Model Pleasure

I am often asked where my favorite place in the world is... A personal favorite is the Carribean or Mexico. There is something about curvy Latin women with tanned bodies that fires a mans blood up. 

But every country has an alluring quality, one must just know where to look. The Arab countries present a forbidden pleasure that one cant help but risk. Walking down lesser streets in Dubai or Ankara, one often sees couples cavorting in dark alleys just out of sight of the general public, but just visible enough to know that the man has the girl up against the wall and is riding the hell out of her. Other Arabic cultured countries such as Morocco and Egypt even have locations where ‘haram’ activities are freely available, at an exorbitant price. 

The word haram in Arabic is forbidden, it has always fascinated me that it is close to the word harem which is a place where Sheikhs, Khalif’s, and Sultans keep their concubines. Most definitely, one would go the the Harem to participate in Haram activities.

But the country that is the ultimate paradox is Russia. The old people say that Mother Russia has two seasons, one of fire and one of ice. Others say that the ground of Russia is so filled with the blood of patriots who died for their country that Russia is immortal. 

One fact for sure is that Russia has the most beautiful women in the world. Born and bred of good stock and raised  to please their husbands in every way imaginable. Although treated as a taboo, the old folks take sex education seriously as a good sex life builds a good relationship. 

But Russia is also a land of intense loneliness, with the KGB going underground many willing and able men were left with nothing else to do but drink. And vodka soaked men do not hold a large allure for woman, but there is a saying in Russia that says: the sun will shine in your yard too...

Nicolai was never the sharpest knife in the rack which was an irritation to the man as he could not apply to work for the KGB. Although the agency was more secretive then in the past, he knew of a friend who worked for them and could organise an interview. But passing the intelligence tests was a problem. Not one to turn to Vodka to ease his boredom. the one thing that Nicolai did know how to do was to drive. In the past he drove get away cars for gangs and even served a three year jail sentence when he was caught in the act in 1995.

Desperate for a job, he worked as a bouncer at a local night club until he was approached by Vasilli Zurkov, one of the biggest mob bosses in Moscow. He was working as a driver for Zurkov for five years when fortune started to smile down on him.

Nicolai’s main task was to tend to the needs of Zurkov’s attractive daughter who was an studying to be a doctor. This meant that Nicolai had to drive a daily route between the Moscow Academic Hospital, the Moscow State University, and the Zurkov residence in upmarket Moscow.

Everyday, his route would take him past the Angel Eyes Modeling Academy and he would often be blown away by the alluring beauty of some of the young girls. One girl in particular caught his eye every time, she was of medium height, had ice blue eyes, flowing long blond hair, a tight ass, large tits and a  kind and gentle smile that could melt even the coldest heart. There was a traffic light just outside of the academy which caught him every time. Each time he stopped, he would look out of the window of the drivers seat where he would make eye contact with the girl of his dreams. She would then give him a bashful smile and absently stroke at her hair.

One day, while stopping the car at the traffic light, Zurkov’s daughter, Anastasiya, saw Nicolai smiling at the blond beauty, she could see that both Nicolai and the girl looked at each other longingly. So much so that the cars behind Nicolai had to honk their horns to remind him that the light had changed green.
“Сморкаться вы лошадей задницу! Я вижу, что на зеленый свет!”
“Nicolai,”
“Yes miss?”
“Do you find it hard to do your job?”
“I am sorry for using such bad language miss,” said Nicolai bashfully.
“No, its not about that,” waving her hand dismissively at the apology, smiling she added,”My father swears much worse then you do. Please answer the question though,” said Anastasiya.
“Sometimes I do what I want to do… other times…I do what I have to,” was his reply.
“There is a lot more truth in that then you know Nikolai. I see you like that girl from the modeling agency,” she said with a knowing smile.
“She is very beautiful,” he replied.
“She likes you you silly man,” said Anastasiya.
“I don’t know why. Besides,She wont have anything to do with me, she is Kniaz, and me?...I'm just a dumb driver,” replied Nikolai.
Even through Russia did not have a royal family since the abdication of Tsar Nicholas II, the title of Kniaz was still given to young girls who could accurately trace their bloodlines back to the Tsar.
“You know her Nicolai?,” asked Anastasiya with a naughty yet surprised tone.
“I know of her. Here is your stop. I pick you up at 7 pm,” was his reply.
She lent over the front seat and kissed Nikolai on the cheek. ”Know this Nikolai, All are not cooks that walk with long knives. The sun will shine in your yard to,” with that she got out and made her way up the stairway into the main hall.

