I had been living in London for quite a number of years. Occasionally returning to Moscow to visit my kids, but I preferred them to come to me. Still not wanting to set eyes on their mother.
My life was good now. My business interests well under control. A huge property portfolio consisting of apartments, offices, restaurants, clubs, shops. And of course I was also involved with some shadier stuff too. Girls and drugs. I was known as 'The Rat', and people were careful how they dealt with me. They knew of my connections to the mafia. They knew I could be dangerous.
Yet women were literally desperate for me! It seemed my reputation as a rough yet attentive lover with a very large cock, preceded me! There was never a shortage of willing women for me to fuck.
I had just returned from a party thrown by Lucian Natas. He was a kinky bastard and much secrecy surrounded him. Some even said he was the Devil, which frankly, was ridiculous. Anyway, I had picked up six sexy women who were all prepared to come back to my apartment.
I took them all to my bedroom where I told them to lay on my huge bed. Then one by one I stripped them all, tearing their clothes from them. And now they all lay naked. A mass of rippling flesh writhing around with each other. I watched them as they pleasured each other. Eventually I lay between them, engulfed by their rippling tits and pussies, sucking and licking them all while they in turn, lavished my cock with their mouths or delicious wet cunts. It was a glorious orgy of delicious naked flesh. Finally I fucked them all until daylight.
I loved sex and never tired of it. I loved women, but purely for their bodies now. Never allowing myself to become involved. Never falling for them.
There was no shortage of willing women in London. I could have had a different one every night if I wanted. And frankly, I did want!
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I had recently purchased a new club which I named Tatas. A bit of a take on Hooters and The Bunny Club. This particular evening I had arranged a meet of a few of my business contacts.
Alfie King was a really tough man of 74, a true old school London gangster. He had grown up the hard way in the East End of London, the son of immigrants from Russia; yet even in his latter years, he still controlled his huge property empire along with other, shall we say, not quite so respectable businesses too.
He was already sat at the table talking with the others. I studied his weathered, ruddy face as I approached him. Perhaps once he could have been considered good looking, but now his red nose looked overly large and pitted. His eyes old and deep set and his wrinkles, deep crevices. His remaining hair was steel grey, shaved to a stubble, and he sported a grey moustache to try and detract from his large nose. He looked well worn and tough. A hard face.
On this occasion, he wanted to see me about a particular shipment he was thinking of bringing in. To see if I was interested in investing. The return would be huge.
A number of us were sat at the table of my extremely popular club. The hostesses were all attractive and well endowed young women dressed in tight white t shirts which clung to their tits, and pale pink latex micro skirts ending just below their asses. Strictly no bras were allowed to be worn. The guys liked to see their hard nipples displayed through their tight shirts.
It was private members only, and needless to say the guys flocked to pay their membership fee to join. All my girls had been carefully selected and were 'checked' regularly.
Alfie was holding court as usual - even at his age, he could still be the centre of attention!
"I just fuckin' love it when you invite me to this place Alexey. Great food, great booze, great dope and fuckin' great sexy shiksas! Just look at all those bleeding erect nipples. My cock's fuckin' throbbing in my pants already." He said, in his strong cockney accent.
I laughed. You could never hold him down with women, even at 74. "I'll see who I can arrange for you. If we do this deal, you can take your pick." I told him.
We sat talking, thrashing out a deal between us. It was finally decided I would invest five million to start, then more if the shipments were successful. I also intended to open channels into Russia. This is what he really wanted from me, and with my huge network of contacts this could easily be arranged. My customers always appreciated high grade stuff.
"Bring the Vodka and glasses!" I shouted to one of the girls I hadn't seen before.
She looked young but extremely sexy and attractive - and a nice pair of tits! Alfie noticed too.
"Mmmm she's a hot little thing. What's 'er name? Looks like she's got a good pair of tits on 'er."
"She's new Alfie. I haven't met her before."
She soon returned with a tray of shot glasses and two bottles of vodka. Everyone watched as she bent her tight latex clad ass over the table, her tits jiggling as she unloaded her tray.
"Pour them out for everyone." I instructed.
"Of course Mr Petrov." She spoke with a very plummy, posh English accent.
"Oh yeah. Nice bit of posh tottie. What's your name babe?" Asked Alfie.
"I'm Montana Davis, Mr King."
"Call me Alfie, doll. You know I love posh tottie. They're normally fuckin' 'ot in bed. How about you Montana. Are you good in the sack? Did they tell you about the 'Extra work' available. Do you fuck on the side?" He asked.
"Yes, I was informed when I joined. And yes, I am up for sex. I love it!"
"Good girl! You look very young though. How old are you?"
"Nineteen, but I've had a lot of experience. I've had a lot of sex."
"So what does mummy and daddy think of their privately educated daughter working as a fucking whore?"
"I don't give a shit. I haven't spoken to them in a year. And actually I'm not a whore. I'm a hostess."
So it seemed Montana was clearly a bit of a rebel. Perhaps I should take her home with me and see just how experienced she was. Perhaps even educate her myself - especially before I sent her off to Alfie King, who clearly wanted her. I knew he could be pretty rough with women.
Montana had filled all the shot glasses now. I raised my glass to Alfie. "Here's to the success of our deal. Nostrovia!"
"Lachaim" He replied before throwing the vodka down and refilling his glass. "Sit on mi lap babe." He instructed Montana.
He pulled his chair back so that she could straddle him. He lifted her on to his cock which was bulging through his pants. She gyrated on his lap and he started to kiss her neck down towards her tits, before squeezing her hard nipples which jutted out of her tight t shirt.
"Mmm you're a fuckin sexy little whore ain't ya." He said before he pushed his sloppy tongue into her mouth, his hands stroking all over her tight latex skirt. "Would you like Uncle Alfie to fuck you babe?" He asked.
"Oh yes Mr King." She said before he lifted her skirt, then slid his pudgy fingers inside her damp panties. She squealed as he pushed inside her pussy.
"Yeah you're a right randy little bitch aren't you." He said, sucking his fingers. "Well sadly I don't have time now, cos the Missus is expecting me 'ome, but I'll make sure Alexey 'ere brings you to my club very soon, and we can get to know each other a lot better."
I nodded to him as he slid Montana from his lap then stood up ready to leave.
"Pleasure to do business as usual Rat. And don't forget to bring that tasty little bird with you next time you visit. Consider her part of the deal too." He said as he shook my hand.
