The
Spanky Bottom Consultation.
By
Josephine Sanchez Vanner
Chapter
6 – Steamed Dumplings and Borscht
“Have
you seen the Pullemov's? They weren't at breakfast.” Audrey
demanded to Rodney.
I
wish the blasted woman would knock, Rodney thought, as she threw
open the door and strode unannounced into his study.
With
an expression that pointed accusation, she darted her
annoyance at Rodney, saying, “Jasper and I, and that ridiculous
friend of yours, were the only ones there.”
“Nobody
comes down to breakfast. They are all too shagged out. It's what they
pay for. Non stop sex with my super dick consorts and then breakfast
in bed with whichever super dick they have ended up staying the night
with. Perhaps your Russians enjoyed the facilities. ”
As
attack is the best policy for defense, he added, “And why the hell
should I know where your Russians are?” Tucked up with her
lovely squidgy pussy planted firmly in my bed. And as soon as you
have buggered off, I'm going back up there for some more squidgy
pussy.
Rodney
gave her a look that was meant to convey she was disturbing him, and
would she please go away.
It
fell on deaf eyes, “So, have you seen them?” She repeated.
Rodney,
lied one of his effortless lies, “No, can't say as I have. Try the
pool area or perhaps the garden?” He smiled helpfully, mentally
shoving her violently out of the door.
He
gratefully accepted Audrey's nodding huff, as she gave up trying to
get any sense out of him, and went in search of her quarry.
Upstairs,
lying in his bed, hiding from her husband, and by now having eaten
her way through a full English breakfast, of bacon, sausages, eggs,
tomatoes, mushrooms, toast with jam and a pot of Earl Grey tea, was
the woman, it was hard to believe - but for the first time that he
could ever think of, Rodney had fallen in love with. Not just the
pretend one good screw for the night sort of love. He had found the
real thing. He'd been hit by a ten tonne Russian truck and he was in
ecstasy.
Putting
the tips of his fingers together, he laid back in his chair and
breathed deeply at the memory of the night they'd just shared
together. The way her belly wobbled underneath him as he pushed
himself in and out of her was stupendous.
And
those magnificent thighs, he reminisced, his thoughts whirling
back to how Olga had gripped his torso between her two thunderous
legs. She was a machine, a gripping, crushing, sex pounding machine.
It
took all of Rodney's control not to run up the stairs for another
session of rolling and sweating with this lusciously overweight
wonder of womanhood. She was the fat to his lean. Her ungrateful,
adulterous uncaring thug of a husband had no right to get in the way
of his having sex with Olga.
He
didn't want to think that when the week-end was over, so would be his
exploration of her body. And there was a lot to explore. The more
Rodney thought about the rolls of fat clinging to Olga's stomach, and
her udderously large tits, he knew it would be impossible for him to
part with her.
Rodney
ran up the stairs two at a time, which wasn't bad going for a man of
his age. Half way up the wide staircase he collided with Olek, coming
down just as fast.
“Sorry.”
Rodney apologized curtly, wishing he could take his shot-gun to the
man and solve the problem of his being married to Olga.
“You
haven't seen my wife have you?” Olek rushed at Rodney, never
considering he should also apologize.
“Err...
No. Sorry.”, Rodney replied then with a bit of quick thinking he
said, “I think she may have gone shopping with Audrey.”
“Thank
god for that.” Hearing the good news, Olek turned tail and ran back
up the stairs, shouting over his shoulder, “Get your maid to bring
more champagne, the twins are thirsty.” With that, the giant
Russian disappeared into the Chang twin’s bedroom.
If
the twins hadn't been paying customers, Rodney would have ignored
Olek but then idea struck him that with several bottles of champagne
and room-service, Olek wasn't likely to leave the twins room all day.
He about-faced and raced to the kitchen. He gave instructions to
Dolores, to keep the champagne coming and to make sure Olek, not only
didn't come out of the room for the rest of his visit, but that he
wasn't capable of leaving the room, even if he wanted too.
His
Olga awaited and he was going to make sure while Olek, steamed the
Chang twins dumplings he was going to give Olga's borscht a mighty
stir.
Olga
viewed her reflection in the tall mirror Rodney used to make sure his
attire was perfect each morning. She took a long appraising look at
herself. Olek hadn't fancied her, so why in the Kremlin, should a man
like Lord Rodney want her over stretched body? The fact he could not
get enough of her blubber was beyond her.
She
had lost count of the orgasms her aristocratic lover, had rubbed and
pounded, her way. Just thinking about his Viagra enhanced, well
proportioned love stick had the pleasure spot between her legs,
throbbing wet.