He made the trip many times and every time the traffic light caught his car. The blond girl even began waving at Nicolai as he was about to pull off. He would always forget to look at the light and the cars behind would honk their horns angrily at him. One day an irate driver actually lent out the window and suggested that he get her number just so that he would pull off in time in future.

“Maybe that wouldn't be a bad idea my friend,” said Anastasiya.
“Just imagine. A driver asking a Kniaz for her number and if he can call on her. No thank you. Can I ask question?” he asked.
“Please do,” was her reply.
“Don’t take this wrong way, but why do you call me friend?”
“Are you not my friend Nikolai?” she asked.
“I’d be honored to be your friend. But your dad is vors, we must be professional you and I,” was his reply.
“Do you think I'm scared of my father?”
“You are not scared of the grim reaper Anastasiya.”
“Then I can choose who my friends are. I want you to fetch someone tonight and bring her to my house for diner.”
He smiled at her cocksure demeanor, “you give me address later, I will do as you wish…Friend.”
She kissed him on his cheek and whent up the stairs to into the main building.

The address took him to downtown Moscow near the Luzhniki Stadium. Used now as a sports arena, the old stadium was a prime spot for political rallies in the days of General Secretary Mikhail Gorbachev. He used to recall going to the stadium with his father where they were always seated close to the General Secretary. After the proceedings, Gorbachev would come and kiss his father tenderly on the forehead and speak with him. Nikolai pulled up to the house and rang the gate buzzer.
“Yes?” came a voice on the other end.
“My name is Nikolai, I was sent by Anastasiya Zurkov to fetch a friend to dinner,”
“Just hang on please, I need to confirm this,” said the voice.
“Fucking rich people,” cursed Nikolai. The words were hardly out of his mouth when the voice came over the intercom at the gate and told him to make his way down the road forking to the left of the property.

As he pulled up to the cottage which was separated from the main house his heart stopped beating. In front of him stood the girl that he liked from the modeling agency. She knocked on his window and he realised that he was so taken back by the moment that she was talking to him, but he was not answering. Bashfully he rolled down his window.
“Are you Nikolai?”
“Um…yes,” he managed to get out.
“Can you unlock the back doors so that I can get in? It is a bit cold outside.” Even as she said it she was playing with her hair.
Most of the drive to Anastasiya’s house was done in silence. As they got closer, he finally got the courage to ask her what her name was.
“My name is Varsha,” said the girl with a smile.
Chuckling Nikolai told her how he had a friend that lived in Vladivostok that had a pet bear who’s name was Varsha.
“Is the bear cute?” she asked giggling.
“Very beautiful. But not as beautiful as you,” he said.
She blushed as he stopped the car at the Zurkov residence. Before he could get out to open the door for her, she let herself out and walked up the stairs, her cute ass swinging from side to side like a pendulum.

He sat in the car waiting for her to come out so that he could take her home. The hours spent in silence killed him, all he could think about was her eyes, her smile and her beautiful ass.  He also thought back to all that he said to Varsha on the drive to the house.
“Very beautiful. But not as beautiful as you! Nikolai you horses arse!” he said with a smile. He didn’t notice Anastasiya coming towards the car.
“I am going to be going on study leave for a while and wont be going into university,” she told him.
“And your father?” he asked.
“He is going to Japan on business. You wont be needed for a while,” she said.
“That’s ok. I make myself scarce,” was his reply.
“Varsha needs to go to a model shoot in Novosibirsk. I told her that you’d go with to keep her safe.”
“WHAT… ANASTASIYA …NO…WHAT.”
She obviously was not going to take no for an answer and made her way back inside.
“ What will we talk about when we are there?” Nikolai called to her.
Smiling she turned around and said smiling, “Your friends bear…Varsha!”

Now the wait was torment. He managed to close his eyes and get some sleep. He dreamed of Varsha. They were walking in Central Park in New York, she kissed him, then nibbled at his earlobe and was about to whisper something in his ear. All of a sudden a knock came on the window and both Varsha and Anastasiya were looking at him fondly through it. He got out the car and made his way to the back door to open it.
“Napping on the job?” asked Anastasiya with a broad smile on her face.
“Sorry,” replied Nikolai with a shy smile.
“I think he looks cute when he sleeps. Especially when the tip of his tongue sticks slightly out of his mouth,” said Varsha.
Both ladies got in the car and Nikolai could have died from embarrassment. On the drive home, Nikolai did not say a word as the ladies cackled away in the back seat. Varsha thanked him, kissed Anastasiya on the cheek and got out.

