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Kristen: Odessa and Beyond

By: ken philips



This story follows on from the ten-part series "Cruise With A Difference". You don't have to read the other series, but it makes a lot of sense to do so first. This story is set over five years after the amazing Mediterranean cruise Kristen took with her best friend, Katy. It is written as an epilogue, told by Kristen. The story begins with Kristen in hospital in Sydney.

Note: This story is entirely fictional written for readers' enjoyment, and bears no resemblance to any people living or dead. 




So here I am, Kristen Harrison, celebrity Russian model approaching 35 years of age, half sitting up in my private ward bed in the Mater Hospital in Sydney in February. I have pillows under my bum. 

I am nursing my newborn beautiful little baby girl, Katherine Janet, only born a few hours ago, and I am feeling this wonderful warm inner feeling as the milk flows out of me nurturing my newborn baby – not a sexual feeling, but something completely new and different for me. Katherine suckles enthusiastically on my full, now engorged 36F, left breast. 

My wonderful husband now of eleven years, Carl, is sitting beside me with the Sunday papers, with a smile a mile wide and talking enthusiastically about the birth and everything about it. He is watching me feed our new baby with a look of sheer bliss and awe on his face. I can hear him talking, and I acknowledge him a few times, but really, my mind is in another world just at that time. 

Katherine's birth had been long and painful, but joyous, and there had been no complications apart from a couple of stitches down there for me (hence the pillows). Katherine is perfect, a little on the small size, but for Carl and me, perfect. She weighed in at 2.6 kilograms (5 pounds and 12 ounces) and is just over 47 centimetres long (18.5 inches). 

My pussy is still sore, that's for sure, after the stitches and the hard labour it had just been through in the past 24 hours. I had been in labour for 15 hours, but I really wanted a natural birth, and we did it! I was so happy!

The nurses come and check me, and bring me some breakfast. They also bring Carl a coffee. Everything is just great. In fact, everything has been just great for quite some time. Carl and I are in a great place. I come back down to earth, and we talked about our plans from here. We chose to return to Sydney to have our baby, so our family and friends (including my best friend, Katy, whom we named Katherine after) could be with us. 

We still have our apartment here, at Darling Harbour, which we use as our home when we come back to Australia. But over the years since I started modelling in Russia, we have stayed here less and less. Last year, we stayed 3 months over the summer, and at this stage, we are planning to stay perhaps another 6 weeks. It will depend on my recovery. We have been here since late November. 

My agency, PMM, has some bikini and lingerie shoots lined up in about two months' time, as they want to take advantage of my larger breasts post-baby. Some other gigs are also in the offering. They will want me fit and toned by then. 

Carl already has a highly recommended personal trainer lined up to start with me the week after next, as long as the doctor gives me the clearance. He also only has 6 weeks' more leave before he is due back at work, although we are reasonably certain that if I am not okay to travel by then, his employers will be understanding, as he is one of their key mining engineers, and has been available for consultation by cell phone and email the whole time we have been in Sydney.

After discussing our plans again and agreeing the approach, Carl suggests that I should have a nap in the afternoon, while he visits his parents and shares the photos from the birth and after. I am feeling quite tired, and thank him for his consideration. He tells me he will be back in the early evening for dinner with me, and will bring my parents with him. He reminds me I am supposed to call Vladimir at the Agency to advise him on how well the birth went, and should do it later tonight (which is the middle of Sunday in Russia).

Most of the year now we live in St. Petersburg. It is a beautiful city, with all the stunning Russian Orthodox cathedrals, and palaces. I so love the Saviour of the Spilled Blood – I have visited that church so many times! We have a large 4 bedroom apartment overlooking the River Neva. 

Carl works there now for a medium to large Russian mining company, with coal and gas interests mainly in the Urals. He travels a bit with his job, but not too much – which is great because I travel quite a bit for work. That is because, in Russia, they don't know me as Kristen Harrison. 

I am Kristina Cherkasov, the celebrated, wealthy bikini and lingerie model, seen at times (and in the social pages and on the net) on the arms of rich and powerful Russian businessmen, and rumoured to be one of Dimitri Bondayenko's "girls". 

As I fall asleep, my mind takes me back over the incredible sequence of events that brought us – Carl and me - to this wonderful place. Just under three years ago, we were definitely not in this space. We were struggling with my work, in particular a certain commitment that caused a lot of arguments and sad times. Carl was still based in Australia. 

In fact, at one stage, we did not speak to another for over two weeks, and it was in fact the caring and loving actions of our Prague based friends, Campbell and Oksana Jackson, and my best friend, Katy, that got us to both calm down, get talking again and act like husband and wife again. It was a bumpy three or four months after that, particularly as I had to give six weeks' notice on that sub-contract. 

But eventually our love and commitment for each other shone through. I was able to convince my agency to make some changes to my work contract arrangements. Carl applied for and got the job in St. Petersburg, meaning he could join me for most of the year now, and together we made the effort and did the hard yards. 

Financially, we are in a great place with my million plus earnings per year especially (Carl still pulls down a good salary, too - just on $500,000 US pa). With our newborn baby, we are now a complete little family, and we are emotionally in a great place with our marriage too.

Anyway, to tell you my story, I need to go back to the start. We will get to that sub-contract that caused me so much grief, but in its turn. Oksana did warn me against it at the time, actually, but I was keen and stubborn, and didn't listen. 

I thought with my pussy (as I often do), and was greedy as the money was so good, so I managed to convince Carl to let me do it. It was a big mistake, and it nearly cost me my marriage to my wonderful man. I am so glad I finally saw sense, and managed to be able to give notice. It cost me some $400,000 US in foregone income, but it was worth every penny and then some to get my man back. I now don't do those types of commitments.

The story starts with the cruise that I went on about five and a half years ago now with Katy. It was with that cruise that Carl and I commenced what you might call, our version of an open marriage. 

Now, I realise open marriages are definitely not for everyone. But it works for us, and still does to this day. When we decided we wanted to try for a baby again, and I got the approval of my agencies to do so, I obviously refrained from seeing other men for the 3 months it took me to fall pregnant with Carl, unless they were prepared to use a condom. Looking at little Katherine now, yes, she is definitely Carl's.

Now what I mean by our version is that it is a somewhat imbalanced arrangement, but definitely not a cuckold one. I am a very sexual creature. I need to be fucked – a lot. 

Carl is only a small guy, in every way (his dick when hard is just under 5 inches), but he is extremely talented, incredibly thoughtful, and a wonderful lover. No man eats pussy like my Carl. He is a kind and gentle lover, and as he has got older, I am very pleased to say he has got much better at lasting before he cums – particularly when he is up for seconds. We have actually worked hard at that as a couple – fun work, mind you. 

But he has always known he cannot give me everything my hot body craves for. I love it romantic, like with my Carl, where it is different to anyone else (even romantic with others, which Carl has got much better with over the years, but struggled with in the early years). But I also like it hard and nasty. I am into all sorts of things, as you will see. 

Yes, I am proud to call myself a "slut", but I AM Carl's "slut". Carl though does have his fun times as well. It is not one-way sexual traffic in this household. It couldn't be as you will see we have spent much time apart in the past 5 years. 

Here in Sydney, he is a member of the infamous Second Hand Rose Club, a place I have occasionally worked in over the years as well with the consent of my Russian employers and I might add to his delight. 

Carl has sure got his share of hot sex there over the years, especially with two wonderful wives who work there and who are his favourites, Pixie (who has a gorgeous, tight little twat just the right size for Carl's smaller cock) and Summer (a former Penthouse Pet). They are now both good friends of mine, too, not least because they have looked after my wonderful husband many times these past 5 years (especially when he was still in Australia), while I was working in Russia and Eastern Europe.

When we are in St. Petersburg (where we now live much of the year), and I am away on business, we also have an arrangement now with my other agency for him to be looked after if he is in need of some nice female company and a good root. Why shouldn't he? His wife, that's me, is out getting fucked by some rich Russian businessman or attending to my contractual arrangements as one of Dimitri's "girls" (the rumour is true). 

You see I am not just a bikini and lingerie model. That is like my "day" job with PMM. In Australia, our families and most of our friends think that is what I do. Katy, though, and I am sure a few others who have seen my pictures with Russian businessmen on the net over the years, or seen me at the Second Hand Rose Club, know that I am more than that. 

