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Eastern Step

... hotel. I didn’t mind, I wanted to see more of the city anyway, let the driver make a few detours and make a few extra bucks. We arrived at the Radisson soon enough. Both Olga’s and Irena’s jaws dropped as we got out of the Taxi. The Radisson was six to ten stories, had valets, a restaurant, and from the front it looked like there was a glass enclosed pool area on the roof (although I bet Olga and Irena didn’t know what that was from this angle). They just stood there in shock, awe or both. I took them both by the elbow and led them into the lobby. Naturally, the desk clerk spoke perfect English, so I was able to check in quickly. I led my two ladies to the elevator and we went up to our room on the seventh floor. I had to lead the two of them, I think that they were still in shock. Opening the door with the keycard, I distinctly heard Irena say, “Cool!” I guess she had learned that from me sometime in the last week. As they entered the room (a standard hotel room), Olga turned to me, muttered “Thank You! Spaceiba! Thank You!” and gave me a big hug and a nice long kiss. Irena was running all over the room checking out the king size bed, the new TV with remote, the shiny bathroom, the mini-fridge, but she froze when she pulled back the curtains. The view was breathtaking. We could see the river and a large part of old town. There was one of those soviet buildings that the soviets had built everywhere. There was even a barge or two on the river. The three of us just stared out ...

... the window for a few minutes. I was getting hungry since we had missed breakfast, so I suggested that we get some lunch/dinner (same word in Russian). The two of them immediately dived for their bag, pulling out dresses. I don’t know how they fit dresses in that tiny bag, but I wasn’t going to complain. I had been screwing Irena several times a day for the last week and hadn’t had any sex yet that day. I was even hornier than I was hungry. After watching the two of them pull off their travelling pants, I grabbed a squealing Olga and pulled her into the bathroom. Frenching, I slid down her panties, lifted her and sat her on the edge of the counter, opened my jeans, pulled myself out, and rammed home. She was already wet, so I just kept ramming. She started whispering, “Da” over and over, getting louder and louder. I noticed that we had forgotten to close the door and Irena was peering around the corner, grinning. Olga had her eyes shut as she screamed a final “Ohhh, DA!” and came, squeezing her tight cunt muscles around my cock and making me dump a load of jism into her. Irena popped her head back as Olga came down. Olga kissed me hard, then hopped off the counter, pulled up her panties, and then headed back into the main room. By the time I got back there they were buttoning up their dresses. We went down to the hotel restaurant, a pretty snobby place, obviously designed for businessmen. Olga and Irena were delighted with the maitre d’ who seated us and also with the waiter ...