On the way home as they passed the Luzhniki Stadium he told Anastasia what he knew about his youth and of General Secretary Gorbachev.
“My father remembers yours fondly,” Anastasia told him.
“I wish I knew a bit  more about him. So…what did you and Varsha talk about over dinner?”
“She told me how you have a friend in Vladivostok who has a pet bear by the same name who she is apparently prettier than,” she said with a smile.
“Of course she is,” he replied definitely,”I shouldn't have said it!”
“She couldn't stop going on about the compliment, one would swear that you are the only man in the world that compliments her.”
He rolled his eyes, “And what did your father have to say about this…this… compliment?”
“Do you really think he would want to sit in on a girls diner?”
“What did your mom say then?”
“Nikolai, you know she likes you. She was pleased that you gave her the compliment.”
“The job in Novosibirsk is going to take forever.”
Kissing him on the cheek as he dropped her off at the house, Anastasiya grinned at him naughtily and mentioned that he better hope that it is a long job.

He picked up Varsha from her house a few days later and made his way to the Moscow airport. It always amazed him how many bags women carry on holiday or work. Varsha was no different as she sported no less then four of the biggest bags he has ever seen. The flight to Novosibirsk would take about three hours, and the thought of Varsha sitting next to him on the plane and not saying anything for that amount of time made him uncomfortable.
“Anastasiya never told me that she knows you,” he finally said.
“She didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
“She could have warned me.”
“Gee…thanks. Now men need warnings when I'm coming around.”
Turning towards her, he looked at her and said “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know,” she said giving him a knowing smile,” Men are so scared of talking to me. Because I am Kniaz, all of a sudden I am untouchable”
“That doesn’t mean that men shouldn’t talk to you.”
This time it was her turn to turn towards him, and look him in the eye. Facing each other square on, with nothing to distract their attention the beauty of her ice blue gaze made his heart stop.
“Have you ever met a man who talks to a woman without wanting sex?”
He couldn’t answer her. He knew deep down that the only reason a normal man would talk to her would be to try and get her clothes off. He wanted to tell her that he was not such a man, but she put on her earphones and listened to music.

It was getting late and Varsha got tired. She lent over and laid her head on Nikolai’s arm. He felt uneasy as nobody, not even Anastasiya had done this, and he had escorted her on her tour of America for four weeks flying countless times. Varsha could sense this and looked at him.
“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No..its just that…”
“Not many women talk to you either do they?”
“No.”
She turned, resumed her position cuddling up on his arm, and slept.

Novosibirsk was cold. The average temperature in Febuary was minus nineteen degrees. He pulled his trench coat closer to him and his shapka closer to his head as he made his way to the taxi behind Varsha. At the hotel, she went to bed early as her first shoot was scheduled for six a.m. He sat up in his room watching a documentary on General Secretary Gorbachev. In the documentary it was mentioned that there was a family that was close to him with important ties to the royal family of Ukraine. Its family name was Ivanov, which was the same as Nikolai’s. He watched closer as the documentary  went deeper into the life of Gorbachev. Apparently, he was distantly related to Valentin Ivanov, which was Nikolai’s uncle. He turned off the TV and went to sleep dreaming of the dreadful day when he was ten and on a hunt with his father and Uncle Valentin. A bear attacked his father and both Nikolai and Valentin’s guns misfired and the bear killed Nikolai’s father. At the funeral, Gorbachev gave a moving speech saying that he would never forget the kindness that he was shown by his fallen comrade.