I am also a courtesan, a high class escort to the rich and powerful. I am very good at my job and provide the very best "real girlfriend experience" money can buy in Russia. When you fuck me, you go to heaven. There is very little I won't do (animals and scat out). 

If you want it nice and romantic, I can do it like we are long-term lovers. I have a few regular clients now, as you will see, that my husband has slowly got good with. These clients are my friends, who I do have feelings for. We do "make love" as most would call it, passionately and deeply with real emotion. Carl, though, has never liked me describing it as "making love". He sees that as us, not surprisingly. So, for my man, I call it "romantic sex".

If you want it raw and nasty, hey! I love it! If you want to whip me or play BDSM games with me, that's fine too as long as there is no permanent damage or anything that requires medical attention beyond the usual household first aid kit. 

Only once did someone go too far, and I ended up at a medical centre getting a few stitches in my bum where a guy got carried away with his knife play. He got banned from Dimitri's for that - not a good move for a businessman in Russia or the Ukraine. After that, Carl pleaded with me to drop knife play from my repertoire. I did, as I never liked it that much.

Without sounding arrogant, I am blessed with a beautiful little body (only 163 centimetres tall), and 35D breasts that have currently grown out to 36Fs with my pregnancy. My hair is blonde (bottle variety) and my normal measurements now pre-baby are 35D-25-35, slimming down a little from when I did the cruise. 

That means I am not a catwalk model in the ordinary course of things as I am too short. As I have become better well known in Russia and Eastern Europe, however, I have done some catwalk gigs as like a special guest model. They are fun, but they do work you hard, let me tell you. Most of my modelling is for catalogues, advertisements, and websites. 

As some of you may have guessed, I have also done some nude and porn modelling, softcore and hardcore - solo stuff, girl-girl, boy girl, and threesomes, but not in recent years. 

You can find me if you look hard enough around the Russian and Eastern European sites. None of it though is under Kristen or Kristina – I used all sorts of trade names like Jade, Jasmine, and Pixie, and sometimes used a wig (the last name is actually in honour of that certain, cute little hostess at the Second Hand Rose Club who my husband particularly likes). 

I always wear my wedding and engagement rings, though, in honour of Carl, no matter what I am doing, unless it is specifically contracted otherwise. I actually try to talk people out of it when that happens too, and usually succeed. Again, with that sub-contract which got me in so much trouble, it was one where I was required to take my rings off. As I said, it was a big mistake.

Before I get to the start of the story (I know I am taking a long time), lastly I should complete the mental picture of me for you by talking about my piercings and tattoos. Right now, of course, my tittie and cunt piercings are not in. Hopefully, I will be able to put them all back in when I get out of the hospital and my stitches dissolve. 

I have little nipple rings in each of my titties. Again, obviously, I will need to take them out when I breastfeed Katherine (which I intend to do for at least 6 months). I also have three piercings in my cunt – a barbell hood in my clit, and a little ring in each of my labia. I really love my piercings, as does my husband Carl, and they really do add to our, and my, sex life. 

I now have five tattoos, but only one of them is what you might call large. I have:


a little red rose with a stem which starts at the top of my cunt slit – it is 5 centimetres long; 

a bluebell on the right side of my waist above my cunt, opposite to the red rose; 

a tattoo of "Carl" in nice calligraphy writing with a heart beside it on my right tittie above the nipple, near my heart; 

a little one which says "DB" (ƂД) in Russian Cyrillic script on my upper right bum cheek (you only get one of these when you officially become one of Dimitri's "girls"); and 

the larger one is a nice, tribal design which goes down the side of my left torso and tittie. 

The first one I got was the bluebird. I got that at 21. I got the rose at that cruise I already mentioned which started my adventure, and the tribal design at Dimitri's mansion in Odessa the week straight after. 

The last two I got at the same time, about two and a half years ago, also at Dimitri's mansion. As I was doing my fifth week-long party there (I will explain), I qualified as one of his "girls", meaning I was supposed to get the tattoo. 

Carl was there with me that week, and it was his suggestion that since he didn't want someone else "owning" his wife without him also, that I should get a tattoo especially for him at the same time. I loved the idea and asked Dimitri, who thought it was touching. So I got my DB "tramp stamp" and my Carl "heart" at the same time. It was very special – the two sides of me. Okay, my story.

It all started, as I said, with what was called the cruise with a difference. Why was it "with a difference" you might ask? That's because the cruise, which still occurs annually each year in August I understand, is a nude cruise. 

It is not just any nude cruise. It is a cruise of up to 100 nude wives without their husbands – that's right, you must be female and married, but it is with a ship full of black men. These men are there for your pleasure – to fuck you as much as you like for the week that the cruise takes to go from Venezia to Hvar, Dubrovnik, Kotor and a private beach in Albania before returning to port. 

The husbands aren't left out though. If you pay the additional fee, your husband can receive films of the action on the ship – I think they get five in total. I won't say much more here, as it is documented elsewhere quite accurately on a certain website. But it is because of the films that I am telling you my story.

As I said, Katy and I went together on this cruise. She had already been in the lifestyle with her husband, Chris, for a few years, and had already booked it when she thought it would be a great way for Carl and I to try out a new approach to our marriage. Katy knew about my sex drive, and the fact that Carl had realised that my body physically needed more. They were not wrong. 

Our whole life, our marriage, our lifestyle, where we now live, and what we now do, changed the day I stepped onto the Adonis II. What didn't change was my love and incredibly deep respect for my man, Carl. But I also now realise had we not taken the risk as we did then, I may not be married to Carl now. I would have cheated. I know that now.

While we were on the cruise, Katy and I were asked to take part in the films being made for the husbands back home. We appeared in the first and last films. You could say they were my first porn modelling gigs. The man who was on the cruise in charge of making those films was none other than Campbell Jackson, a big, buff black guy with a huge cock, who also happened to be a porn star in Eastern Europe (and still is). 

Campbell and his lovely model wife, Oksana (who also works for PMM with me now) are among Carl and my best friends in Europe. We don't see each other that often, usually through work with PMM or at Dimitri's mansion in Odessa (Oksana is also a "Dimitri girl" with his trademark "tramp stamp" on her right bum cheek, too). Back then, they were partners – they got married two years ago when Oksana fell pregnant. They now have a little boy, Trent.

As you might have guessed from my description of Campbell, I fucked him on that cruise. In fact, I fucked him lots of times on the cruise. On the second film I did, there is a very romantic beach scene with just Campbell and I that is still one of the best pieces of porn work I ever did, in my view, except at the time I didn't see it as work. It was fun – great fun. 

After having his first (and not last) understandable real fight with jealousy, Carl came to love it too. We still play it sometimes as part of our own love-making sessions. On the last two nights of the cruise (with Carl's permission), I slept with Campbell. He is an amazing lover. His big black cock takes my cunt places Carl can't go, but then to be fair to my Carl, his tongue takes me places Campbell can't go, and it is Carl who is always in my heart and soul.

Was Campbell then my first fuck buddy? Some might say yes, but I would disagree. We have fucked many times over the years, often as a threesome with Oksana. It has always as deep and abiding friends with real passion and emotion for each other, and always with Carl's knowledge and permission (even if sometimes Carl was not always 100% comfortable). For the first few years, he still worried and fretted with jealousy – unnecessarily as I always told him – that he may lose me as I do have feelings for Campbell. 

But now it is all cool. Carl has even been there a few times too, the most memorable being the time about 16 months ago when Campbell and I were asked to do a romantic vaginal and anal sex show in front of everyone at Dimitri's mansion – including both of our partners! Campbell and I went all out. 

It was incredibly erotic. It was full of kissing each other with our tongues dancing in each other's mouths long and deep. There was tight cuddling and snuggling, and slow and sensual, wonderful, romantic love-making. We went for probably close to an hour, with Campbell coming three times (twice inside me as I came). 


Kristen: Odessa and Beyond



Carl was so turned on. While watching us, he masturbated his cock in front of everyone else there, and came himself lots (for him) in the middle of it; no one minded in the least. I smiled lovingly at my wonderful husband, blowing him a little kiss, and then went immediately back to the task at hand – making passionate love to Campbell.

Carl and I don't have regular fuck buddies. We do have friends that we have fucked many times over the years, such as Campbell and one or two others for me, as you will see, and Pixie and Summer for him. I would argue though that these relationships have never got to the point of regularity to be called fuck buddies or boy/girl friends. They are definitely "good friends and clients with occasional benefits". Others may disagree.

