Grace's Journey Ch. 05

I'm not sure of the exact time I awoke but I languished in the soft bed with a warm glow reflecting on the night and the new friends I'd made. I could hear the en-suite shower going and Max was no-where to be seen so I assumed he was washing down. Katerina was still sleeping, still looking absolutely beautiful and as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth; looks can be so deceiving.

"Good morning Grace" Max appeared in the en-suite doorway adorned only with a towel round his waist. After the night we'd had, I'm not sure why he bothered with that.

"I want to thank you Grace, that was one of the best nights we've ever had at the club, you were awesome and I'm pretty sure you've made a new best friend" he motioned to Katerina.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" "Did I enjoy myself" I repeated slowly "Yes Max, I most certainly did. That was beyond anything that I could have imagined, thank you" He smiled wryly.

"So did I" Katerina chipped in who was also now waking. She slid over the bed and gave me a very Russian peck on the cheek.

"Ladies, how about we get breakfast" Max suggested.

He headed for the stairs and Katerina and I threw on bath robes and followed him, both of us moving a bit creakily, given the physical abuse we'd suffered the night before. We headed downstairs with Katerina leading. She'd obviously been here before and knew where she was going. We entered a large airy country kitchen at the back of the house, half kitchen, half conservatory/breakfast room. Max headed over to brew coffee.

"Ladies, please help yourself. There is fresh juice, fruits and cold meats in the fridge, cereal or toast over there" he motioned. "Please help yourselves and coffee will be with you shortly."

He pulled back the sliding glass doors which retracted fully across the entire back wall allowing the lovely moist garden air to enter. It was a warm sunny Sunday morning with the birds in the trees chirping merrily. I could see the back of my house and I reflected for a moment how lucky I was to be living in such luxury. Not only living in luxury, as my income easily put me in the top 1% of earners in the UK, but to have landed next door to these lovely horny depraved people.

I helped myself to a bowel of fresh fruit and yogurt and settled at the table. Max brought over a steaming pot of coffee; it smelt lovely. It hadn't struck me until now how hungry I was; all that physical activity takes it out of a girl.

The phone rings over on one of the worktops and Max heads off to answer it.

"So Katerina, tell me about yourself" I'm intrigued by my new friend. Not only about her very obvious sex addiction but also about her as a person.

"Well, Grace, where do I start; I am Katerina Anastasia Viktoriya Kinllovich, I am 32, third daughter of Vladimir Kinllovich who is the son of Grand Duke Vladimir Kinllovich who was the son of Grand Duke Cyrill Vladimirovich who was the son of Alexander II, Emperor of Russia. I have been educated at the Phillips Academy in the USA and Collège Alpin International Beau Soleil, Switzerland, although I got suspended there due to 'inappropriate behaviour', and before you ask, yes that suspension involved guys, more than one, and I have to say in my defence, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

My family have business interests in property, banking, oil & gas, technology, commodities, aerospace, defence, and public utilities. We own properties in Russia, specifically, in Omsk, Nizhny Novgorod, Novosibirsk, St Petersburg and Moscow, and in a number of smaller towns, as well as in the UK, France, Germany, Monaco, Switzerland, Italy, Sweden, Egypt, Dubai, China, Hong Kong, Mexico and the USA. We own two islands off the coast of Vietnam and four more in the Caribbean, although thinking about it, I'm not sure if we sold off those in Vietnam. We own two yachts and two Gulfstream jets. I'm told that I'm a director of ninety-seven companies and a beneficiary of nine trust funds, although to be honest Grace, I'm not sure; I can't keep up with it all."

Wooaahh, I had to do a reality check." "Jeeez", was all I could contribute.

"Igor has been with me since I was 16. He is my protector, he's foiled two abduction attempts, he provides me with that personal attention I need. I never go anywhere without him. To be brutally honest Grace, he's been by my side every day for the last 15 years. He doesn't tell me what to do, he doesn't get jealous or fall in love with me; he just protects me and fucks me Grace, he fucks me senseless. What more could a girl ask for. If it were not for his double helping every day, sometimes two or three times a day, I think I'd go mad. The bit I think you're really interested in though is how did I get into all of this, is that right?" Katerina motioned around us. "Well, I wasn't going to ask outright but yes I am interested."

