Russia / FSU Update
Trip Report – Moscow, Russia June 2006

This was my 4th trip to Moscow and I was feeling like a veteran. I arrived on a rainy Friday night and was staying at my favorite place, the Golden Apple Hotel. Unlike many of the larger hotels in Moscow, the Golden Apple is small and more intimate. They advertise it as a boutique hotel (whatever that is) and the food is spectacular. I have had Russian clients eat with me at the hotel and tell me that they had no idea that the food was so good.

SATURDAY
My expat friend Al (who lives in Moscow) was coming by early the next morning so I was going to behave. Al had arranged for us to hire a private tour guide and we were going to take the detailed tour of the Kremlin. It cost us about $100 each for about 4 hours and was well worth it. The tour guide was a history teacher who really knew her stuff and was able to answer all of our questions in more detail than we needed. I would recommend a private guide to anyone who would like to see the Kremlin but who doesn’t have days and days to see it. There is a lot to see and it’s well worth seeing. One of the world’s fascinating places.

After the tour we were both feeling hungry and decided to stop by one of the outdoor Shashlik places for a beer and a bite. Shashlik is a Georgian dish shat sort of resembles Greek souvlaki or shishkebab. Summertime in Moscow is a constant pussy parade. After so many months of cold dark weather, all of the girls come out to strut their stuff. Any place you can sit and drink a beer to watch the parade is a good place to be. We sat down at a makeshift outdoor dining tent right behind the Kremlin and ordered some Shashlik and a coupe of beers. We sat there for hours watching the parade until Al suggested that we move up to the prime pussy watching spot, the Pyramid at Pushkinskaya (detailed explanation in earlier post). We sat sipping beer and watching the girls for hours on this sunny Saturday afternoon. Al explained that the weather had been poor for the two weeks prior and that this was the first sunny day in a while so the talent was out in force. Wave upon wave of the most beautiful girls you can imagine – I kid you not. By 7:00 PM we were getting hungry and moved across the street to Goodman’s Steak House where you can get a very nice meal for a reasonable price (for Moscow standards). After dinner we migrated down Tverskaya Street towards the Kremlin to the Cactus Bar where we were going to meet up with a couple of other guys. It’s a Tex-Mex place with passable food and good atmosphere. The place was hopping with a live band and there was plenty of nice looking babes walking in. It was literally standing room only and we were all packed in like sardines. By 9:30 PM you couldn’t even get a drink so we decided to move on. The two guys we were with (Anatoli and Feodor) were living in Russia but were ethnically from one of the Stans (Turkmenistan or Tajikistan) and had fairly dark skin, hair and eyes. They said there was a group from work that were going to be at Che Guevara’s to celebrate a birthday and that there were going to be some hot girls in the group. Che Guevara’s is a very popular place amongst those who like to Salsa dance so were optimistic about our prospects. When we got there, however the “Face Control” guys would not let Anatoli and Feodor in. Al and I were ok, but they didn’t want the dark guys coming in. This was not the first racial discrimination I had seen in Russia, but it shocked me because these guys were better dressed than I was (and certainly younger and better looking). I tried convincing the FC guys with a little cash but they were not budging. Finally, Al and I said that if they would not let our friends in, then we were not going in either. The FC guys wished us a good evening and asked us to step aside. Whoa – snubbed in Moscow.

By now it was after 10:00 PM and we were on the street with no place to go. I suggested the Safari Lodge as an alternative and both A&F moaned and said that they didn’t want to go, but we managed to persuade then that we were in position to be choosey. A quick taxi ride later were descending the stairs into the SL. It was pretty busy so it was a while before we could find spots to sit along the wall (padded bench seats that run around the perimeter of each room the two rooms) and join in the rotation. As I have explained in previous posts, the Safari Lodge is basically a titty bar with two large rooms. There are low bench seats along the walls with small stages in the middle. The topless dancers each take their turn on stage but that’s not the main attraction. The reason you come to SL is to have one of the 3 dozen or so girls come and give you a lap dance. And this is full contact “clutch and grab” lap dancing. When the music stops, you pay the girl 100 rubles (about $3.00) and she moves over to the guy sitting to your left while another babe comes over to sit on your lap for the next song. It’s like the most perfect titty bar you could imagine. The greatest danger is running out of 100 Ruble notes. The drinks are reasonable and the staff is friendly. The only girls that are wearing tops are the hookers. They will sit or stand around scoping out potential targets. You can either take them upstairs to one of a few private rooms for sex or you can take them off site for some fun. The rates vary quite a bit with girl and day of the week (supply and demand). An hour onsite is typically $150 - $200) and an off site trip can be as much as $350.