It is actually one of our rules, and it is one which I broke with deep regret when I took that damn sub-contract as you will see. Our other key rule from the start has been "no secrets".

It was Campbell who took the initiative when he met me on the cruise to try and see if I would be keen to try and become a bikini and lingerie (and porn) model in Eastern Europe. From the day he did the first film with us, which was a five-girl lesbian orgy by the way, he spotted my ability, sex drive, and looks. He had faith in me, which turned out to be not displaced, from day one. 

Now, don't get me wrong, some of this was business for Campbell. He is a shrewd businessman, and has great connections, not the least being Dimitri Bondayenko. He has made some substantial money out of me, especially the fees he got on my first contracts as the "spotter". 

We have also done some porn together, which was great fun and given you can see the depth of care and emotion in our relationship between us in those films (there are three romantic boy-girl films), they did very well on the net in Europe, mainly with couples. Carl came to love those films too – we keep them as a set with the beach scene now. Although when I first told him that Campbell and I were going to be making some "romantic sex" porn videos, he was somewhat reluctant. By the time we did them though, he was on board. 

Anyway, as a result of that faith, and strong lobbying, I later found out, from Campbell, Katy and I were asked to go to one of Dimitri's infamous week-long parties at his mansion in Odessa as model hostesses. After much discussion and some toing and froing on the terms, Carl and Chris agreed, and so straight from the cruise, Katy and I travelled from Venezia to Odessa, together with Campbell and it turned out, his partner Oksana who would be our supervisor for the week. 

That really started our friendship because I got to know Oksana, who is now a dear friend, and through a number of phone calls that week back to Australia, Carl got to speak to Campbell and Oksana, and also started the relationship he enjoys today with them.

If the cruise had been amazing, I can't begin to describe Odessa. It was my first experience with Russian and Eastern European oligarchs and millionaires. It is another world, but it is now my world, or more correctly, our world, as Carl is in it too with me. 

Dimitri's mansion is a magnificent stone building, with large gardens, long private driveway, and a private beach on the Black Sea. It is set back quite some ways from the road, so inside the house, there is complete privacy. 

Dimitri is a billionaire, and a cunning and most effective businessman. He is also a very nice man, who let's just say has some different hobbies – beautiful women and strange, often what some would see as brutal, BDSM sex. He is now divorced. His wife ran off with some Ukrainian body builder. 

Dimitri's parties are well known in certain circles in Russia, Ukraine and Eastern Europe, and people "in the know" are aware to look for his trademark "DB tramp stamp" on models' bums – like Oksana and I have got – hence "the rumour". 

Katy and I were contracted for a week to do two things – to do bikini and lingerie softcore modelling for Pavel, an associate of Campbell's, who ran several websites, and to be hostesses for Dimitri's week-long party at the mansion, under Oksana's supervision. It also turned out there was a third duty – straight bikini and lingerie modelling to "shop" me to Russia's largest modelling agencies.

The whole week is so clear in my memory, as was the cruise, as they were really the events that turned my life. Carl also actually wrote down everything each day I called from Odessa, and put together notes of our calls from the ship (that was the source for the story). 

In fact, over the years, he has kept a thorough record of my activities. For those BTB people out there, it is not as divorce material. It is so we can sit together, cuddle and reminisce. You see Carl is a voyeur – he loves what I do as long as I stick to the rules: no secrets (that is, tell him everything) and no regular fuck buddies.

We arrived at the mansion on the Sunday night, where we met with the other three models who had arrived from Kiev and St. Petersburg earlier that day. We also met the staff. We unpacked our bags. Katy and I were given a room to share – one king-size bed though, as you might have guessed. Dimitri and the dozen or so fellow businessman party goers did not arrive till the following afternoon on the Monday. 

On that first Sunday evening before the boys arrived, Oksana and Campbell took us very carefully through our schedule of activities for the week. We were going to be busy girls, and really earning the amazing $200,000 US they were paying us. Still, though, I kept my promise to ring Carl every day – something that got harder to do as the years went by until he moved to Russia.

This is how the week unfolded (in between I had several modelling "training sessions" with Oksana, and as well we could sun-bake, swim, or just play with anyone who wasn't busy and wanted to):

Monday – straight evening wear, bikini and lingerie modelling photo sessions and filming with Pavel and other photographers under the supervision of Vladimir, from PMM Agency. Welcoming Dinner and Party for the whole group Monday evening. That was code for an orgy, folks. All the girls attended the dinner nude, including Oksana. I did get to fuck Campbell again that night, which was nice. Mind you, I think I got fucked about 5 or 6 times that night, including being spit roasted a couple of times;

Tuesday – soft porn bikini and lingerie modelling (with toys) photo sessions and filming with Pavel, followed by first business discussions with the two modelling agency reps. After dinner, we had our introduction to the Dungeon Room. We girls were each placed nude in a cell where we slept the night! This was the first time at Odessa that I was whipped, flogged and caned – it was not too hard that evening, as Dimitri did not want us yet to have too many visible marks;

Wednesday – rehearsal and filming of scenes to make up a film for Dimitri and his associates of the "action" at the mansion. We spent all day on this, with some of Dimitri's associates with free time involved. It was great fun. We did boy-girl, girl girl, threesomes, orgies, and pissing – everything except the BDSM that day. The girl-girl included vaginal fisting (I had never been fisted before – the first time in my pussy did hurt. I am more used to it now.) We went on filming right through to dinner and after. 

That night, after filming was over, we girls were raffled off out of a hat to sleep with a guy for the evening. I can't remember who I got, but he wasn't memorable. That happens in this business;

Thursday – Dimitri ramped it up that day. We started with more soft porn bikini and lingerie modelling in the morning, followed by more film sessions of the "action" at the mansion. The previous day's film was edited and sent out to Dimitri's associates that day, including to Carl and Chris. My husband just loved the film when I spoke to him the next day, although he didn't have to deal with any of the romantic stuff this time that he has always found harder to accept (even though for me, it can often be just acting, unless it is with a true friend like Campbell). 

That night, after dinner, Dimitri moved the party again to the dungeon room. This time we were filmed. I was secured to a big cross, and for the first time was subjected to needle play. I had about a dozen thin, long needles put through my titties that night by Dimitri. Even though he went slowly to ease the pain, it did hurt some, I can tell you, when those needles were pushed through my nipples and titties. 

Katy was whipped, flogged and caned that night on her arse and titties, pretty hard. We both had our first real BDSM Session. Katy & I screamed several times, as did the other girls (one of other girls was chosen for knife play where some small, light cuts in a design pattern were done across the left cheek of her arse). 

But I also got incredibly horny. I actually came a gusher – squirted – on Dimitri when on the cross while I was tied up as he pulled the needles back out! We both bled some that night, and Katy actually needed some first aid for a couple of welts on her titties that had opened up. In recognition of our efforts, Oksana let me sleep with Campbell that night, and Katy slept with Dimitri;

Friday – Well, wasn't Carl excited when I called that day. He had just got the second film with my needle session. He told me that he came buckets, which is unusual for him, and when he came over there with us, he really wanted to see me get needled in the flesh! 

As we were still sore from the BDSM session, the activities that day focussed more on group and one-on-one sex. Again, we were filmed. This time it also included a couple of romantic sessions, sadly neither of them with Campbell. The agencies really wanted to see my acting and real GFE abilities. 

In the afternoon, I had more meetings with the agencies, at the end of which I was given draft contracts! I was so excited, as was Katy for me. I arranged with Dimitri and Pavel to send the four contracts to Carl straight away. 

That night, after dinner once again in the nude, there was an all-night orgy that went to about 3 in the morning and again was filmed. I got double and triple penetrated – more than once. My pussy and arse were so sore when I woke up in the morning – I was in bed with Campbell and Oksana but still can't remember to this day how I got there!;

Saturday – We already knew from what Campbell told us on the cruise that Saturday would be the grand finale, and that Sunday was to be a straight modelling day as most of Dimitri's associates headed home to be ready for work Monday. During the day, the focus again was on casual group and one-on-one sex. 

Things got serious again after dinner. Dimitri had his staff set up two big tables in the middle of the main entertainment room. Straight after dinner, he had us six girls start by entertaining the guys with a lesbian orgy. It went for like, an hour, and included pissing and fisting. This time, I fisted another girl for the first time and was fisted again myself (the six girls had paired off for the fisting). It did feel better than the first time. There was anal play too – fingers, licking, and stuff. I really did like that!