"So, from my early teens Grace, I've always been promiscuous, horny, dirty and very highly sexed. I love sex, more than that I'm addicted to it; I never ever get enough! It started when I was about fourteen with me fucking one of the gardeners at my uncle's estate. That turned into five gardeners and two chauffeurs, and it snowballed from there. I was put into therapy for sex addiction when I was sixteen, but I ended up fucking the therapist and his assistant." I couldn't help but snigger.

"I'm lucky enough that I don't have to work, well not in the traditional sense of the word, so I spend my time visiting the countries where we have family properties, I have friends, and seeking out the hottest, most erotic experiences I can find. You would be surprised Grace the doors that open to the uber-rich. I know people think of me as a spoilt little rich girl, which I am, but I don't care. I'm not going to apologize for my family's wealth, and if I can use it to further my own life adventures, then why not." and I have to say I agreed with Katerina, especially give my experiences of last night.

I met Max a few years ago which was when my addiction really took off. Most people talk of an addiction as a problem; Grace, I honestly love it. It makes me happy; it gives me purpose it's the reason I live. Maybe one day I'll want to settle down but right now, I want, I need to experience everything.

"What about you Grace? you seemed to have slipped into this lifestyle very easily?"

I think for a moment and reflect on the changes I've experienced over recent months. From my early teens, I too had always been a total dirty slut. I'd always used my body and looks to get what I wanted. With my move into the City, I transitioned from being a street slut to a posh slut, and from guys using me for sex to me using them for sex but even that move hadn't quelled my desires. If anything, they continued to grow and with my newfound access to the shelter, those desires erupted, initially as my private fantasies and fuck-studs, and now with my new collection of friends.

"Well Katerina, I certainly don't come from such elite stock as you, but I have been well educated and I've worked hard for everything I have. I'm definitely comfortable; I earn more than I need to live and moving here, and meeting Max and you and the others has opened new horizons for me.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Katerina asks very matter of factly "I'm in Canary Wharf, working" I respond.

"Come with me Grace, I have to go to St Petersburg this afternoon, then we could zip down to Cannes or Monaco tomorrow. There's an awesome private club in Monaco that will blow your mind; I mean really blow your mind.

"Are you serious?" I ask.

"Of course, you and I are kindred spirits Grace; I know we've only just met but I want you alongside me for this journey"

"Ok, but what about a visa? Getting a Russian visa takes weeks."

"You have a passport, don't you?", "Of course," I replied.

"Could you get it?", "Yes, it's in the house" I motioned at the back of my property.

Katerina grabs her phone and dials; "Igor, I have an errand for you to run please. Grace will have her passport here in fifteen minutes. I need you to take it to the Russian embassy. Speak to Wadim Popov or Sergei Kozlova and get a visa issued. We're leaving at 4pm for St Petersburg and Grace is coming with us."

"I don't care if its Sunday. Both of them owe me favours and I would like a visa stamped in Grace's passport before we leave."

"There, all sorted. If you run and grab your passport, Igor will fix this little problem for us, as he does for so many other things" I returned a few minutes later passport in hand. Igor had already appeared, and as I saw him dressed for the first time, he reminded me of the Russian boxer in Rocky IV; Ivan Drago, even without hair and dressed in what was clearly an expensive tailored suit, I could see his ripped physique and that impressive bulge in his pants.

He took my passport commenting that he would return in a couple of hours. Katerina was right, it was amazing what could be achieved if you were uber-rich.

"The Gulfstream is at Northolt, and I want to be away by about 4pm so I suggest that we leave here around 3pm. She makes another quick call and apparently, a limousine is arranged for 3pm.

Max then re-appeared and pulled me aside. "Grace, we need to talk; I've been thinking about last night. As I told you, this club you've been indoctrinated into is very select and very private. The members, all of whom are wealthy women, pay a significant amount of money for both the services I provide and promise of total privacy.

