driver did not arrive alone as Slava ensured that his assistant Dasha (or Daria, whatever I preferred) was there to support me in English. Dasha was about 25-28 years old.
We drove to a pharmacy nearby and checked out where our products were. This shop looked pre-arranged, meaning that someone had been there earlier to make things look nice. Our products were on full display. Unbeknown to my host I visited that exact store during the hours I had to kill the day before and did not see any of our products on display. This trick is the oldest trick in the book designed to make me think that everything is ok with our distributor, it’s just the products that do not sell…..
I asked Dasha to show me the list of the next stores she planned to visit. I was sure all of these were pre-arranged to look good so I demanded we visited a list of shops I created. Frantically she called her boss, he demanded to speak to me and I told him that if they did not follow my question they would have a problem with their main supplier….
They followed my list. The friendly Dasha became a little unfriendly as a result but this was when I noticed how hot she actually was. She wore a boring female business suit but the package beneath looked delightful. Her breasts seemed to be urging the buttons of her shirt to open, some healthy tension was hiding two potentially very nice tits. Her suit pants were made to measure but sometimes if she stood in a certain way I glimpsed the contours of a very sweet cameltoe. Maybe I only noticed this then as up until that moment I still had regular flashbacks to Evgenias delightfully tasting pussy lips and juices. The slightly unfriendly Dasha started to erase that memory.
The day flew past. Dasha slowly started to become friendlier again and we ended up back at the hotel. She tried to ensure I was ok to eat alone that evening but I knew that Slava would have wanted her to dine with me. So I told her I liked to talk about the visits during a meal later that evening.
She arrived in the lobby later that evening looking absolutely stunning. A red dress made her look amazing and somehow she seemed to have grown 10 centimetres as she wore the highest heels I have ever seen. She wore them like a pro.
We went to a Ukrainian speciality restaurant which is nothing more than a Borsch starter restaurant with plenty of meat choices. We drank Vodka and discussed my observations and recommendations based on the store visits. Dasha told me she liked my change of plans, it was just that Slava was upset with her that made her react a little off initially. A lot of friendly small talk followed. Midway through the main course i felt something sharp touching my lower leg. I saw it was one of her heels and it was not accidental. When I looked up to her face she had the most pleasurable ‘come-and-fuck-me’ eyes I have ever seen.
Before the meal was paid she arranged a taxi and went to the toilet just before we left. In the back of the taxi she briefly kissed me and guided my hand under her dress between her thighs to feel the wet sensation she had for me. The horny mare had removed her underpants and revealed them from her purse so I could have a little sniff. Dasha was officially horny.
Back at the hotel she insisted we had a drink. She sat opposite me in the bar, pulled her dress up a little and revealed her naked pussy. Two shiny lips were to be seen if their full glory and I am sure one was winking at me. I never finished my drink.
We went to my room and as soon as we did she crawled on my bed on all fours, pulled up her dress and insisted I eat her ass and pussy. The sight I had was unbelievable. Dream girl, red dress pulled up, amazing ass, gorgeous glistening pussy lips and (yes) high heels…
I pulled her but cheeks a little apart and like a pro I let my tongue lick her little brown star. With my one free hand I could feel the juices running out of her pussy and a tiny puddle appeared in my hand. I massaged that over her left but cheek and lapped it up with my tongue. She bend forward sticking er ass further up so that all of a sudden her pussy was in my eyesight. She demanded I licked her and who am I to refuse? Her clit was erect and touching that little Pearl worked like a tap. Her juices were flowing and I lapped it all up. My face was wet, this must be how a pet feels when it is lapping up water from a bowl and the water sprinkles everywhere. She tasted divine too, I love the taste of fresh pussy.
She came in my face and luckily enough she did not squirt. I say luckily enough as with the amount of juices I already experienced I feared I needed some scuba diving gear to survive a squirt. She said she never squirted so I thought that was a task for an eventual next time.
She returned the favour and sucked mini-me. This girl was not very good at that, seemed a little reluctant which reminded me of the old Russian feeling that sucking cocks is something that dogs do, not women. It’s an old Russian feeling, these days all Russian women seem to disagree on that ;-).
I let her suck me but she didn’t manage to finish me off. I put on a condom and fucked her in various positions before I finally came. Obviously Dasha never heard of the Russian Dog story as she insisted I deposited my load in her mouth. Again, who am I to refuse……
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