Chapter 7 – Stalinkini
Sunday, Sept 22, 2013
Slavanka walked back in front of the throne and unzipped her dress. The metallic fabric fell away to expose a grey bikini. And then she slid out of her fur bolero, zipped some part of it up, and put it on her head.
Annnnnd…now she’s in a Stalinkini.
Yup. Definitely a Stalinkini. The closer I looked, the more details I found to admire. Like the little bits of red and gold trim. And the red star on her left breast. And the way her bolero had seamlessly transformed into a ushanka.
She marched over to Brody, grabbed his toga, and pulled him towards her face. I thought she was gonna kiss him. Or maybe yell something in Russian. But instead she tore his toga clean in half to expose his abs. Which were actually quite lovely.
Frat boys may have been kind of annoying, but they did at least take care of their bodies.
She kissed each of his abs as she traced her hands down his torso, pushing the fabric farther and farther down.
And she didn’t stop until his hard cock sprung free. I didn’t even get to see how big it was before Slavanka shoved the entire thing in her mouth.
Hot damn, girl!
“What the hell?!” yelled Karma.
“I…” Brody could barely speak. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
Last weekend Slavanka had nearly bit someone’s dick off, so I’d given her some pointers on how to properly pleasure a man. Less teeth, more lips and tongue.
It didn’t look like she’d really listened to that though, because she was using all throat. I’d never seen someone bob up and down so hard on a cock before.
“Babe!” yelled Karma. “Make her stop!”
“Huh?” Brody looked over at her.
“Push her off.”
“I’m tied up.”
Karma turned to me. “Shouldn’t she get a yellow card or something? She was supposed to give him a lap dance, not a blowjob!”
“Uhhh…” I had no idea what was happening. But it was amazing. “There’s no rule against it.”
Slavanka kept sucking until the buzzer sounded.
For her grand finale, she yanked his toga down the rest of the way and tossed it into the crowd.
I beckoned her over.
“Wow,” I said as she wiped her mouth. “That was quite the lap dance.”
“I do good?” she asked.
“I’d say so. Although I’m not sure a blowjob is traditionally included in a lap dance.”
Slavanka looked confused. “I make mouth dance on lap.”
“That you did.” I walked over to Brody. “So what’d you think of your first lap dance?”
“Uh…” He glanced nervously at Karma. “It was okay.”
I laughed. “Good answer. But I’m not sure I believe you.” I pointed to his rock-hard cock. It was actually pretty decent. Eight inches and pretty thick.