The club is run by me, with Enzo and Tomo supporting, and I would like you to join us. That means, you get club membership without paying any fees which in turn means that you get to help us design and setup the events and you get free attendance at all the events, an example of which was last night. I've been doing this twenty years Grace and I've never made this offer to anyone else, ever! I don't want you to answer immediately but please think about it. I hear your accompanying Katerina for a few days so let's talk when you return. You would of course be handsomely recompensed for your time and efforts; being paid to be fucked, now there's a turn-up I didn't expect.

We have an hour before the limo arrives so I de-camp back to my house to shower, change and pack a small overnight bag. Returning to Max's, a gleaming black Mercedes limo sits on the gravel driveway together with chauffeur armed with polishing rag; apparently that's what they do. I go in and Katerina is preparing to leave. Igor appears from a side room and hands me back my passport, including a nicely newly stamped Russian visa, problem solved!

"Are we ready Grace?" Katerina asks.

"Ready as a dog with a bone" I reply chirpily. Katerina looks puzzled "Yes ready" I clarify; British humour.

An hour later we swing into Northolt private airport, past security then past customs. We pull up next to a gleaming white Gulfstream G700 private jet. Katerina leads and we board. Inside it's like a 7-star hotel; plush carpet, polished mahogany and leather abound. We settle into an open area in the middle of the plane with six luxurious seats. I note Igor, two pilots and two flight attendants. We all buckle in and the pilot appears at the cabin doorway.

"Good afternoon, Katerina" clearly Katerina is a regular traveller.

"Good afternoon, Mikhail" is everything in order for the flight?

"It is maam, we expect take-off clearance in the next ten minutes. Cruising altitude will be 41,000ft, flight time to St Petersburg is approximately three hours and ten minutes and I hear the weather there is sunny, albeit a little chilly."

"Excellent, thanks you Mikhail"

We settle in and are soon airborne. Half an hour into the flight we are served trays of champagne, coffee and snacks. Maybe I'm over analysing but I can't help but notice that both the flight attendants look like Chips in uniforms. I'm wondering whether Katerina ever partakes of her indulgences while travelling; my mind wanders. The flight is uneventful, and we land at Pulkovo airport and taxi to a private hanger where another limo is waiting. We are whisked through Russian security and customs unimpeded and are soon on our way. I've been used to business class commercial travel for some time, but this really is how the other half live.

"I have to sign some papers for one of our companies" Katerina says, "Hopefully, it won't take too long. I've booked a private room at the Il Ritorno this evening Grace; it really is delightful."

"Have you ever been to Russia before?" Katerina asks

"I have not" I reply "although I hear its very beautiful."

"It is" Katerina responds wistfully "very beautiful, although very troubled as well."

Katerina pushes a button, and a black glass divider slides up between us and the driver.

"Igor, I need you" Katerina barks.

She slips forward in the seat and spreads her legs. Igor who is sitting quietly in the other seat facing us responds immediately getting down on his knees and burying his head in Katerina's crotch; he's definitely done this before. Had it not been for the events of last night I might have been offended but surprising myself, I took it in my stride. Before long Katerina is wriggling and groaning with Igor's mouth clearly fastened on her clit. She holds the back of his head hard against her and I see shivers rippling through her; orgasm number one I guess.

"Fuck me Igor, if you don't make me cum in under two minutes, I'm going to cut your fucking balls off, do you understand?" Ivan Drago doesn't answer. He does however drop his trousers and release his oversized manhoods, that he proceeds to wank and then force his half-hard lower cock into Katerina. No niceties, no touching or fondling, just a deep plunge. He keeps pushing until all but two inches are buried deep inside her. He grabs her hips and pushes harder. Katerina grunts. I can see her belly distending. He starts to fuck her slowly, his top cock sliding over her belly. Slowly but very deeply Igor fucks Katerina.

"Make me cum Igor" Katerina barks.

He speeds his thrusts, deep and hard now.

I can see Katerina responding. Her pussy is dripping juice, Igor's cock now wet and slippery. He ups it another gear and starts to ram her hard. Katerina is whimpering seemingly ready to cum. She grips Igor's arms and clenches hard, her nails digging in and her eyes rolling part back in her head. He keeps going and she cums again; orgasm number two.

"Cum for me Igor" Katerina instructs.