When the orgy finished, two strangers stepped forward with kit bags – time for our piercings and tattoos. Katy and I, who were naked from the orgy, were instructed to climb up on the tables to be pierced and tattooed in front of everyone. We both received hood piercings in our clits first, and then tribal tattoo down the side of our torso coming onto the side of our left tits. It was filmed for Dimitri's and our boys. 

The whole thing took well over an hour, as the tattoos were reasonably large (about 12 centimetres long and 4-5 centimetres wide) and there was some colouring required. That hurt. The piercing wasn't so bad. When they were finished, Katy and I were allowed to go to bed – our sexual duties at Odessa were over; and

Sunday – This was recovery day for our new adornments, but we still had a full day of straight modelling all around the grounds and in the mansion – evening gowns, day wear, bikinis and lingerie. 

Vladimir, from PMM, the agency which offered me the contract, really took charge that day with the photographers and film crew. He then had a long meeting with me that afternoon where he really started to take me through the work his agency had in mind for me, which was swimwear and lingerie, while an attractive lady in her 50s, Vanessa, joined us to begin to explain my role more as a courtesan with the other agency (which is a different company). I already had a reasonable idea having read the contract, but she really did fill in the gaps for me. 

I was going to be a high class escort to the rich and famous in Russia. They both told me they wanted me back in Russia as soon as I could arrange it with Carl. 

We flew home to Australia the next day. I returned home to Australia excited, not exhausted. Carl picked me up from the airport, and he had arranged to have the week off. 

I don't think I got out of bed for three days. When I wasn't sleeping, I was making passionate love to my man Carl. My pussy was still on fire. I filled Carl in on all the details of that amazing last night on the ship with Campbell, where he serenaded me with all of his considerable charms and we had amazing "romantic sex" as Carl liked me to call it, till after midnight. Carl couldn't get on top of me fast enough. 

It was the same with Odessa. Carl didn't like the romantic sex in the films they included of me with a couple of Dimitri's associates, but he felt better when I told him those ones were literally just acting. He loved watching Katy and me in the BDSM sessions – they were probably his biggest turn on, along with the lesbian orgy on the Saturday night, and our piercing and tattooing. Carl so loved my piercings especially. He played and twiddled with my nipple rings for what seemed hours, and it always turned me on.

On the Friday afternoon, we went down town together to the Second Hand Rose Club for my interview and audition. As we already had the Russian contracts in our hands, we spoke to the married owners, Ken and Ellie, about me being a casual, occasional special guest hostess wife. We also resolved to make sure we got consent from Dimitri and his associates for me to work at the Second Hand Rose Club on a casual basis when I was back in Australia.

At the interview, Ken and Ellie asked me to do a pole dance strip on the stage (Carl had forewarned me to have my red mesh Wicked Weasels handy), and then they tested me as to my suitability to work at the club, by requesting that I engage in lesbian sex with Ellie on stage, followed by me fucking Ken while Carl watched. No problem. 

Carl loved it, as I knew he would. It was the first time that he had watched me have sex with another man in person right there in front of him. He actually leaned over and kissed me deeply, as I thrust up and down on Ken's hard cock. When Ken was ready to cum, so was my Carl. Given the club rules, I got the boys to swap places so Carl could come in my pussy (all good as he is my husband) and Ken came in my mouth. Suffice to say, I got the job.

Over the three weeks or so before I went to Russia for my first tour of duty, I worked at the Second Hand Rose Club for three consecutive Saturday nights (their busiest night). Carl came with me on two of those nights, and we both had a ball. 

Carl got to watch me fuck several members, as I did them on stage or at their tables. This turned him on enormously, and I got to watch him fuck Pixie and Summer on those nights. Surprisingly, it also really turned me on. We couldn't fuck at the club, as Ken and Ellie don't allow that, worried it may spoil things. We dealt with that matter ourselves though when we got home. Carl never missed out on his share of my pussy and arse on those nights.

Over the years when I am back in Australia, I have continued to keep "my hand in" at the Second Hand Rose Club (with Dimitri's blessing). Ken and Ellie were aware of my growing profile in Russia, but kindly didn't trade on it for fear of exposing Carl. I was basically an extra fill-in girl for Saturday nights, which was fine by us. 

Carl came with me on those nights as often as he could. It was, and remains, my regular special treat for Carl that he so loves when we are back in Sydney. Of course, with the pregnancy, we haven't been back to the club to work this time, only to visit as friends and for Carl to catch up occasionally with Pixie or Summer for a fuck and a chat. I liked that.

We didn't look at the Russian contracts until the following week. We just wanted to re connect first. It was, however, soon time to have that serious discussion. We had to work out what would work for me, and for us (Carl and I as a couple), and what would be acceptable to Dimitri, Pavel, Vanessa, and Vladimir in commercial terms. 

For three weeks, we had lawyers pouring over the contracts. We debated options. Carl and I did have some arguments and disagreements even (not common for us), and we made countless calls to Prague, Kiev, Moscow and St. Petersburg. Campbell and Oksana got involved, like as our agents and mentors, as there was money in it for them too as spotters. 

Finally, a deal was struck which Carl accepted. I now know that he did somewhat a little reluctantly, although he hid pretty well from me at the time (or I was just too excited to notice). He always told me he wanted me to "chase my dream" and that I could even do porn. It was the courtesan contract – the real stuff with potential emotion – he feared.

I was to be known as Kristina Cherkasov. This was important for us, as it meant it would be that much harder for people back in Australia who knew Carl and I to know what I would be doing, but also our Russian friends were keen because the name would work better in that market – provided I could speak the language. I would be based initially in St. Petersburg, staying with Vanessa for my "first tour of duty" which would be for 6 months, but with time off to come home for three weeks for Christmas and New Year. 

I promised Carl we would speak at least three times a week, plus email, and he said he would organise his holidays each year to spend time with me in Russia. We planned for him to come back with me to Russia for three weeks after my Christmas/New Year break. It meant though, that Carl and I would be apart for 3 months, from late September when I arrived to just before Christmas. 

We signed four contracts initially for two years. We renewed three of the contracts for three years after that, and when we go back to Russia in a few weeks we will renew those three contracts for another three years.

The first one, and the lead one over which the others sat, and still do, is with the same company owned by Dimitri Bondayenko that we signed the Odessa contract with. This was the only contract that both Carl and I signed, as it effectively signed my body over to Dimitri for commercial purposes. It took the longest to negotiate.

It specifies all the activities I am available and contracted to perform and do. It also specified that I was to attend his two week-long parties each year at his mansion in Odessa. It also sets out that the activities in the sub-contracts with the associated parties are covered under this contract. 

In terms of income, this is my critical contract, as it now has a base pay rate (before bonuses and gifts) of $750,000 US pa. When we have decided that I should not continue with an activity (such as after the sub-contract which went wrong and no longer doing knife play), it was necessary to agree those changes in this contract;

The second one, the one for which I am now publicly well known for in Russia and Eastern Europe; the one for which my work visas are issued; and the one which is my "day" job is the swimwear and lingerie modelling contract with PMM. I do other types of gigs at times, which are provided for under the contract like evening wear and catwalk gigs. But it really is a straight modelling contract. 




Kristen: Odessa and Beyond



They are an excellent agency with whom I have never had a complaint, and with conscientious assistance from Dimitri's people such as Vanessa, we work my other activities around PMM – not the other way around. My income under this contract has risen substantially in the past few years, as my profile has risen. It started out relatively low in that first year;

The third contract, in a sense the reason why Dimitri really wanted me and Campbell spotted me, is my contract with another company which Dimitri is associated with for whom I work as a courtesan – a high class escort to the rich businessmen of Russia and Eastern Europe. 

I do not do one or two hour jobs. The minimum you can buy me for is overnight (which has been most of my jobs actually). I am also available, depending on my modelling and other commitments, for day-long, multi-day and weekend-long engagements. I have done plenty of those over the past 5 years. I have found I enjoy them the most as you really get to know your client. 

I have a number of clients I have done several of these gigs with. Hence my photo is often in the social pages and on the net, with me being photographed with some of my clients as we attend the opera, the ballet, and other top functions on the Russian calendar. This is the part of my job that has caused the most difficulties over the years with my Carl, especially in the early years.