A
violent shudder of hate burst into her mind as an image of Olek
interrupted her happiness.
Soon
after they were married, Olek had gone in rapid succession from the
man of her dreams, to the man of her nightmares. He made smacking
noises when he ate, talked with his mouth full, burped and farted in
company and in 10 years of marriage, he'd never once made her come.
Not so much as a quick woo woo. On their wedding night, he was the
only one up against the wall who'd got their rocks off.
How
to get rid of the uncouth bastard was something Olga often spent her
days dreaming about. She had him followed, not as he thought because
she was jealous but because she hoped to get evidence of his
unfaithfulness. Dada would have had him shot on the spot if he'd been
caught, but the rat finked bastard had always been just that bit too
clever for her. Adultery meant she could sue for divorce, and keep
all of her dear Dada's ill-gotten wealth to herself.
No
hanky panky on Olek's part and she was stuffed – by him, in the
wrong way. He'd keep her money and she would be screwed – again by
him, and again in the wrong way.
Two
warm, never done a days work in their life, soft hands moved up from
behind her and placed themselves on her very full ripe breasts. The tall mirror
reflected a naked Rodney pushing his stiffy between her mountainous
buttocks.
Loving
the feel of his hard pussy fucker, she squeezed and unsqueezed her
butt cheeks together, clamping him to a hot sticky climax. Still
coupled together they shuffled over to the bed, throwing themselves
onto the black satin sheets, and went in for a second round of
squeezing and clamping.
“Ooo..”
Olga giggled. He so knew how to make a girl's clit vibrate with the
merest of rubs from his moist cock.
Her
only thoughts of Olek, as Rodney, nimbly titillated her pleasure
button between dexterous fingers and his engorged cock was the desire
to be a widow.
Meanwhile
in the bedroom next door, Emma's tongue was causing a sensation on
Olek's giant erection and his long, as big as a penis tongue, was
sending sensational ripples of pleasure up Emily's open slit.
Olek
was also wondering about Olga.
He
was wondering why she hadn't come looking for him and how much longer
this delightful piece of luck would last.
He'd
given strict instructions to his bodyguards Ivan and Serge, to keep
his wife far away from him, for as long as possible. However, he knew
that even this most dedicated duo, couldn't keep her away forever -
pity.
The
murderous thought crossed his mind many times, of how pleasant life
would become if he sent Olga, to be with her dear old Dada. He might
have known that the sneaky old shit would second guess him. If Olga
died before he did, the money died with her. And if he got caught
fucking anyone but the old sod's darling, spoilt brat of a daughter,
she could divorce him and keep everything. The crafty Arctic fox of a
general had known his favorite capo just that little bit too well.
“Oli...”
Emma and Emily cooed in unison, “Oli, exactly how rich are
you?”
“A
dozen oil tankers and a fleet of aircraft rich.” And a few other
business interests that neither you or Interpol need know anything
about.
N
N N N
“Our
family owns a chain of Chinese restaurants.” Two sets of dark
almond shaped eyes, calculated behind warm oriental smiles, his
monetary worth.
“I
like Chinese food. And I like eating Chinese pussy.” Olek laughed
loudly oblivious he'd laughed alone.
After
the first fuck, Emily and Emma had tired of the overbearing
self-satisfying, Russian. He had stamina but no finesse, and as lovers
went he was completely selfish - but as he was paying for the
champagne they had put up with his boorish sense of humor and his
'me-only' attitude towards sexual satisfaction. If they hadn't spent
all their monthly allowance on the reunion week-end, he wouldn't have
got a look-in between their open legs.
As
they had no money for 'extras' like champagne and caviar, the twins
did what they always did when short of cash. They satisfied the
fantasies of rich men, who saw no problem in paying for everything.
It was the only thing they liked about Olek, his pathetic need to
show them he was rich.
As
tired of Olek, as the twins were, they reckoned he was good to
replace their misspent allowance, and with a bit of prodding and a
couple of blow-jobs he would add to their depleted funds.
They
were wrong.
Olek,
had no intention of funding them. It hit his male pride that he was
about to pay for sex. It turned the Chang twins into prostitutes. And
turned him off.
A
small setback to the girls plans but nothing they couldn't retrieve.
They had yet to meet the wife who wouldn't pay for a DVD of her
husband's sexual infidelities and besides when they had each other
and matching dildos, what did they need a lout like Olek for?
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 6th chapter in my naughty novella -
Coming
Soon.
Chapter
7 – Red Knickers and Tartan Underpants.
Josephine
Sanchez Vanner
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