Al and I had been drinking beer since 2:00 PM so I despite the fun I was having sitting in the rotation, I needed to go to the head which is located upstairs in the restaurant. When I came back down, by spot on the bench had been taken so I got a drink and stood by the bar. Minutes later I felt a hand on my crotch and turned around to see the smiling faces of the dynamic duo – Anna Banana and Big Irina. I had tried to get a three way going with them on the previous trip in March and botched the whole attempt because I didn’t have enough cash. They were actually Marina and Irina, but Al had nick named them because he couldn’t keep them straight. Marina was a medium height with brown hair and Irina was a tall blonde who was wearing the same bustier I had been admiring last time. Fabulous tits. BTW – both girls were from Ukraine and I was quickly learning that most of the girls at the better strip clubs were also from Ukraine. Apparently, as many as 1 million girls have left Ukraine in search of prostitution jobs in foreign countries like Russia, Bahrain, Dubai, and even Brazil. So I wonder what the major export of Ukraine is? But I digress.
This time, I had plenty of cash and was determined to strike a deal for a three way or Troika (A troika is the term for a sled pulled by three horses but the word has other uses). Rather than going offsite, I got them to agree to $300 for one hour upstairs. Marina took my money and took care of logistics while I fondled Irina’s boobs through her bustier. Man, she was hot. Marina returned a few minutes later and told us we would have to wait another 20 minutes before a room was free. I offered to buy a round of drinks and Irina suggested a small bottle of vodka. Oh shit – here we go. I nursed mine but the girls were not shy and had a few shots each. To pass the time the girls started with the kissing and fondling. Marina had my zipper down and her hand in my pants getting me primed when our turn came to go upstairs. We then staggered up the winding stair case to the “Dacha” as it’s called . Technically, the Dacha is not on the premises so you go up the back stairs – go outside across the courtyard – up another set of stairs to a short hall with a few doors. Once inside, Marina locked the door and hit the shower while Irina took my clothes off and started a little massage action. I could not wait to get a look at those tits and got her bustier off. They were spectacular. Not huge – but high firm and of perfect shape. Marina came out of the shower and they switched places. While Irina was in the shower, Marina (who was shorter and more petite – I suppose you could call her a spinner) made sure I stayed at attention for the festivities. When Irina was done I took a very quick rinse (we were on the clock after all) and joined the ladies.

The first order of business was to give Irina a pearl necklace. I had admiring those beautiful breasts for a while now and could not wait to ride her chest. Marina was fascinated with the idea and dispensed plenty of KY while she deep throated Irina with her tongue as I slid my dick between Irina’s perfect tits. Irina reached up and stuck her hand between Marina’s legs and started to work on her while I reached back and stuck my hand between Irina’s legs. Pretty soon we were all moaning and ready to pop. Marina must have decided to help things along and she stuck her head at the top of Irina’s cleavage and tongued my dick as it appeared with each stroke. I squirted all over Irina’s chest and neck as Marina clapped her hands with glee. She was like a little kid at Christmas. They let me relax for a few minutes and started in with a little 69 action for me to watch. Irina was on the bottom and glanced over at me pointing at Marina’s pussy. She slipped out from under her and motioned me to take Marina doggy style. Once Irina put a condom on me guided me into Marina, she positioned herself in front of Marina so that Marina could continue eating her twat. This was a fist for me and I was enjoying every bit of it. It took me a while to pop again but Irina didn’t seem to mind as Marina had her head burrowed into her crotch. When I finally did come Marina arched back and looked like she had been eating watermelon she was so covered in pussy juice. Irina wanted her turn at my dick but I was getting exhausted. However she insisted that I mount her missionary style and coached me on with the now familiar “Davai, davai – come on, come on”. Marina reclined beside us and gently rubbed my ass while I pumped away. I was almost relieved to hear the knock came on the door to tell us that time was almost up. The three-peat was not in the cards and I eased my way out of Irina and she hit the shower while I collapsed on the bed beside Marina. She pointed to my rapidly deflating member and asked “finished”? No kidding sweetheart. I WAS FINISHED. After another quick rinse, we went downstairs for another drink and played around at the bar for another hour or so. I&M decided they were going to find me a nice girl to go home with and kept bringing candidates over for me to “interview”. What a laugh. These girls (like all the girls at SL) were really good natured and playful. The like to laugh and while they are in the world’s oldest profession, they seem to have a great attitude and are not too pushy.

