My Turbulent Youth. Part 2

The weather outside was sunny and summery. I woke up quite late. After a few months of living with Kolya, I had become very lazy. My day started around 11 a.m. But Kolya himself wanted me to stay at home. He didn't want his wife to work and could afford it. For today, I have a manicure appointment, a trip to the gym, cleaning, and cooking dinner. I'll do the cleaning in the evening. First, I'll go for the manicure. By one o'clock, I got ready, dried my hair, put on beautiful blue satin panties, black stockings, a short, light burgundy dress, and black high heels. Taking my purse, I went outside.

There was a whole hour left until my appointment, but I decided to arrive early. There were two taxis near the bus stop. An old domestic car and a gray foreign car. I decided not to wait for the bus. Of course, I chose the foreign car and, opening the back door, got inside. The two taxi drivers noticed me when I was already getting into the car. A minute later, the driver's door opened, and a handsome young guy, about 28-30 years old, in white shorts, a T-shirt, and sneakers, got behind the wheel.

"Where to?" — he turned slightly towards me and stopped his gaze on my stocking-clad legs. It was clear they had really caught his interest. He was indeed very handsome. I felt a slight warmth in my lower belly. After giving the driver the address, I added:

"We can drive slowly. I'm not in a hurry." — the taxi driver smiled at me and, turning forward, started the car.

"That's good." — he adjusted the mirror lower and turned it slightly towards me. I understood he was going to admire my legs and try to look under my dress. This aroused me. I think I started getting a little wet. "May I ask your name?"

"Me? Alina." — I introduced myself. "And yours?"

"Sergey. If you don't mind, we can use 'you' informally."

The taxi driver turned out to be quite nice. He asked if he should turn on the music, if I was too hot, then offered to turn off the air conditioning if I was cold. He looked in the mirror at my legs very often. Deciding to please the guy, I adjusted my dress a bit higher and slightly spread my legs. When he looked in the mirror again, he was a little surprised. Now the taxi driver could see my panties well. Sergey licked his lips. Apparently, this sight seriously aroused him.

"Alina, are you married?" — the driver suddenly asked me.

"Yes."

"Maybe it's none of my business." — he began carefully, turning into some courtyard. "But you're just a very sexy girl and... I don't have a girlfriend, you understand? I've been tense for a long time and wanted to offer you a favor for a favor."

"What kind?" — I pretended to be a fool who didn't understand what he was talking about. At that moment, the car stopped in a quiet courtyard behind a transformer booth.

"Don't think I'm a maniac or some freak." — Sergey turned to me and openly looked between my legs, which I didn't even try to close. "You have very beautiful panties."

"I don't think that. You're a very pleasant and handsome guy." — I reassured him. "Thanks for the compliment on the panties. Did you really like them?"

"Very much. Such interesting fabric. Never seen it before." — the taxi driver smiled at me and slowly reached his hand between my legs. "Let me touch."

I didn't answer anything, just smiled, slightly lifted the hem of my dress, and spread my legs wider. Sergey ran his palm along the inside of my thigh. His hands were strong and a bit rough, but I liked it. His hand slid towards my panties. I felt his fingers on my labia, which made me even wetter. Sergey slowly stroked my pussy through my panties. My breathing became heavier.

"So, what's this favor for a favor?" — I reminded the taxi driver of his offer.

"I think you already understand." — he moved my panties aside. His fingers began to caress my labia, slightly penetrating my wet pussy. "Your ride will be free. And you'll help me relieve the tension. Besides, I see you're not against it. Agreed, Alin?"

"I understand what you mean. But I have a husband."

"Don't be afraid." — the taxi driver quickly got out of the car and moved to the back seat next to me. "No one will find out."

Sergey didn't wait for an answer. With his strong hand, he lifted my leg, turned me slightly, and, leaning towards me, placed my foot on his shoulder. I felt his hot breath on my vagina. Sergey began to slowly caress my pussy with his tongue. He was very good at giving me pleasure. After 5 minutes, he got up and took off his clothes. Now it was my turn to please the driver. I took off my panties and knelt on the seat. Sergey sat down next to me. His cock was quite large, straight, and handsome, with a juicy bright pink head. I sucked him for a long time, paying attention to both his balls and his cock. What I didn't expect to see was that Sergey's pubic area was smoothly shaved, and there were practically no hairs on his balls either. So I happily sucked the driver's cock.

"Alina, maybe turn your back to me?" — after about 20 minutes, Sergey suggested. "I understand you're married, and hoping for more than a blowjob is in vain... But I still really want to penetrate you at least a little."

Again, I didn't answer anything, just lifted my skirt and got on all fours with my back to Sergey, offering him my holes. Not believing his luck, he quickly took a condom from the door compartment, put it on, and entered my pussy. Sergey immediately took a fast pace, and after just a couple of minutes, I had an orgasm. And the taxi driver only needed about 10 minutes. His movements became impulsive, after which he froze. He slowly pulled his cock out of me. I quickly turned to him. There was a lot of semen in the condom. Sergey took it off his cock, which still had semen on it. I quickly leaned towards the taxi driver and took his cock into my mouth, sucking the shaft and head, cleaning him of semen, and swallowed it. Then I took the condom, slowly brought it to my mouth, and squeezed its contents onto my tongue. Sergey really liked this sight. He stared intently at me. I showed the taxi driver my tongue, abundantly covered with his semen. Closing my mouth, I loudly swallowed it.

Ten minutes later, we were at the salon I was actually heading to in the morning. Sergey asked for my phone number and gave me his, suggesting I call when I was going home. He really didn't take any money.

Leaving the salon, I headed home, but I didn't have time to call Sergey. On the way to the bus stop, a black jeep stopped near me. A man about 40 years old was driving.

"Miss, can I give you a ride?" — he addressed me.

