Chronicles of the Black Hole
Long time filing this report, but as I see Doc has shamed me by getting his belated report filed I thought I’d better pull my finger out. This report dates back to early July and marked a small milestone for me, this being my 20th trip to Moscow. I always seem to gravitate to CF, whatever the weather. This time I was going to try other options, including hitting some clubs with Doc Skank. As it turns out though, this is mostly a report about the “Black Hole “(like the name Doc).
Saturday 01/07. Things started badly. I had just 90 minutes to clear immigration, collect my luggage and get from Domodedyevo to central Moscow before the England vs Portugal world cup game kicked off. However, my flight was delayed 90 minutes in London leaving me no time at all.
I eventually checked in at the hotel and went straight to Petrovich with my business partner (BP1) just in time to see the worst display of penalty taking ever by the England team. With no more serious interest in the world cup I could try and concentrate on other issues but my immediate disappointment was hard to hide so, after a bite to eat and a few beers I headed home to sleep.
Sunday 02/07. At 1:30 in the afternoon BP1 called to say he was coming by to go out for the afternoon to his friend’s dacha. As I struggled to the bathroom I got another call, from Lina, a long time semi-GF saying she was on her way over in a taxi. A bit of history here: I met Lina about 5 years ago through a dating web site and we usually meet when I am in Moscow and we’ll go shopping, choose something nice for her and then she turns into a fuck bunny for the next 24 hours. Now Lina is an attractive, brunette, and 41 years old but with a very well looked after body. I had told her I would be in Moscow a few weeks before by email, she replied that she was getting married to an American and going to live in Hawaii. I countered with the offer of a farewell lunch but forgot all about it until she called as I stepped into the shower.
However, this is Russia and BP1 arrived at my hotel and when he saw I had company he simply called his GF and arranged for her to meet us at the dacha. We drank wine , cooked shaslik and generally had a chilled out afternoon at the dacha. Early evening, I took Lina to the bathroom where we enjoyed an intense farewell fuck. As we left, BP1 and his GF took over from us and were ensconced for some time clearly (ie; audibly) enjoying each other.
Around midnight we were heading back to the city in the same taxi that took us out to the dacha (1000 rub this guy charged for almost 12 hours!!). As we hit Prospect Mira close to the Cosmos Hotel, BP1 discovered he had left his cell phone at the dacha. Lina and I jumped out and took another taxi back to my hotel to continue our goodbyes while BP1 and GF played hunt the cell phone. After another round of sucking and fucking Lina had to leave so I put her in a taxi and wished her well in her new life and 2 minutes later I was in a taxi of my own en route to the “Black Hole” or CF. As one door closes its important to get your toe into another.
The CF crowd was pretty solid for 2:15am on a Monday morning, probably half full and, most surprising of all to me, there was a high factor of not only new faces but some solid 8’s and the occasional 9. Rumours about the ownership of CF changing have been rife for some time and the general slide in expat friendliness is probably linked to this. But, and it an important but, if the quality of the WG’s has gone up several notches then we shouldn’t ***** too much about the price hikes. To me CF is now an indoor Tochka with security on the door and the opportunity to meet, assess and party a little with your chosen one before buying. Drinks are incidentals, I would buy these whatever bar I was in, so $200 - $300 per night for a very beautiful companion is not too OTT. The first time I went to CF I got away for $70, but the norm was $100. Five years on the price has doubled but I get more $$ for my GBP so it don’t hurt so much.
I settled on a bar stool close to my identified target: a very pretty redhead, skinny with big tits and probably 160cm tall. Oxsana (as I found out later) was chatting with a Flat Top but I made eye contact and exchanged a couple of smiles. Meanwhile, a very slim, big eyed brunette called Marina had started hitting on me so I had some fun drinking and talking with her whilst keeping a regular check on Oxsana and the Flat Top. By now Marina was growing on me and as the time was 3am decision time was approaching. This process was being facilitated by the glares and grunts coming from the Flat Top as he began to realise I was hitting on his date.