Igor switches to short pre-cum strokes and I can see him concentrating. In a few moments he too clenches dumping what I expect is a big load of cum into Katerina's hot pussy. Without hesitation, she pushes him back onto the limo floor.

"Get yourself cleaned up" she instructs.

She takes a small towel out of a storage compartment and wipes away her juices and Igor's leaking cum.

"Not bad Igor. I will rate you 7/10 for that effort" I wait for Igor's response; silence.

"Grace, do you want to fuck?" Katerina asks so matter of factly. "Igor has more than enough to go around and can in fact cum four or five times one after another "If you need a fuck, tell him"

My immediate reaction was absolutely not, but watching Katerina enjoying herself had aroused my feelings and I could feel my juices starting to flow "Why not I thought?"

"Yes, I need fucking too" I heard myself saying; where the hell did that come from!

"Igor, going forward, I want you to respond to Grace's instructions as if they were mine. Do you understand?", "Yes of course maam" Igor responds with that deep Russian drawl.

I pull up my short skirt up, slide my arse forward on the seat and spread my legs wide. I'm moist but not wet but that doesn't deter him. He kneels up and offers his top dick to my pussy. Pushing forward the first couple of inches he enters me. I feel so dirty and depraved; fucking in a moving limo with my new friend watching, I love it. He fucks me slowly at first, inch upon inch entering me. I'd forgotten how thick his cock is and I feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him. Halfway in and I'm feeling plugged but now my newest fuck friend ups the ante entering me deeper and harder. I catch my breath as I feel my juices flowing; I'm convinced this man really does have the best cock in the world.

Igor lifts himself up and forces me back in the seat, his legs pinning my legs apart. He rises over me and starts serious fucking. I can feel his strength and him hitting the depths of my pussy, stretching it deep inside me. His rhythm settles with that massive monster dick pounding me. I can feel the sensation starting, the tingling in my pussy.

Katerina is sitting back watching the show with a smirk on her face, clearly enjoying the view.

"Pound her Igor, come on you stud; pound that pussy and make my friend cum."

Igor does just that, hammering harder and harder into me. I catch my breath, but the wave is coming now, I can feel every inch of his fat cock splitting me apart. I see stars and that amazing feeling washes over me. He keeps pounding, his cock ripping my pussy apart.

"I want Grace to cum again Igor, don't you fucking dare slow down" I appreciated Katerina's motivational intentions but I'm already well on the way to my second orgasm. Every muscle in my body clenches as the second wave hits me; its intense and I lock onto him. I can smell this man's body odour; all man, I love it.

"Now Igor I want you to cum, come inside Grace Igor" I'm sensing Katerina is enjoying this strange three-way relationship; notwithstanding the submission last night to Max, she definitely has a dominant streak. The pounding continues with that lovely cock endlessly fucking deep into me. His strokes were getting shorter and harder now, the urgency building. He's getting close to cumming, but I'm closer and another wave washes over me and then another. I'm willing him to cum, but he seems to fuck forever. A fifth orgasm hits me just as I feel Igor's cock swell and his hot seed pour out into me. God, that feels good. he's still moving inside me, I feel so sensitive. His massive tool keeping me alive.

"Igor, you will not stop; switch" I hear Katerina command; I would question what that means but I'm just about to find out.

He pulls out of me with a dirty 'plop', his cock glistens with a mix of my pussy juice and his cum. Without warning he lifts up his other dick and immediately re-fills me. The fucking starts again, deep and hard. That was unexpected and I catch my breath, preparing for another pounding, and that is indeed what happens with Igor fucking me like it's his last day on earth for the next half an hour as we drive through the outskirts of St Petersburg. I cum another five times, every one harder than the last. I'm quivering now; so sensitive. Every movement he makes tips me into another orgasm. He lowers himself on me and his weight pushes me down into the leather seat. He's smothering me, fucking me in short hard strokes, into my already super sensitive pussy. This switch to his lower cock together with the change of position means hid upper cock is constantly rubbing over the top of my clit, backwards and forwards repeatedly. My bud is on fire and before I have time to even think all my orgasms combine into a single mind-blowing crescendo. My whole body explodes, I grip Igor as if my life depended on it and let out a pained shriek. He doesn't stop, he never fucking stops, especially as he came about half an hour ago, how does that work. I'm fast descending into incoherence, my body not responding, and all on the streets of a Russian city, wtf!