I had been on the move since 8:00 AM and it was now getting pretty late. I was exhausted and ready to get some sleep. I hopped a cab and headed back to the hotel.

WEDNESDAY
After a few days to recover, I decided it was time for some more action. Despite my best efforts to branch out, I gravitated back to the Safari Lodge; it was Wednesday night and the crowd was just right. I took my place on the bench and enjoyed the rotation for a while when I dark haired beauty named Dora sat next to me. Dora was a fairly tall girl at about 5’8” and her dark hair was cut in what I would call Amazonas style. It was almost jet black and was long and straight with the bangs cut straight making her look a little like a Brazilian from the Amazon region although she told me she was Ukrainian (big surprise). Her skin was pale with sharp blue eyes – what a rare combination. What impressed me most was her muscle tone. I mean this girl was buffed. Her boobs appeared to be B – C and you could see the muscle definition in her arms. I kidded her about being a weight lifter and she laughed out loud and told me that she had been a dancer. Communicating with Dora was difficult. She spoke no English at all and spoke Russian with an accent that was hard for me to understand. I don’t think she had heard foreigners try to speak Russian either because she seemed to be having a hard time understanding my attempt at Russian as well. I tried to negotiate with her to go upstairs for a hour and the best she would do was $250. I did my best but she would not budge. She even walked away while I enjoyed a few more lap dances but came back and asked if I had changed my mind. I asked her if she would go up for $175 but she laughed at me and said no. I was getting a little ticked off but every time she came back I got a better look at those legs and the rest of her tight body and was growing curious (not to mention worked up). Picture this, I’ve got a hot little spinner sitting in my lap grinding her pelvis into me while she’s got her tits in my face. Meanwhile, there’s a Dora sitting next to me whispering what’s she will do to me (not that I understood what she was saying mind you) so I relented and agreed to $250 and handed her the cash. She told me to wait while she got ready so I just stayed in my seat enjoying more of the show. When she returned a while later, she had her jeans, boots and coat on and was motioning me towards the exit. Bloody hell – we were going for an all nighter! Talk about your communication breakdown. What a pleasant surprise. We grabbed a cab on the street and headed back to the hotel.

It must have been all of 2:00 AM when we arrived at the hotel. The now familiar night doorman raised his eyebrows slightly when he let us in. I felt daggers when we passed the front desk as Olga the night desk clerk watched us walk towards the elevators. (I had been flirting with Olga intensely on the last trip although liaisons with guests is strictly prohibited). We rode up to the room and went inside. When she came out of the shower I almost gasped because this girl had the body of a goddess. Perfect tits, a tight ass that you could bounce quarters off of, and a washboard stomach. She was shaved clean and had abs that were so tight that you could almost not see the pubic mound. We were talking serious dancer here. I almost ran into the shower and came out fully erect in anticipation of the fuck of the season. She was sitting on the bed with her purse in her lap when she announced that she had no condoms. FUCK! Wait a moment, I fished around in my shaving bag and found two. I had gotten so used to these girls having their own kit that I had allowed myself to come to Moscow relatively unprepared.

This girl was an acrobat. After the putting condom on with the mouth trick, she literally pushed my on my back and pounced on me. The she stood straight up looking down at me and squatted down taking the head of my dick into her pussy. With her hands on her knees she bobbed up and down with short little strokes and then dropped down, took me up to the hilt for a moment and then pulled nearly off and bobbed up and down again. This went on and on for what seemed like forever. She had amazing abdominal muscles and squeezed me with each long stroke. When I was just about to pop, she stopped and reversed around, grabbed my ankles and continued to pound me until I exploded. Holy shit what a work out.