I consider though that I do not have a regular fuck buddy among those more regular clients (although there are a couple whom I particularly like, and have real feelings for). It did happen once as I will explain later, and as I said, it was a big mistake which nearly cost me my marriage. With the bonuses, cash and gifts I receive under this contract, I have always made more doing this work than my straight modelling. I must be honest. I also love it, as does Carl now;

The fourth and final contract, and the one we did not renew after the first two years, was my porn modelling contract with Pavel's company. I did find this a lot of fun, most of the time, even though making porn is hard work. The films we did on the cruise and at Odessa I learnt were "semi-professional", and did not go to the scale of precision and repeated scenes to get the right feel and impression that Pavel did with his proper porn films for sale over the net. 

As I mentioned, I made three boy-girl films with Campbell which were, no doubt, my most enjoyable. But I did like the other stuff. I found girl-girl films a lot of fun, in particular, as did my Carl. In the first two years, these films were often my main income source in some months, but as time went along we were finding it harder to fit them in the schedule as my straight modelling and courtesan work picked up. When it came time to renew, after discussing it with all concerned, we dropped it. 

That first 3 months was hard. I had intensive language training, model training, courtesan training (yes, I had training about manners and etiquette in upper class Russia), and mentoring, not only from Vanessa and Oksana, but from a number of other experienced girls too. In those first three months, I mostly did softcore porn work for Pavel and a few swimwear and lingerie gigs through PMM. 

Vanessa, in conjunction with PMM, put considerable effort into a marketing campaign to build up my profile. This was aimed at me "making a splash" onto the Russian and Eastern European modelling scene when I returned to Russia after Christmas that first year and during my second 6 month tour of duty, which was to start in May of that year. 

Pavel was planning likewise. After doing just solo softcore before Christmas that first year, in the new year he stepped me up to girl-girl first, which went really well in the marketplace as he planned, and then when I returned in that May, I started doing boy-girl and threesomes hardcore porn. They sold like hot potatoes, especially as I said earlier, my romantic boy-girl films with Campbell to couples.

The marketing campaign also involved me being seen at upper class parties and major cultural events such as the opera and ballet, locked arms with rich eligible bachelors in Russia. Vanessa arranged these events with Dimitri and his connections. I did about a dozen of them in those first few months, and Vanessa used her media connections to make sure I got photographed. I discussed this several times with Carl, both before it started and as it occurred. You can guess he was not happy at first, not by a long shot. 

I remember the first time Carl saw my picture on the net and in the Russian media - in the arms of a rich Russian fashion mogul attending the Bolshoi Ballet in Moscow, wearing a stunning Roberto Cavalli evening gown (one which you had to go commando in). He was shocked and sad. He wondered what we had got ourselves into. 

That guy was actually a fashion industry friend of Vladimir and was gay – I didn't even fuck him! But I can't lie. With most of those early set-up dates, I did end up fucking the guy. I needed it to satisfy my own urges, but it was also part of the plan, as it built up my "reputation" among the rich and powerful. I always told Carl, though – I was then religiously remembering our no secrets rule. God, I missed my man those first 3 months.

I only did one paid courtesan gig in that first 3 months, if you don't count doing a couple of evenings with Dimitri in Kiev and Moscow. It was in St. Petersburg, on a cold November evening. It involved hosting a big party at the mansion of a top Russian banker, Igor Kapralov, as his consort and then sleeping overnight with him. 

Why do I remember his name so well? Igor is the man who nearly brought my marriage down. He is a most charming and enticing man – wonderful company. He is over 6 foot tall, very fit (works out every day) and most intelligent. He has a decent sized cock, not huge, but he sure as hell knows how to use it to pleasure a girl. 

That evening was a resounding success. I again wore the Roberto Cavalli dress, which has sheer lace all the way up the side showing your side titties and the cheeks of your bum. I was actually really nervous at the start, but Igor calmed me very adroitly and as the evening progressed, I enjoyed my hosting duties immensely and handled the conversational requirements well in English (less so in Russian as I was still a learner, but everyone was kind). 

By the end of the evening when everyone had gone, I was his. He took me, gently and romantically, and several times. We actually didn't sleep much that night. It was great sex.

Vanessa was ecstatic with the report back from Igor after the event about how I had went, and told me he wanted to book me again in the new year. He would do so, about 6 or 7 times that year. At that point, there were not many issues with Carl. He was just my first client, and through the course of the next year, another client. 

I found though that, as with Campbell, I really liked him. I did get feelings for him that I didn't get with other clients. I told Carl all this that first year. In fact, my second "date" with Igor was when Carl was staying with us in St. Petersburg that February, the week before he went home. We had just found a nice, little apartment for me to live in, and I had moved out from Vanessa's place. 

Carl was excited that he was there while I had an overnight "date". He couldn't wait for me to get back the next day, and give him all the juicy details of my sexy night with Igor – and it was, he again made passionate love with me – "great romantic sex" as I described it to Carl. Igor took me to dinner and the Mikhailovsky Theatre. 

I should have read the warning signs, though, when he asked me to not wear my wedding and engagement rings. He gave me a gift of some very sexy Agent Provocateur lingerie which he had me wear to bed for him, but he asked me to keep it with him for our trysts as he didn't want anyone else to see me in it – what should have been warning bell number 2. But I admit I was excited with my new role, and missed the warnings. 

For the first time, too, I kept a secret from Carl – I didn't tell him about the lingerie. He knew about the rings, though, as Igor and I were photographed by the paparazzi entering the theatre, and our photo was in the social pages of the Russian media. As soon as we were photographed, I realised I would have to tell Carl the next day as we were in the paper! I was described as Igor's girlfriend! I should have realised. 

At the time, Carl shook it off because he was so keen to hear about what happened that day. I think it began to gnaw at him more as the next few dates with Igor occurred through the year, as Igor would always ask me to not wear my rings. The sex though was always great – usually soft, slow and very romantic.

The rest of that year, work-wise, was fantastic. I continued my modelling and language lessons intensively for the second three months of my first tour of duty. I began to get more straight modelling gigs through PMM and Pavel stepped up my porn work to girl-girl stuff (including hardcore girl-girl stuff such as lesbian orgies, toys, strap-ons, fisting, pissing, and anal play) which I was pleased to do as I liked it and more importantly, Carl loved it! 

I also began to get more courtesan jobs. I only had the one while Carl stayed with me – the second Igor date. Vanessa actually held some gigs back at the time so Carl and I could maximise our married lovers' time. It was just that Igor was so insistent and paid me so well, that she felt I had to do that one. As I said, at the time, Carl was excited by it. Looking back, though, his insistence was another warning sign that Vanessa and I missed.

After Carl left in early February to go back to Australia, I had two months in Russia, before returning home to see him for 6 weeks, and then starting my second 6 month tour of duty in mid-May of that year through to mid-November. Carl took his holidays that year in late October, and joined me for the last three weeks before we came home together for what turned out be several blissful months. 

In that two months, Vanessa stepped it up with my courtesan duties. She lined up several overnight dates (including another one with Igor), and I had my first weekend-long date. 

It was most memorable, with an older, wealthy Ukrainian businessman named Mikhael Plaksin, from Kiev, who was then in his late 60s and whose wife he dearly loved had sadly passed away with cancer only a year before. Unlike Igor, Mikhael is now a friend of both Carl and I. He remains my favourite client, and each year, I do an annual weekend-long date with him. I really do have feelings for Mikhael, but unlike others Carl has always been good with him.

Each year, Mikhael has taken me to a different place – last year it was to Abzakovo, a beautiful ski resort in the Ural Mountains. I also do overnight dates with him at his hotel when he is in St. Petersburg or Moscow on business and I am there and available. I have probably done about 15 or so of those dates with him in the past 5 years.

Vanessa prepped me very well for that first date, ensuring my usual client report thoroughly covered the details of his wife's sad death, how close they were, and of his need for good, understanding female company. It also highlighted that he was close to Dimitri, having some common shareholdings. I knew then this was a very important gig. 

I discussed it at length with Carl beforehand, as it was my first weekend-long date. It was over Easter, and I would be with Mikhael from the Thursday evening through to late Sunday afternoon, and I wanted Carl to be comfortable. The fact that Mikhael was an older widower helped a lot. 

What helped even more was when he insisted I ring Carl every day to report in, and he himself took the phone that first time on the Friday to speak to Carl himself, and tell him what a "wonderful, caring woman his wife was to make an old widower happy and that he should be proud." 

Mikhael made a friend in Carl that very minute. They have met now a number of times (when Mikhael has had overnight dates with me in St. Petersburg in more recent years, and has picked me up from our apartment), and every year on our weekend long date he still insists I ring Carl each day. 