Nikolai was in the car on the way to the studio and Varsha was once again sleeping on his shoulder. He didn’t mind it now and found it quite pleasant. They pulled up to the studio and he waited downstairs for her to finish. At dinner that night, she offered to show him some photos of the shoot and he was awestruck at her beauty. In the pictures, she was wearing an elegant lime green dress with beautiful high heels and an open back. The dress was attached behind her neck which suggested that she wore no bra. Her hair was curled at the bottom and he could make out in some of the photos that she was wearing long elegant ear rings with a teardrop at the end.
“You look…very…beautiful”
“More beautiful then the bear?”
He blushed then, “I was not comparing you to the bear on the first night we met.”
“I know. I think its cute…you comparing me to a bear.”
“Your mother must have been extremely beautiful herself.”
“My mother died when I was about ten. She caught malaria while doing humanity work in Mozambique”
“My father also died when I was ten.”
“Do you miss him Nikolai?”
“Very much”
“Then we are the same. Children of sorrow and adults of loneliness.”
He walked her up to her room and before she went in she invited him in for a night cap. He nervously obliged and sat at the table near the window. She poured two tumbler glasses of Vodka with cuts of fresh lime. She offered it to Nikolai who took the glass reluctantly.
“Don’t you drink?” she asked.
“When I was ten, my father, my uncle and myself were on a hunting holiday deep in the Ural mountains. One day, after a heavy drinking session, my father picked up his gun and suggested we go hunting a bear that we spotted earlier that day. He shouldn’t have gone out in that condition, and we told him this. We went anyway, and he tried to drive the bear towards my Uncle and myself. The plan didn’t work and the bear turned on my dad. My Uncle and I tried to shoot the bear, but our guns misfired.”
“And you haven't drank since then?”
“My mother, filled with grief sent me to boarding school in Kazakhstan. There the dormitory master used to drink heavy and beat up the children.”
“Why didn’t your mother come and get you?”
“She killed herself soon after my dad’s death.”
“So you really do not know much about your family?”
“Not really no.”
The conversation turned to happier topics and abut eleven p.m Nikolai bid her good night and walked to the door. She followed him, and even opened it for him. Standing close to him, she kissed him on the cheek and ran her hands over his chest and stomach.
“So hard and strong.”
He made as if to kiss her but she put a finger on his lips and said, “All in good time.”
In his room, he thought back to the conversation that they had. He just poured out his heart to a girl that he fancied and he didn’t feel as if she thought any less of him.

The only time they saw each other over the next three days was at dinner, she didn’t invite him in for a night cap as her shoots were getting earlier and earlier. On the second last day of the trip it was an outdoor shoot at a wilderness camp. This is the first time he had ever been on a model shoot before. All of the lights were set up and Varsha walked to her position. She was wearing snow boots, a white coat that barely covered her ass, a shapka hat with the Russian coat of arms in it, and a grey scarf. The wind was blowing ferociously and Nikolai hoped she was warm as it looked like she was wearing the bare nesseseties. She took off her coat and Nikolai saw that she was dressed in black underwear that was extremely revealing. The cold wind made her nipples hard and Nikolai could feel his cock being aroused just by looking at her.

The perfect way for a model to pose for such a shoot is to make love to the camera. As Nikolai watched, he saw that she was not looking at the camera man with lusty looks, but at him. The crew called it a day and were packing up to go back to the hotel. Nikolai took off his trench coat and placed it over Varsha’s shoulders. She smiled at him thankfully and slowed her walk so that they were walking in unison.
“We need to get back quickly, don’t want to be on the road at night.”
“Oh no Nikolai, you and I are staying at the log cabin on the hill,” she said pointing in the direction of a small cabin.
“And the crew?”
“They need to work through the night to edit the photo’s, they need electricity.”

They gathered their things and made their way to the cabin. Once inside, Nikolai could see that it was very simple, a bed in the main room, a fireplace, a kitchen , and a bathroom.
“There is only one bed in here,” he mentioned.
Dropping the trench coat and her overcoat to the floor, she looked at him smiling and said, “Will that be a problem?”
He could feel his cock getting hard and knew in that moment that there was only one thing on her mind. He stepped towards her cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her up into a passionate kiss.
“I have been waiting for this ever since I first saw your car stop at that traffic light,” she said short of breath.
Without giving her an answer he kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lent in close and kissed her shoulder lightly making his way to the nape of her neck which he bit lightly.
“Oooooooo… yes Nikolai. Fucking yes”
He kissed her neck making his way up to her ear, he bit the lobe of it and gently whispered into it.
“Don’t worry Kniaz…Ill be gentle,” he told her tenderly.
He placed her on the bed and they got under the cover of the thick blankets. He undid her bra and cupped her breasts in his hands. Starting with her left breast he kissed the nipple lightly. Looking up he saw that she wanted more, so he put the whole nipple in his mouth and sucked it. This made it hard and gave him a bigger area to lick, after doing so he blew on it which made it rock hard. He then nibbled it lightly which sent electric pulses through her tits.