She finally laid down and I was able to get my hands on her body – until now it was all her. She was as hard as stone with each muscle superbly defined. Pretty soon I was up again and she covered me up with the second condom. This time, she wanted me behind her and pushed back so hard she almost knocked me over. I drove her as hard as I could and she screamed for more. I started exploring her anus with my free hand and she seemed quite receptive to my probing but we were going at it so hard doggy style that it was going to have to wait. I popped again moments later and she was pushing back so hard that I dared not stop. I leaned back a little and she rose up putting her hands on the head board and came in a flurry. After getting rid of the condom, she came back to bed with a cigarette on her mouth and a wet cloth. She opened the window to let the smoke out and the cool night air felt good as she gave me a little sponge bath. She pulled a small bottle of lube out of her bag and put a little in my hand while she lay on her belly and slightly open her legs. Massaging the small of her back I quickly moved to her ass and went back to a little anal exploration. She moaned with delight and I was erect again with anticipation when I realized that we had just tossed our last condom. Oh shit. Talk about your dilemma. While I may have chanced a bare back ride in her pussy, I just wasn’t prepared to explore her nether reaches without some sort of barrier. I’m no expert in HIV, but Moscow is a high risk city and I was not about to take any chances. Damn it. I slammed the pillow with my fist in frustration and then she realized what I was so pissed about. After some disjointed discussion about the situation we decided not to make a trip to the local pharmacy and to forgo the anal adventure. She must have felt bad because she coaxed Mr. Happy back to life and gave me an enthusiastic BBBJ as consolation. She asked me if I wanted her to stay, but I decided that would not be a good idea in light of the equipment shortage. She asked me to walk her down to the lobby but I declined and took her only to the lift. I got the obligatory phone call from the front desk a few minutes later asking if everything was all right. I told them it was and called it a night. As I drifted off to sleep, I made a mental note to go out and buy a few dozen condoms.

Next morning, I headed downstairs for breakfast and when I walked off the elevator I just about ran right into Olga the desk clerk. She apologized profusely and did double take when she recognized me. A sly little grin came to her face and I think I must have blushed because she grinned even more. She was a hot little number and just as sweet a face as you could want. I would have just loved to gone around the block with her. Maybe next time.

THURSDAY
Considering the workout session I had with Dora the night before, I could not wait to get back to the SL. I was heading back to the States on an early flight Saturday and Friday night was already booked with clients so it was tonight or never. I met up with some first timers to Moscow and they wanted to hit the legendary Night Flight so we dropped in for dinner. It’s normally a good idea to call ahead for reservations but we got lucky. During dinner, two of the most stunning model quality girls came up for “dinner” at about 8:45 PM and sat down two tables over. Gentlemen, I kid you not – these were runway model quality girls. It was getting embarrassing because one of my pals just could not stop gawking. Behind us were two other guys that sounded Northern European (Germans or perhaps Danes) at a table for four. One of these guys casually walks up to the girls and asks if they would care to join them for dinner. Of course they agree and sit down with them. Why the hell didn’t I think of that??????

After the expected running of the gauntlet, we had a few more drinks at the night club on the ground floor at Night Flight. And as expected, none of these girls were going anywhere for under $500. Heck it was only 10:00 PM and none were desperate so the price wasn’t going down for several hours. So (big surprise) we headed off to the Safari Lodge yet again. I hate to sound repetitious, but SL is the best deal in Moscow. But by now, too many of the girls were starting to recognize me – three times in a week is a lot I suppose. Hey – here for a good time not a long time.

After a while I found Dora and negotiated a quick hour of her time “on-site” this time. She wanted $200, but relented when I reminded her of the “no condom” gaff she pulled earlier in the week and relented at $125. She took me up to a room that I had not seen before. Not as nice as the first on I had been to with Marina & Irina, but not bad. Certainly smaller – but who cares. Tonight was more like nude wrestling than sex. If I wanted to fuck her then I was going to have to pin her. I never worked so hard in my life – but it was exhilarating. She was quite strong and seems to feel the need to dominate me. It took me a while to catch on to her game but what a wild time. I was rewarded for my efforts with the session of anal that I did not get the night before. Without getting into the graphic details, it was the closest I have ever come to getting my dick ripped off. This girl could crush walnuts in her ass. The hour was over in no time and I swore under my breath when I heard the familiar knock at the door. I would have gone again but I was a little concerned about the newbies I had brought to SL so we wrapped it up and went back to the bar. The boys were enjoying themselves and didn’t even notice I had been gone for an hour.

FRIDAY
A large group of us all went out for Mexican food at the Cactus Bar. Pretty decent, but crowded. We had a Russian girl in the group who was acting as a translator who said that she and her friends all meet every Friday night for Salsa Dancing and would we all like to join her? What the hell. We all caught cabs and headed for “Pancho Villa’s”. The name of the street escapes me, but it is right near the French Embassy. It’s another Mexican style restaurant with a great bar downstairs and a decent sized dance floor. The translator was not exaggerating because there were about a dozen very nice looking girls all Salsa dancing. As the time wore on it was getting more and more crowded with awesome looking girls. Since I had a car coming for me at 4:00 AM at the hotel, I wasn’t game for anything but it’s DEFINITELY worth a return visit for the next trip. You could tell that these girls were up for some action and the female to male ratio was about 3:1. Put Pancho Villa on your must visit list for Moscow.