The
Spanky Bottom Consultation.
By
Josephine Sanchez Vanner
Chapter
5 – The Naked Oligarch Uncoupling.
Olga
came round to the sound of loud music and glasses being clinked in
the room next to hers. Weird she thought when opened her eyes and saw
her reflection looking back down at her from a large mirror on the
ceiling.
She
was so excited at spending the week-end at Rawlings, the sexually
explicit décor and scantily dress people running around the place
had yet to filter through into that part of her brain where alarm
bells would normally had clanged out a warning. Cousin Rupert had
been an unexpected surprise but confirmed all she had read about the
British aristocracy, a bunch of outrageous dysfunctional lunatics.
Lord Rodney seemed nice though. Such a gentleman.
She
forced herself out of her revere to re-examined the woman looking
back at her from the ceiling.
It
had been a long time since she'd looked in a full-length mirror. When
she had married Olek, Olga had the figure of a Bolshoi ballet dancer,
now she resembled a Gdansk ship worker.
“What
happened to me?” She wailed at her reflection. “Olek, that's what
happened.” The other woman replied.
It
was true. Her marriage to Olek had been a disastrous mistake her ego
had made.
The
raucous noise of debauchery from the room next door didn't penetrate
into her pain. She didn't hear Olek's voice booming out his desire
for more chocolate ice cream on his willy, and “Lick it off. Lick
it off. Oh fuck, yes just like that.” She heard none of this. For
the first time in a very long while Olga was seeing herself as she
really was, frizzy haired, badly dressed and worst of all – fat.
She didn't know where they came from. They just appeared. Long, wet,
salty tears that ran in a continuous stream from her over made up
eyes and down her plump cheeks, leaving a dark trench of mascara
through her thickly applied face powder.
“I
look...like I look...like...oh shit. I look like my mother.”
Olga howled.
She
rolled off the bed and made her way unsteadily to the bathroom. The
misery didn't stop there. The whole room was one big mirror. From
every angle loomed a large crumpled fat lady with frizzy hair and a
tear stained face.
Feeling
the weight of a very unhappy world thrust on her shoulders, Olga
decided a bath would make her feel a whole lot better. Through her
tears she turned on the taps and began looking in the bathroom
cabinet for something that would create a froth of blubbery body
hiding bubbles.
“You
wun me run baf fo you?” The lilting voice of Dolores asked from the
doorway.
Olek,
didn't find Dolores, as he searched through the house for her. He
found something much better. He found the Chang twins. Emily and Emma
Chang had come to Rawlings for the St Jude's Academy for Girls,
class of 96, school reunion.
Identical
in every way Emily and Emma, where for Olek, a dream come true. Long
dark hair that flowed across their shoulders over juicy sticky outty
boobs, and down their slimline backs all the way to pert butts. And
ooh those eyes. He couldn't help it, Olek had a hard-on the moment he
saw the two of them in the hot-tub wearing nothing but their smiles.
Several bottles of champagne later, Olek had what he'd only ever
imagined, but never experienced, his was the filling for a two girl
sandwich up against his naked body.
Olek
had a voracious sexual appetite, for any woman other than his wife.
He had married Olga Soreninsky, because she was the daughter of
General Soreninsky, now dead but once a high up member of the KGB.
With his power came money, a lot of money, enough to be considered
wealth. The hundreds of millions of roubles of General Soreninsky
made his daughter the most beautiful woman in the world. He did his
duty on the wedding night, and then spent the next 10 years avoiding
having to to his marital duty again.
This
unhusbandly behavior had changed Olga from a young woman, who
enjoyed sex to it's fullest, went like a bunny all night long, and
could take on more than one man at a time, into an evangelist prude.
Even
by Russian standards Olek, was a powerfully built man. His neck
started where his head left off, and his shoulders were so broad they
blocked off sunlight when he stood in doorways. It was this
impersonation of a Siberian ox that had caught Olga's attention. That
and the fact his enormous penis was better hung than any ox she'd
ever seen.
It
was this giant sized cock that Emily was now trying to get her mouth
around. She gave up, and used both hands to almost circumvent his
thick engorged shaft.
Emma
had different ideas. A man's cock was for her pleasure, if he got
enjoyment out of sticking it in her that was his bonus not hers. If a
man couldn't make her come with his dick, then she expected he do it
some way else. Olek, whilst big, didn't match up to Emma's standards.
She pushed his big Russian face into her pussy and demanded, “Fuck
my cunt with your Ruskie tongue you great big bear.”
Delighted
to oblige he sucked and licked his way to her climactic heaven. Three
hours of giving and receiving multiple orgasms, Olek remembered he
had a wife somewhere in Rawlings. Too exhausted to care, he let Emily
and Emma, squash him into a blissful satisfied sleep.
Olga
slid into the hot suds grateful that the bubbles hid from the many
mirrored angles of the bathroom her lump of a body. She closed her
eyes and forgot about Olek, he could be screwing cousin Rupert for
all she cared. Olga was in a moment of time that she doubted she
would experience again. She was taking a bath in an old English
country mansion, run for her by the master's servant.
Her
imagination wandered along the paths of romantic novels she had read.
An English Earl, a country house, tea on the lawn and not a vodka
drinking loud mouthed brute of a husband anywhere in sight. She sighed
a long deep sigh, wishing that the moment would never come to an end.
“Care
for a drop of the old French joy? Dear lady.” Rodney asked coming
to sit on edge of the bath. He held two glasses of champagne, one of
which he gave to Olga.
To
her surprise he slipped out of his bathrobe and joined her in the
bath. To her greater amazement she didn't mind. His big toe found a
part of her that hadn't been found in a long time.
“Dolores
tells me you were crying.”
Olga
nodded, unable to speak due to the pleasure she was enjoying between
her legs.
His
toe penetrated deeper into her frontal crack, “I hate to see you
up-set dear lady. I thought I'd come and cheer you up. Fancy a damn
good fuck later?” He asked.
The
intense moan of pleasure as she had her first orgasm in years,
answered his question.
Holding
her hand, Rodney helped her out of the bath, into the bedroom and
onto the king-sized heart shaped bed. His erection told Olga that she
was about to get a second orgasm and she couldn't wait.
The
characters in this short novella are not based on any real person and
are purely fictional from the author's furtive imagination.
I
hope you enjoyed this 5th chapter in my naughty novella -
Coming
Soon.
Chapter
6 – Steamed Dumplings and Borscht
Josephine
Sanchez Vanner
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