“OOOOOOOO! Fuck me, how did you do that?” she cried out.
He didn’t answer and moved across her so that his whole body was on top of hers. He took her other breast into his hand and repeated the procedure. While he was doing so, Varsha took off his top and started to undo his jeans. Taking his cock out she stroked it longingly holding onto it tightly. He kissed her and she told him that she wanted to put his cock in her mouth.  She gave him the perfect Russian blowjob. Rolling her tongue around his cock on the up and down stroke. He was close to cumming and she realised it. She lay back on the bed beckoning him over with her index finger. He knelt in and she kissed him tenderly. Taking his cock in her hand she guided it towards her wet pussy which was exposed now after she took her underwear bottoms off. He entered her slowly, and he saw with delight the look of satisfaction on Varsha’s face as she closed her eyes, gasped for air and threw her head back. This left he neck exposed. He kissed it as he thrusted her lightly. He lay in close so that he could feel her tits brushing against his chest which turned him on. As he turned his attention away from her neck they made eye contact and she instructed him to ride her harder. He started to do so, and she forced his hands to hold her tits, she crossed her legs behind him and used her strong thighs to push his ass which controlled the thrusting of his cock. She looked at him with her ice blue gaze and screamed as she thundered to her first orgasm.

Nicolai was used to delaying his ejaculation as he had many one night only encounters with woman, all of whom were of ill repute. Varsha wrestled with him so that she was on top and she started to ride him. At first it was with an up-and-down movement, but eventually as she thrusted harder she used a back-and-forth movement with and occasional jerking of the hips from side to side. This drove him insane and he slapped her ass begging her to go harder. She used the up-and-down movement again, coming in close enough for him to suck her nipples, he was on the edge of cumming and she thrusted harder digging her nails into his hard chest.

After the love making, Nikolai light a fire in the hearth and the pair spoke the night away. She had fallen asleep snuggled on his shoulder with her arm over his chest. Surprisingly, sleep couldn’t not come to him. He heard a noise from outside and dismissed it as a tree branch banging against the window. He heard it again, this time there was a scratching at the door and a growl, the sound woke Varsha up, getting out of the bed Nicolai reached for his M1891 rifle which was against the wall next to the bed. He moved quietly towards the window and looked out. As he did so he saw a paw of the bear slashing towards his face. He moved away in time to avoid being hurt, firing a shot all commotion ceased. He looked out the door and saw that he had shot the bear in the head.  Taking his skinning knife he skinned the bear and moved the carcass away from the cabin for the wolves to eat. He brought the pelt of the bear intside and was greeted buy a bear hug from Varsha who was obviously fearing for his life as she had tears in her eyes.

The shoot was extended buy a couple of days as the crew wanted to take advantage of a break in the snow storm in the wilderness. A couple of other beautiful models were brought on set, but this didn’t interest Nikolai in the least as he only had eyes for one girl. They would spend many long evenings in the cabin laying of the floor before the fireplace covered by the bearskin which Nikolai transformed into a blanket buy sewing a piece of leather to it.

One particular night stuck with him. They were kissing passionately at the fire and she turned to her side presenting her ass to him. He fucked her tenderly in the spooning position kissing her neck as he thrusted harder. As she moaned her way to an orgasm, Nikolai pinched her hard nipples which made Varsha wail with delight. He hadn’t pulled out of her and was kissing her neck tenderly when she turned her head and asked him.
“Have you ever fucked a heart shaped ass?
“No”
Just then she clinched her ass which still had his cock inside. The sensation was as if his cock was in a vice grip. She gave him a knowing look and he started thrusting again. He thrusted her slowly and the pressure on his cock was sublime producing friction he had never felt before.

They returned to Russia and to their normal lives. But they knew that it would never be the same. With the help of Varsha and her father, Nikolai discovered that he was Ukrainian royalty. This meant that he could ask for Varsha’s hand in marriage. They got married in the Kazan Cathedral. Varsha started her own modeling academy while Nikolai was promoted within the Zurkov family business being Anastasiya’s body guard as she was made minister of health.

Vasilli got a new driver. His main task was to  drive his daughter Angelicia back and forth between the Zurkov house, the Moscow State University and the state media broadcaster. Every day, he would drive past the Angel Eyes Modeling Academy and admire a particular girl who was tall, leggy, had a perfect ass, medium tits and auburn hair that reached the middle of her back. Her eyes were the color of Lapis lazuli. She would always smile at him as the traffic light caught his car, and then one day, Angelicia asked him to pick a friend up for dinner.


Regards
Wayne A Knight