He also insisted I keep my wedding and engagement rings on at all times. Last year when I attended the National Opera House of Ukraine in Kiev as his date to see Tchaikovsky's Queen Of Spades, he was asked by the paparazzi if I was his new trophy girlfriend. He deftly replied in Russian, "Good gracious, man! Have some manners. Mrs Cherkasov here is a married woman, look at her rings, and I am a personal friend of her wonderful husband." We nevertheless did make beautiful, passionate love after the show that night!

That first weekend-long date that Easter with Mikhael was divine. He took me to Riga in Latvia that year, and we stayed in this beautiful old convent right in the heart of the historic old city. I spent a lot of time listening to his wisdom, and of course, his sadness. 

We took several walks around the old city and the historic art nouveau district. On those walks, I would just hold his hand, and let him talk it out. I think that first year, that was what he needed most. I was there for him. That is my job as a courtesan. 

We also did go to one of infamous strip clubs one night too, which was fun. We didn't fuck like rabbits. Of course, he took the little blue Viagra pills when he did have sex with me each evening, but I didn't complain as they kept him going for hours and my pussy got the benefit. 

Mikhael is not rough. He is thoroughly gentle, and every occasion with him is caring, thoughtful, and yes, deeply romantic. He knows I will never replace his darling wife, and he also knows how special my Carl is to me. We stay comfortably within that space, which makes Carl happy too. Sex with Mikhael is a joy, but the romance is quite different to Carl. 

Is Mikhael my sugar daddy? Maybe. But I know one thing. He is a great friend of Carl and I, and is the epitome of why I love my job – meeting and pleasing a true gentleman like that gives me great and lasting pleasure.

Just before I returned home to Australia that April, my last duty was my second week long party at Dimitri's mansion in Odessa. It was similar to the first, except with the BDSM play this time, one evening I had my titties and clit clamped with a T-shaped chain joining them altogether. I wore that outfit (if you could call it that) the entire evening, and at times, the pain was quite extreme. A few times, I would gently ease a clamp off for a bit, then reset it while others weren't watching to ease the pain. 

It was at that party too that I was the model chosen for knife play – on the last night. I was filmed, and Carl received the film. It didn't excite him as much as the needle play, and I actually just found it very painful. 

Knife play is real. They cut you, not deeply, just very lightly to make patterns on your skin. Some people do get really turned on by it, not me so much. I have found needles are more fun for me in that space. That evening the guy made a small flower pattern on my right tittie, that's right – he cut my tit! It took about 20 minutes or so, and it really hurt. 

I cried a bit, and Dimitri did ask me at one point whether I wanted to stop. I decided to bravely continue as it was only my second week-long party, and first under my new contract. Carl was proud of me. He saw the cuts as I returned home only a couple of days later, and I still had solugel, betadine and band-aids on my right tit where the cuts were.

I was only home with my man for 6 weeks in April and May that year, before I was due to start my second 6 month tour of duty. We knew it would get easier from here, as in subsequent years, I would have 4-5 months home back in Australia. We made the best of it, making love every day (often more than once), going to dinner heaps, seeing shows, seeing family and friends, and of course, I still worked most Saturday nights at the club with Carl there with me. We ducked down to Melbourne one weekend though to see Chris and Katy.

The first few months of the second tour of duty actually were fabulous. Carl and I spoke usually three times a week, and I emailed him often with pictures from my fashion shoots and edits from my porn films. 

I started doing boy-girl hardcore films including threesomes, which I did like a lot (as I love having a big, hard cock in my wet, sopping cunt!). As I said earlier, three of those films were romantic ones with Campbell, which was a special treat and I got to stay with him and Oksana in Prague (we had our own glorious threesomes every night over the week I was there). Carl really liked those films, despite initial misgivings. He got a huge kick out of watching his gorgeous wife get fucked on film. I did both vaginal and anal sex in those films.

At that point, I was keeping strictly to the no secrets rule (except for Igor and his lingerie, of course, which he continued to buy for me). I really noticed the change in my career, however, through that 6 month period. 

By the time Carl arrived in St. Petersburg in October, I was missing calls to him (which annoyed him and worried me), and I was struggling to fit in all of my work commitments. I had to let go a few overnight dates, because I was committed to Pavel to do more hardcore boy-girl films in Prague, even though the money was less. I did find it enjoyable, as I said. 

Carl also got the pleasure to come with me that time for the week I was back in Prague, and we stayed as a couple with Campbell and Oksana (but didn't film with them). Our evenings were very pleasant, and Carl got to know them much better. We all really bonded that week, including sexually. I let Carl sleep with Oksana one night (which he did enjoy!), while she let me sleep with Campbell one more time for old times' sake.

I also had my first catwalk gigs that tour with PMM, and also did a few evening wear shoots (one of which was with Oksana in Riga) which were hard work, but a lot of fun. 

Everything was going up career-wise. My income was rapidly rising, but I was dog tired by the time November rolled around, and just wanted to go home with Carl. I was getting a bit cranky too, and sometimes bit him off for little reason. 

Where we did have some argument and debate, of course, was about Igor – I did two overnight dates with him while Carl was there. Igor met him once when he picked me up, and told him about the lingerie. That went down with Carl like a lead balloon. He bit his tongue with Igor, but had plenty to say to me the next day when I got back to our apartment. For the first time, I had been caught not keeping to the "no secrets" rule.

Before we headed back in late November for the Australian summer, it was time again for Dimitri's bi-annual week-long party in Odessa. This would be the one, as Dimitri had promised at our first party, that Katy and I could bring our husbands. It meant I would be re-united with Katy for a week, a big treat. We then found out a further treat when on the plane to Odessa, Campbell texted me to say he and Oksana would also be at the party, and that Oksana was again going to fill in as model supervisor – the old gang back together.

It was a wonderful week. I made love to my husband every night (except one), as we went to bed together, after whatever sexual shenanigans we got up to beforehand, which was very nice. The one night I didn't sleep with Carl, I slept with Campbell – a special treat.

With our husbands and Campbell all there to watch, Dimitri wickedly pulled a couple of wild BDSM stunts with Katy and I, which were also filmed for posterity. 

On the Thursday night, traditionally a big BDSM night, he had a large table brought into the main entertainment room. Katy and I were naked as usual, as were the other girls. He had us sit forward with our titties hanging over the edge of the table. He then produced a hammer and 4 thin, long nails. He nailed our titties to the table – one nail in each tit. I am not joking. We stayed there for about 15 minutes before he pulled the nails back out. 




Kristen: Odessa and Beyond



Having our titties nailed to a table hurt a lot, especially as Dimitri pulled them back out (I screamed and Katy cried). But like the needle play, it did turn Katy and I on a lot. My pussy was on fire, as was Katy's. Our husbands both had their rock hard cocks out, masturbating as they were watching it in disbelief. 

We both ended up going over and fucking our husbands in front of everyone to relief the sexual tension straight after. I gushed on Carl just as he cum inside me. Katy got spit roasted as she doggy fucked Chris and sucked another guy off. There was some blood from the wounds, and we had to have our titties dressed each day after that for a week.

The other wild thing that happened was at the Saturday night grand finale. Oksana received her DB tramp stamp on her right bum cheek, and I received my two labia ring piercings. It hurt a bit, but nothing like the knife play or the nails through my tits. Moreover, my Carl just adores them, and loves taking them in his mouth and tugging and sucking on them when he eats me. It sends me wild, and guarantees a great orgasm for me.

The third year was the hardest, and the one where I nearly lost my man. It was over Igor. I wasn't required in Russia until early May for modelling purposes. We had discussed my workload a lot over that Australian summer, and when it came time for my contracts to be renewed just before we left, we had long discussions with Pavel, Dimitri, Vanessa, Campbell and Oksana about the porn contract. It was getting too much to fit in, and after much deliberation, and some tough discussions between Carl and I (which I think contributed to later events), we opted not to renew the porn contract. 

I think, at that time, Carl preferred me doing the porn to the courtesan work. Now that we have resolved the issue that arose with Igor, where I no longer do that type of work, and limit my weekend-long gigs to Mikhael and one or two respected clients only each year, Carl is very happy with my work load and activity choice, and wouldn't have it any other way. But it wasn't like that three years ago.