The next few minutes were surreal and part of the reason I love Russia so much. BP1 arrived (with his cell phone), slapped me on the back and we got a beer each. He instinctively new where to find me as my hotel desk told him I had gone out. Once he understood the situation with Oxsana he approached Flat Top and a short but heated discussion in Russian ensued. The outcome was that Flat Top got up and left. I later learnt that BP1 asked what his problem was and Flat Top suggested that foreigners should not come to Moscow and fuck Russian girls. BP1 kindly informed him that I was more Russian than him and he agreed to leave. As a reward, I introduced BP1 to Oxsana and shortly after we all left (me with Marina) for BP1’s apartment for some much needed fun. Marina sucked like a Dyson and was full of fun and enthusiasm. Both girls asked $200 each for the balance of the night.
Monday 03/07. Spent most of the day drinking and sleeping at BP1’s apartment and returned to my hotel at 6pm. I took a nap and then went for dinner. After the previous night’s pleasant surprise at CF I decided to be lazy and go back to check it out again (as you do, even when you really know exactly what to expect). I arrived at 12:30 am and the placer was hardly jumping. The weekend was clearly over and most of the girls were recognisable as the seasoned CF regulars. I took a beer and went to talk to Anna one of the above mentioned seasoned regulars. Anna is probably mid thirties, bottle redhead and a large rack and too much make-up but we have some history from a few years back. You’ll know if you meet her ‘cos she always promises “good sex, good sex”. 30 minutes later the place hadn’t warmed up so I struck a deal with Anna and we went back to the hotel. I’d forgotten what Anna means by good sex. She is certainly enthusiastic, but not a GFE. She does all the right things but its fairly mechanical – a bit like fucking a porno movie. After a couple of hours I’d had enough and Anna left, apparently returning to CF to see if she could score again.
Tuesday 04/07: Time to work and after a busy day I ended up at the Albion with a client from Belarus (BP2). After a couple of beers and some bar snacks at the Albion we moved on to Pyramid to scope the chicks. Not too much to report so we called BP1 (a mutual friend of BP2). He was still drinking more than 24 hours after I left him so we took a taxi to his place to make sure he was OK. This was something of a mistake as the evening descended into the three of us drinking vodka at his kitchen table until we all passed out.
Wednesday 05/07: I managed to rouse myself and crawl back to my hotel at 6am and then slept until early afternoon when it was time to earn a little more cash with a couple of business meetings. This was an important day for me as I was scheduled to meet Doc Skank in the evening so I was determined to stay out of trouble, away from the vodka during the business meetings, etc. We all know Doc is a bit of a legend on this board. His exploits and input have been superb and I have learned my way around Moscow and St Petersburg by absorbing his many posts. I still carry a copy of his infamous “White Shoes” post with me – it’s a literary masterpiece, it always makes me smile and it tells you a lot about how Russians think as well as Doc’s mongering exploits in Piter.
My final business meeting started well but disintegrated. The two Russians I was with have been business partners for years but today was the day they decided to divorce. The boss man departed and I was left with his forty-something but attractive former partner crying on my shoulder, having (foolishly or gallantly, I’m not sure) promised to look after her. Lets call her BP3. I invited her for dinner, feeling sure that I would be away and free in time to meet Doc, so we got in her car. Here I should explain that I don’t speak Russian and whilst BP3 understands some English, her spoken English is not good. Still, I was doing the right thing. The first hour in the car we moved about 500 metres (don’t you love Moscow traffic). Eventually we got moving and she just kept driving. All I knew was we were going west, into the sunset.
Eventually we arrived in a suburb built exclusively of Soviet style apartment blocks. We parked and entered one of said apartment blocks and took the stinky elevator. By now I assumed we were going to her apartment but realised this was not the case as she wandered around looking for the right door. Finally, we entered and were greeted by a guy in his 50’s (her husband maybe?). Within minutes the table was laden with food, the vodka came out and BP3’s best friend was chatting away, to my relief, in English. We had a great couple of hours, he played guitar and sang songs, we drank and BP3 cheered up. Turns out this guy is a former Colonel in the Moscow police so you can bet I kept his visit card…you never know when you need a good contact.
Finally, we departed and BP3 drove me back to the hotel where I swapped her car for a taxi and headed for CF, already late for my meeting with Doc, ostensibly to watch football but by now it was getting too late.