Eventually I feel Igor's thrusts quicken and for the second time in an hour, he unloads his hot sticky seed into me. He slows and eventually stops fucking me. I've honestly no idea how many times I've cum, possibly twenty-five, maybe thirty. I am completely spent. Katerina sits quietly to the side with a massive grin on her face.

"Welcome to the limo club" she exclaims.

She hands me another cleaning towel and I wipe myself down.

"Ohh my fucking god" is all I can utter. My heads spinning, my body feels pulverised.

The limo slows and we stop in the courtyard of a massive townhouse.

"Come Grace, we're here" before I know it Katerina has exited the car with me doing my best to follow her; not one of my limbs does what I tell it to, and I can feel my juices and Igor's sticky cum running down my legs. Katerina bounds up the steps almost like the fucking she's just had has given her renewed energy. I tread more gingerly.

"Grace, I have to sign some documents. Emiliya, please show Grace to the guest suite and show her my wardrobe."

"Grace, take whatever you like. I will be back soon."

Emiliya, leads me up one of two curved marble staircases that run each side of the hallway. The walls are adorned with paintings of who I assume are Russian nobility. At the top we turn left, and enter the guest suite, and what a suite it is. There is a sizable living room, drawing room library, and ornate bedroom with a massive four-poster and huge en-suite bathroom. Emiliya then leads me across the hallway to Katerina's suite which is similar in layout but even bigger with a huge walk-in wardrobe.

"Miss Grace, this is Katerina's wardrobe. Please take anything that suits you." if you need me, please just ring the bell. She motions to an old servant bell in the living room. There is one in the guest suite as well.

"Thank you Emiliya" I scan the wardrobe; it goes on forever. All I can see are designer clothes and accessories everywhere; D&G, Prada, Gucci, Dior, Versace, Louis Vuitton, Channel. On a rack at one end are what I quickly count as at least several hundred pairs of designer shoes, including I note some very sexy Christian Louboutin heels. I've never been a massive fashion fan, but I select a number of items that look like they'll fit me and retrench back to the guest suite. A hot shower to wash away the sex dirt and a change of clothes and I'm feeling far more human.

I'm starting to understand a bit about her life. Katerina really does have awesome sex available on-tap twenty-four hours a day; I'm very envious. She soon appears announcing that her business is done.

"I'm going to get cleaned up and we can head off to Il Ritorno, I just know you'll love it" she announces.

An hour later and we're back in the limo. We arrive at Il Ritorno and are ushered through to a private dining room, very plush. What follows is without doubt the most delicious meal I have ever had; there was no menu, as the restaurant clearly knew Katerina. What proceeded to be served were five small starter courses followed by eight small main courses, every one of which contained the most gorgeous food you could imagine. Likewise, the wine, of which I've no idea the price, was divine. I was definitely getting used to living this luxury.

"There" Katerina contemplated at the end of the meal "now I feel better; good sex, good orgasms and good food, what more does a girl need", she smiled at me almost lovingly.

"I suggest Grace that we get a good night's sleep and head down to Monaco tomorrow morning. Igor, could you please let Mikhail know that we'll be needing the Gulfstream again?"

Returning to the townhouse we turned in for the night, both pretty wiped out. I headed towards the Guest Suite only for Katerina to intercept me. "Why don't you stay with me tonight Grace" we headed to her room, got naked and both fell into a deep sleep. I awoke to bright sunlight piercing through the curtains. I could see Emiliya over the other side of the room doing Emiliya things. Katerina calls from the en-suite.