I actually arrived back in Russia in early May for my 3rd 6-month tour of duty, refreshed and raring to go after a great Australian summer with Carl where I really did get a chance to fully recharge my batteries and spend lots of quality time with my man. I kept up my Russian language lessons while at home, and my exercise routine to stay fit. Carl gave me plenty of sexercise workouts as well. Our effort to work on improving his sexual stamina, and not cum so quickly, was also paying off, I am happy to report – especially on his second goes.

Trouble started not long after I returned. Vanessa approached me in late May, with an offer from Igor. He was prepared to pay me well – very well (like $1 million US) – to be his mistress for the remainder of my time in Russia that year. It would be about 5 months, as it would stop when Carl came over to stay with me for a few weeks in early November before taking me home. 

Igor had a contract prepared, which would sit as a sub-contract under my courtesan contract, for me to sleep with him at his mansion in St. Petersburg a minimum of four nights per week, unless I were required elsewhere. When he was required to go elsewhere for business, I was to go with him if I was not already busy. It would mean I would have no other courtesan duties for the year, which at the time for me appeared to be very attractive. I didn't want to miss my annual weekend with Mikhael though, so I had a clause added to retain that at a timing mutually agreed between the two men. 

Worryingly, the sub-contract included a clause about not wearing my wedding and engagement rings. I tried to have it changed, but as with my previous dates with Igor, he was insistent. 

Looking back, I think he was in love with me, and thought he could win me away from Carl. I was keen to take the sub-contract as it would mean I would be less busy and at the time, I was still somewhat besotted with Igor. I was definitely not in love with him – it was never anything like Carl, or even Campbell for that matter, but I did enjoy his company greatly and he was a master in the bedroom, always giving my pussy great pleasure. I also already realised at that point that he could be manipulative and domineering. 

It took over three weeks of discussion and arguments with Carl, before he relented – not agreed, relented. The first few weeks were okay. I still managed to speak to Carl three times per week at least, and email him regularly. I had lots of straight modelling work on, so I was away a bit of the time too. I slept with Igor no more than three times in each of the first few weeks.

But soon things changed. He started wanting me sleeping over nearly every night I was not busy elsewhere. He insisted on me travelling with him on business to Prague, Berlin and Moscow. 

He paraded me with him in front of the paparazzi in St. Petersburg and Moscow. That was when the trouble really started. A few of our photos started turning up in the Russian daily media on the social pages and on the net.

One photo in particular in July really angered Carl, and we had a huge fight. At the time, I didn't see a huge issue in it, although as you will find out the photo was embarrassing. It also threatened Carl with his work. 

In hindsight, I was wrong. It was indicative of the fact I was getting in too deep with Igor, and my Carl correctly could sense it (even from the other side of the world). Igor had become what Carl deep down never wanted – I was Igor's mistress; his regular fuck buddy. 

Carl and I didn't speak to one another after that fight for two weeks, and I spent the entire two weeks living with Igor in his mansion in St. Petersburg. I had no other modelling gigs then and did it, I think, to spite Carl as I was stupidly angry with him.

The photo was taken at a top St. Petersburg restaurant. We were at an upper balcony table, and unbeknownst to me at the time, you could see under the table. I had a beautiful gold Mac Duggall cocktail mini dress on with 6 inch heels, and had gone commando as Igor had requested. In the photo, we are looking down smiling sweetly at the camera, and it appears Igor has his arm around me. If you looked more closely under the table, though, you could see he had his fingers in my cunt! The photo went viral on the net, and caused a sensation.

After that two weeks, I had some work come up through PMM in Warsaw, and got away from Igor for a week. Oksana was there working as well, and by then Katy was ringing me every day telling me Carl was beside himself with grief. At first, I didn't listen, but as the calls kept coming, I began to realise the depth of my mistake and the risks to our marriage. 

Campbell had travelled with Oksana, and I guess with the three of them working hard on me to see sense, and myself also getting more and more upset with myself that I had fucked it up with my one true love, I made the call to speak to Carl from Warsaw. It was a hard call.

He wanted me out of the sub-contract with Igor pronto, and I was to cut ties with him completely. At first, I tried to argue with him, and it took a few calls and further judicious intervention from Katy and Campbell to keep us talking and trying to find a way back. 

Eventually, I realised I was wrong, and for the first time in my Russian career, had abused the great gift Carl, my wonderful husband, had given me. After speaking for over an hour to Carl and reaching an agreement, that last day in Warsaw I made four calls:

one to Vladimir to get more work with PMM wherever they had it going currently so I didn't have to go back to Igor too much in the near future; 

to Vanessa and Dimitri to help get me out of the arrangement with Igor, and change my head contract to ensure I was not asked to do mistress type work again, going back to my previous overnight and weekend work: and

the last call to Igor, to tell him as gently as I could that, as much as I liked him, I did not love him and that the arrangement could not continue as it was hurting Carl and me as a couple.

Igor did not say much. The initial response from the others was understanding, but of course miracles can't be done in a day. It took several calls and emails over the next days to Vanessa and Dimitri to fully explain what I saw as the gravity of the situation with my husband and my marriage. 

At the same time, I was back calling Carl daily with updates, and he was anxious and impatient to say the least. When the news came through that it would take 6 weeks for me to break the sub contract, as Igor insisted on the notice clause, Carl hit the roof. It took another round of calls from Katy and Campbell to calm him down.

Vladimir thankfully did come through with extra work for me – in Riga, Stockholm, and Moscow, that kept me away from St. Petersburg for a good chunk of the 6 weeks. 

Nevertheless, consistent with the sub-contract, I did sleep with Igor about another dozen times over that 6 weeks. He knew by then he was not going to win me over, and I must say I found those nights the coldest and most difficult of my courtesan career. He fucked me hard and rough those nights, unlike before – often in my cunt and arse. 

I told Carl every time. It made him angry, and he kept asking me to just not go with him. By the last few occasions, though, Carl was more accepting as he is a businessman and understands commercial obligations. His greater concern was for my welfare, though, which he was right – I wasn't in a good place at the time.

Earlier that year, Carl and I had agreed that he should look for work with a mining company in Russia to increase the amount of time we had together (his current company sadly had no vacancies going in its' European operations). I knew he been applying for jobs, as he kept me up to date with his applications when we spoke. 

Imagine my surprise, though, when the week after I finally finished up with Igor, Carl turned up at my doorstep on a warm Tuesday August evening, just as I was about to go out on an overnight date with a new client dressed in that Mac Duggall gold cocktail dress (this time with g string knickers). I was supposed to attend a business cocktail party with the client first, then have a late dinner with him at his hotel before retiring to his room for an evening of hot sex.

Knowing I couldn't get out of it, and needing to rebuild my business after the Igor mistress debacle, I quickly greeted Carl, and kissed and cuddled him with all the passion for him I could muster (which is a lot, trust me). He guessed by my outfit, that I was about to go out and enquired who. I explained it was Boris, a new client, and it was an overnighter. He looked at me, and meekly asked "Can I please have 30 minutes first?"

I responded, thinking of my job, "But Carl, you know I can't fuck you right now. My pussy has to be clean for the client. We can make love all day tomorrow – I have nothing on."

"I know that, and as much as I want to make love to my wife right now, as soon as I saw you in that dress stepping out, I knew I couldn't. Anyway, it's not that," he said. "We need to talk more."

"Okay, I will call Vanessa and see if she can have Boris agree to a 30 minute delay," I said. I made the call. Vanessa understood what had happened, and called the client. He was in fact running late himself, and kindly gave us an hour.

"Okay, sweetie, what is it? I mean why are you here now? Our last conversation, you were talking about coming a week or two earlier than planned in mid-October. You haven't told me you were coming now. This is a complete but happy surprise for me. How long are you here for? What about no secrets?" I said.

"Kristen, I am only here a few days including the weekend. I have an interview tomorrow afternoon for a job as a key mining engineer executive with a medium to large mining company headquartered here. They have coal and gas interests in the Ural Mountains. I had the first interview by skype two weeks ago. I think I told you about it, and they have now flown me over. They are serious. I think I am up against only one other applicant," he said. 

He had told me about the skype interview – I had forgotten. He didn't think it went that well, so I just sort of parked it at the back of my mind, not trying to get excited.

"Wow! That's awesome, sweetie. If you get the job, we are going to need a bigger place," I said. We talked more about family and making our way back from the abyss I had dragged us into. It was a loving, considerate talk – not a difficult one. We kissed and cuddled and made out passionately, given I had the hour. Of course, my pussy stayed shut. 