Now, I’ve been travelling for 20 years and been to almost 60 countries. In all my travels I have been really fortunate and have met one articulate, educated and internationally aware American. I can now double this tally as Doc is right up there. I knew a lot from his writing style but the man does not disappoint. Friendly from the word go, well humoured and exceptionally comfortable in the company of women. I drink for courage, Doc has natural confidence. We sparked quite well and the difference is immense compared with when you hit a place like CF alone. Russian girls are drawn to confidence and to (apparently) successful people having fun. We soon had a burgeoning harem on our corner of the bar and, beer goggles or not, the quality was high.
Somewhere along the way we adopted another American guy with an amazing white smile. I forgot his name but Doc remembered the details in his post. Several beers later and I had reached the point where I don’t get more drunk but I just keep on drinking. This is danger time for me so while Doc and Mr Teeth departed with their chosen ladies I took a couple of bottles of water and went and sat in the restaurant area near the dance floor. After an hour or so I felt the self control returning and had to start from square one as I had allowed the harem to disperse when Doc departed. I noticed a slim, long haired brunette (there’s a theme here) dancing and went to join her. The DJ assisted me by then playing some (c)rap so we retired to the bar. Nadia was Moldovan (or from somewhere similar) and had a plumper butt than I would normally go for but she was very touchy feely and seemed genuinely happy to be with me. After a coffee we struck a deal (5000 rubles/ $185) and went to the hotel.
We showered together and Nadia smiled and kissed me when I slid a soapy finger in her butt hole. Things were looking good. When we went to the bedroom she produced condoms and lube. She gave a pretty good BBBJ and then rode me cowgirl before we switched to doggy. I applied a spot of lube and next minute I was sunk to my nuts in her ass. A few strokes later the condom was off and I came in her mouth. This was followed by her dash to the bathroom to spit. Sleep then took over for a couple of hours before we had a repeat round. Nadia’s not the prettiest girl in the world but she does the business, is very affectionate and came in at under $200.
Next time I go to Moscow I’m going to fulfil the promise I made to myself in September 2005 – no more CF. It’s a dive, its overpriced, the security charge is a disgrace, it’s the same old *****s, etc, etc.
Hasta la Victoria, siempre
Ricardo
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Photo Albums in the Regions
Doc:
I love when I go to Moscow because of all the choices and top level girls, in the regions it's a lot of adventure and sweet girls too. Hard to decide which is better, but I wish I spent more time in Moscow. Russian's definitely like sharing photos, I go to Russian homes for business dinners a whole lot, and they always sit down on the coach and bring out all of the photo albums. And they always have the mandatory bikini shot and short robe in the morning shot of the mother/daughter(s). I have dinner with a Militia Colonel and his family maybe four times a year and he shows me the same photos everytime as if it was the first time, luckily he has two daughters to keep me entertained. After reading your posts all this time I was ready to vote for you, but with a photo like that you probably will have to run in Las Vegas. I remember during Yeltsin that Justice Minister that got caught in bed with the two 17 year old WG's and had the photo splattered all over the place. Pat
Innocent Experimenting Girls
Doc:
I agree 100% with you it's amazing with as much groping and experimenting they do in the corridors of the schools how innocent and coy they can be at 18/19 even after starting University. I remember a University girl named Alyona, beautiful blonde, who interviewed for a part time job with us and she sat with her legs apart and wearing white pantyhose and sheer panties. I thought, she has to know she is driving me crazy, she must want the job bad, and then a week later she's with me in a bookstore and I ask her to translate the back of the book cover for me and she stops half way though and says with a little girl voice whisper, " It's about something dirty between a man and a woman." It was a book of poems by the way, not erotica. On the other extreme was Sasha same class as Alyona, same year, I think different section though, I woke up to find her going through the trash and rubbing the condom inside out on her Koshka! She wasn't coy about what she wanted.
That's a great story about the Militia daughter. I'm not sure I would have stuck around. My next door neighbor in Perm is a General in the Road Police and he made some kid who was necking with his daughter strip down to nothing and through him outside in the snow. I never saw any white man run that fast. Pat