"Grace, here my lovely" the shower is already running with steam wafting out. As I enter, Katerina grabs my arm and pulls me in. The water is soft and warm and we soap each other down almost as if we're a loving couple. Thoroughly cleansed, we head over to the dining area where Emiliya has laid out a light breakfast; fruit, eggs, juice and coffee; my sort of breakfast. That devoured, we collect the smallest of travel bags and head out to the limo; an hour later and we're back at Pulkovo boarding the Gulfstream; apparently flight time to Monaco, or Nice airport to be more specific is three and a half hours. We take off at ten promptly, climb through the clouds and settle into what turns out to be another uneventful flight. It strikes me that this to Katerina is the same as me catching the Jubilee Line to Canary Wharf, although far less stressful, especially with chauffeurs, maids and Igor always on standby to help you.

Nice/Monaco is one hour behind St Petersburg, and we land at twelve thirty. We're met by another limo and whisked to the heliport for the short hop to Monaco. I've done this journey a few times before and I always love the ride out over the clear blue Mediterranean. Landing in Monaco we board yet another limo for the short ride to the Hotel de Paris, directly opposite the Café de Paris and next to the famous Monaco Casino. We're in the Diamond Suite, Prince Rainier III no less. This isn't a suite, it's a townhouse all of its own; large living room, 2 large bedrooms that sleep six adults, a dining room that seats twelve, a sun terrace, with pool, and so it goes on.

"Good afternoon, Miss Kinllovich, it's so good to see you again" the concierge greats us at the steps.

"Good afternoon, Albert" Katerina responds "what a glorious day it is"

"Indeed, it is maam" we are whisked directly up to the room whilst Igor deals with check-in. Fifteen minutes later and I'm relaxing on the sun terrace, taking in the glorious Monaco weather and overlooking a dozen multi-million-dollar yachts in the marina.

"What do you think Grace, a few hours sunbathing then maybe a bit of shopping?" Katerina asks.

I'm nervous; I can't compete with her wealth, and I don't want to be financially embarrassed. Katerina sees what must be my concerned look. "Don't worry, this is all my treat", "thank you" is all I have to respond with.

The few hours sunbathing turned into four hours of naked sunbathing with Igor being instructed to liberally apply suntan to both of us. I could see it was turning him on and I'm sure Katerina was aware, but she just ignored him. This was apparently 'our girl time' and Igor's time would come later. I could guess what that meant.

It was around 5pm with the heat reducing. "We should go shopping" Katerina exclaimed. We got dressed and ambled out of the hotel, heading nowhere in particular.

"Grace, I want to buy you a gift; a sort of welcome meeting gift" Katerina exclaimed.

There's no need for that I responded. "No, I'm serious. I feel we've really hit it off and I like you. I don't have many true friends. I want us to be true friends."

"Thank you, Katerina, I agree we have hit it off, and I have to confess that I'm slightly in awe of you and your lifestyle."

"My friends call me Kat, Grace, I would be honoured to include you as one of those friends."

"I would love that Kat" I responded.

We amble around Casino Square window shopping. Kat stopped at a jewellery store scanning the obviously expensive watches. "Ohh, I love that one" she pointed. The label read 'Cartier Panthére de Cartier Watch' in rose gold. There were no prices shown on any of the goods.

"Will you try that for me Grace?" we entered the shop, and the assistant produced the watch and delicately put it on my wrist. I have to confess, it was beautiful.

"Do you like it Grace?" Kat seemed genuinely concerned.

"I do, I love it" I responded, without wanting to sound like a money grabber.

Without hesitation or even asking the price Kat confirmed "We'll take it please" and before I could respond, she was reaching for her purse. A swipe of a card and I was now the proud owner of a €40k rose gold Cartier.

We pottered round the shops of Monaco for a few hours returning to the hotel around eight. It was a warm sultry night. "Well Grace, I'm thinking that we need a bit of action tonight, what do you think?", "action?" I questioned, already knowing what my new best friend meant.

"Yes, action Grace; I'm feeling in need again" I grinned. It had been no more than six hours since Kat had demanded sex from Igor and twenty-four hours since our first meeting and a full night of multi-stud, multi-orgasm debauchery. She really was a nymphomaniac!

"Leave this with me" is Kat's instruction. "Text messaging is a wonderful thing" Kat mumbled, although I wasn't sure whether that was to herself or me, but she began typing furiously on her phone. A few minutes went by, and I hear the familiar beep beep beep of a message coming in. Kat scans the message with a growing smile.