Less than ten minutes after the staff left the Garden Villa, I was on my knees in the bathroom. I was kneeling on my heart-shaped "sucky pillow", wearing Svetlana's pink silky pajamas. Svetlana had given me a healthy spritz of the perfume that Ivan had responded favorably to. I was wearing the Barbie Pink lipgloss, that this imposing man had found in my pocket, on the first day that he searched me.
He had asked Svetlana if I would wear the "SLUT" collar, and she had said, "Whatever you desire Ivan."
Svetlana had allowed him to personally collar me. I could see his erection jumping around in his pants, as he fastened the "SLUT" collar around my neck. I also wore the platinum blonde wig, that Svetlana had retrieved from the trunk of the limo. My hot pink, wet-look nails rested on his zipper, as he admired his reflection in the mirrors. He had chosen the bathroom, because of the floor to ceiling mirrors. Svetlana watched without emotion, and I could tell she had reverted back to sociopath mode.
"Thank Ivan for the ride, Chrissy. He saved your ass today."
I thanked the muscular Russian, and he looked down at me with a sneer.
"Suck my cock lipgloss boy," he said with a cruel smile.
I am a small man physically, and my pink fingernails looked so feminine and dainty, as I slowly unzipped his pants. Ivan was a young man, and was already rock-hard when his cock sprang from his pants.
He looked at me menacingly and told me, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"
I started to give him a slow tender blowjob, but he wanted to control the pace. He grabbed me firmly by the ears, and started to fuck my face. I had only sucked one cock before, so I was by no means an expert. Ivan was so rough and forceful, that I tried just to remain passive, and take his abuse.
Ten minutes later I was gagging, as Ivan kept trying to deep-throat me. Svetlana was watching intently, enjoying the sight of my eyes watering. Finally, she intervened.
"Give him a break before he throws up on you. I have something interesting that you might want to experience," she said, showing something on her phone to him.
"What is that called in English?" he asked, having seemingly had his interest piqued.
Svetlana looked directly at me, and said, "that is a rimjob, Ivan."
Ivan said the word in both English and Russian as he struggled with the English pronunciation.
"Reem job. жополиз. Riem job. жополиз. Rimjob. жополиз."
After the third attempt he had mastered the English word, and I had learned one new word in Russian. I had it phonetically correct, but had no clue how to spell it.
Ivan turned his attention away from the phone and looked at me.
"I want a rimjob, lipgloss boy," he said dismissively.
I flashed Svetlana an icy stare, as Ivan put one foot up on the claw foot bath tub. I moved my sucky pillow over to the bath tub, and knelt submissively on it. At least Ivan was in shape, and well-groomed, I thought, as I started to lick his nuts. Once again, Ivan didn't need any foreplay.
"Ass not balls," he said in a threatening manner.
I grazed my tongue slowly across his taint, and he tensed up. Then I continued my tongue's journey until I reached his asshole. I gave his ass a tender kiss and then Ivan, evidently not a big fan of being teased, grabbed the back of my head, and forced my face into his asshole.
He made me rim him for nearly ten minutes, as he admired our reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. He muttered some things under his breath, in a language that I didn't understand. I assumed it was Russian, because Svetlana understood him. She, of course, was happy to translate, repeating his derisive comments in English.