With the hour up, I noticed he was tired. I suggested he go to bed, and when he woke up in the morning, I would be there. I fixed my make-up, and headed off for my overnight date (which turned out to be a ripper. Boris was an absolute stud with a huge cock – he fucked me three times, twice in my cunt and once in my arse and came heaps every time!)

I did explain the situation to Boris more, as he had picked up from Vanessa that my husband had unexpectedly turned up, and so, being a gentleman, he was fine with me leaving early the next morning to be back at my apartment to see my husband and give him a proper hello. I was very impressed with Boris, and I am pleased to report that he is now one of my regular clients.

I have done perhaps half a dozen overnight dates with Boris since, and a weekend date where he took me as his partner to a huge orgy with about 40 people in a mansion neat Peterhof on the Gulf. I had great phone sex telling Carl about that one. I was double and triple penetrated that night, and got pissed on by about 4 men at once! It was awesome.

Those few days were where we really started to make it back as a couple. We did have a few difficult moments, especially as we were still negotiating the head contract changes with Dimitri's lawyers. 

On that wonderful Friday though, we reached agreement and Carl got the news that he got the job. Given he would have a lot to do back in Australia to pack up our apartment there (we would keep it as our Aussie base and not rent it out – but we did decide to bring a lot of our stuff over for the new apartment) and give notice to his long term Australian employers, the St. Petersburg company gave him two months' notice to start work in mid-October. He also negotiated 6 weeks' leave each year, so we could come home to Australia for Christmas and the summer. 

It was the best decision we have made as a couple since we took the plunge with this great adventure. But that six weeks was still hard, and we did have a few tense phone calls.

When Carl came back in early October, he had two weeks free before he was due to start his new job. One of those weeks was my bi-annual week-long party at Dimitri's mansion in Odessa. I arranged with Dimitri for Carl to join us at the party as a guest. 

This year's party, though, was going to be special. I was due to be tattooed on the last night with the infamous "DB tramp stamp" on the right cheek of my bum as one of "Dimitri's girls". 

As I said earlier, Carl though didn't like the idea of me being "owned" by Dimitri, and so he proposed I get another tattoo at the same time, "Carl" with a heart beside it on my upper right tittie above my pierced nipple, near my heart. It was a sweet and touching idea, which Dimitri readily agreed. 

Before we got to Saturday night and my ceremonial tattooing, there was the traditional full on BDSM show in the dungeon Thursday night. I was scheduled again as the designated model for knife play. This time it was to be the left cheek of my bum being cut for a nice, little tribal design. 

This was the one that went wrong for me, and I became only the second person in all the years of Dimitri's parties who needed some hospital treatment. It was a different guy to last time who was going to cut my bum cheek, we all thought lightly, into the pattern.

I must say both my husband and Dimitri behaved immaculately at the incident. The creep who cut my bum open was dealt with decisively and firmly without violence. He was made to leave that night, and has been banned from ever coming back to Dimitri's mansion. It has also hurt him big time business-wise, with all the contacts Dimitri has. 

I was taken to Odessa Hospital to get about ten stitches in the left cheek of my bum from two cuts, both of which were nearly a centimetre deep (not light cuts at all!). The cuts were clean and not too long, thankfully. 

I had screamed in deep anguish when he did it, and when the guys saw the amount of blood rise up from the cuts on my bum, my Carl, Dimitri and the others acted swiftly to grab and stop the creep and protect me. Immediate first aid was applied, and I was rushed in Dimitri's limousine to the hospital. After I got the stitches, they gave me strong painkillers and let me go back to Dimitri's mansion, but of course I thought the party was over for me. 

I was allowed to recuperate all Friday and Saturday, and was excused from all sexual activities by the model supervisor. Carl stayed with me the whole time, which I really appreciated. He has always been a sweet, loving and caring husband for me. 

When I was asked to join the group for dinner on the Saturday night, I was pleasantly surprised, and even though my cut bum cheek was still really sore, with Carl's encouragement, I accepted. Of course, I attended nude as is the custom for models at Dimitri's parties. I was kindly provided with a cushion though for my sore bum.

Imagine my very happy surprise when Dimitri announced at dinner that he had checked with the doctor, and there was no reason why my ceremonial tattooing could not go ahead! So after dinner, the other 5 girls put on a beautiful lesbian orgy show which I was sadly excused from (as I love them!), and which culminated in the girls all pissing on each other's titties and in each other's mouths. 

My Carl's cock was rock hard watching that sapphic excitement, so I bent down to take care of it, bringing him off quickly and swallowing all of his cum. Dimitri kindly waited for me to swallow the last bit, when he asked me to take my position on the table. 

I laid on my front while the tattooist did my "DB tramp stamp" on my upper right bum cheek first. That only took about 30 minutes and only tingled, as it is not a big tattoo and has no real colouring in. Then I was asked to flip over, and they put a pillow under my sore bum. The tattooist then went to work on my upper right tittie above my pierced nipple, inscribing in beautiful calligraphy "Carl" and beside it a little heart. That one I felt a bit more, as your tittie tissue is softer than your bum, and there was a little colouring in with the calligraphy. 

When the tattooist was finished, I stood up and turned around for everyone to see. I was very proud, as I got two tattoos on the same day that signified who I am now am to the world – Carl's sweetheart and devoted wife; and Dimitri's "girl" – his contracted model slut.

A lot has happened now in the nearly two and half years since, all for the good. We have bought our beautiful apartment in St. Petersburg. Carl loves his new job. The company has proven to be very flexible in meeting our needs, given we wish to spend time still in Australia each year like now with the baby. We really are now in a great space. 

I had regular modelling work still happening right up to the 6th month of the pregnancy, as PMM found they could find plenty of good work for me in the pregnancy swimwear and lingerie fields. 

As I said at the start, PMM also have work lined up for me in about 2 months' time, if I have medical clearance and am sufficiently back in shape. They want to take advantage of my bigger titties while I am breast feeding. 




Kristen: Odessa and Beyond



On the courtesan work, I had to get consent from Dimitri and Vanessa, consistent with the contract, to try and get pregnant. It was no drama. They readily agreed. 

I basically pulled back from the courtesan work for three months to get pregnant with Carl. I did a few overnight gigs during that time, but the client had to agree to use condoms, which is unusual for me. As part of my "real GFE" service, I usually go bareback both in my cunt and arse, and guys can cum in my mouth. I even do arse-to-mouth if the guy wants. 

I have always had regular monthly check-ups, and only once have I got unlucky in the 5 years I have been doing this. As you know it is a pain when you do, though. It was chlamydia. Carl and I, and all my clients since the previous month, had to take courses of drugs. I was stood down by Vanessa from courtesan duties for 3 months when it happened two years ago, but have been clear since.

Again, I did my courtesan work up to my 6th month. Only a few clients opted not to use my services as my pregnancy became more obvious. I know a few of the guys found it a real turn-on to be fucking a beautiful, married, pregnant woman! I must admit I did too. 

Again, Vanessa is keen for me to start back on my courtesan work as soon as I get back to Russia. She told me the other day, she has clients lining up, and Mikhael is keen to schedule his annual weekend date. This year he wants to take me to Nice in France at the time of the Monte Carlo Grand Prix and watch the race! That will be so exciting. Carl will be jealous. 

We just have to get the logistics right with little Katherine. Carl has already said he will look after the baby, with a babysitter, while I am away working. But I still want to breast feed, so I want to have the "expressing milk" thing working first before I accept any courtesan gigs with Vanessa. She told me though that some clients are very keen to drink my milk! That gave me tingles in my pussy. Of course, when I get out of hospital, Carl will get first go at my ripe, milk-laden titties! 

Talking of Carl, I might finish by adding that he now loves my courtesan work. If it is a weekend gig (which we limit now to Mikael and a few other favoured clients) and Carl is feeling horny, he lets me know and I call Vanessa to fix him up with one of the other girls and deduct the cost off my pay. 

When we are both at home in St. Petersburg, Carl now actually helps me get ready for my overnight dates when he can get home from work early enough (which he always tries very hard to do). He helps me select my outfit/s, underwear, lingerie, and shoes, and always licks my cunt clean just before I dress to get me nice and juiced up for the client. If I don't have all of my five piercings in my titties and cunt, he gently puts them in for me too. Despite that infamous photo with Igor, he also now prefers that I do my overnight dates commando with no knickers. Finally, I still always tell him all the juicy details the next day after any courtesan gig. He always gets off on it, and we always have great day after sex. No secrets!