"No, thank you. I don't get into cars with strangers."

"Well, I can become an acquaintance. We just need to get acquainted." — he smiled at me and opened the door. "Hop in, beautiful!"

I don't know what I was thinking at that moment, but I silently got into the front passenger seat. We drove off.

"What's your name?" — the man asked me. Now I noticed he wasn't handsome at all. Tall and fat. He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt with huge sweat stains under the armpits.

"Alina."

"Beautiful name. My sister is also named that." — he tried to be polite, but I noticed some agitation on his face. I wanted to get out of the car, but before I could ask him to stop, he continued: "Don't worry. I'm a married man. I love my wife, have two kids. So don't think anything bad. I won't harass or rape you."

"That's good." — I replied, not understanding why he decided to get acquainted with me then.

"I'm a business person. So I'll explain right away what I need. We'll go to an expensive boutique. I'll buy you very expensive clothes. I have a meeting with foreign partners who have gone a bit crazy and don't want to sign some papers. But I won't get you into the details of these matters. You don't need that. You'll need to pretend to be my wife. I think that's not difficult. But then, you'll seduce one of the foreigners. Believe me, that won't be hard to do either. With your figure, I'm sure it will be easy. You need to make him cum inside you. I'll give you pills so you don't get pregnant. I'll handle everything else. Oh yes! And the most important part of this operation." — he took a decent stack of yellow bills with the number 200 from his trouser pocket and, stopping at a traffic light, counted them and shoved them at me. "Exactly two thousand euros here."

I took the bills and turned them in my hands. The amount was certainly large. And I wanted sex again, and to get such an amount for it. But then I would be a prostitute.

"No. I think I'll refuse. You can hire a call girl, and she'll do everything much better." — he looked at me displeased. Then he took out some more money from his pocket and gave it to me again.

"Another 1000 here. I won't give more. And a whore will ruin everything. I need it to look realistic."

"Okay. Let's go to the boutique." — again, without thinking about my actions, I somehow agreed. Putting the money in my bag, I decided to find out something else. "And how do I know the money isn't counterfeit?"

"Take any bill, or even all of them, and exchange them for rubles at the mall." — the man replied quite calmly. Then I realized he wasn't joking.

At the boutique, we bought a strict black skirt, though the shortest one, so my legs were clearly visible, a white blouse, and expensive lingerie. A bra, semi-transparent panties, and stockings. All in white. Also, my companion (his name was Valery) bought two gold rings so we would really look like spouses. Ten minutes later, we entered an expensive four-room apartment in the city center. A luxurious table was set in the large room. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang. Valery talked to someone named Arthur and said he would come out to meet them in 5 minutes. After giving final instructions, he left. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with three men. I already knew that the dark-haired, curly-haired guy of medium height was his partner Arthur, the short brunet with a long nose was the foreigner Nicolas, and the tall, bald, sturdy black guy, 32 years old, was our target. The seducer Oliver. I greeted the guests, noticing the intense gaze of the black Oliver, who looked at me like a hungry tiger at a defenseless doe. My blouse, through which my white bra was visible, and the lace edge of my stockings, which peeked out a bit from under my skirt, received special attention.

"This is my wife, Alina." — Valera introduced me. "And these are our esteemed partners from France. Mr. Oliver and his deputy Nicolas. Well, you already know Arthur."

I approached Nicolas, who was just translating what my husband had said. He smiled and extended his hand.

"Very pleased to meet you, Mrs. Alina." — Nicolas took my hand and brought it to his lips, lightly touching it. He spoke with an accent but seemed fluent in Russian. Then I approached Oliver and extended my hand to him. He looked into my eyes, and he also kissed my hand, but more greedily. So everything was going according to plan. He was hooked on me. Then I kissed Arthur on the cheek so the foreigners would be convinced we had known each other for a long time. I invited everyone to the table while Valery showed the guests photos of "our offspring." A couple of minutes later, the guests sat at the table. I sat next to Valery, demonstrating to everyone that I loved my husband very much. Opposite us sat Oliver, who stared at me at every opportunity. I responded with a sweet smile and even winked a couple of times. He was indeed very large, athletic, and handsome. All evening, they discussed some papers that the French didn't want to sign and demanded to change the terms. After about 40 minutes, they still hadn't reached an agreement.

"Alright. Nicolas, Oliver. Then we'll sign the documents on your terms. We simply need this contract. And we need it today. Arthur, bring the second version of the document." — Valery was a bit upset. Arthur rummaged in his briefcase and said the second version of the documents was left at the office. Valery sent Arthur to the office for the documents. Fifteen minutes later, he seemed to accidentally notice the office keys on the side table, which Arthur had forgotten. Nicolas suggested going to the office all together, to which Valery replied that he might need Nicolas's help, but Oliver could be left at home to rest after the journey. Oliver almost jumped for joy when he learned he would be left alone with me.

I closed the door behind Valera and Nicolas and headed to the large room. Oliver was waiting near the entrance to the room and was smiling from ear to ear. He said something in French, but I didn't understand. Then he pointed to the tape recorder. I understood he was asking to turn on the music. I turned on the music. Oliver took my hand with one hand and placed the other on my waist. I didn't expect this, but after a couple of seconds, I realized he wanted to dance. I smiled at Oliver, placing my hand on his powerful shoulder. But within a minute, he started pressing against me. I smiled coquettishly, after which I felt his hand on my butt. Then the second one. And another minute later, he was actively kneading my buttocks, slightly lifting my skirt. I needed to hurry because Valery was supposed to return in 20-25 minutes. The phone in the bedroom rang, deliberately left by Valery. With difficulty escaping Oliver's embrace, I headed to the bedroom. Picking up the receiver, I placed it on the nightstand near the bed so Valery could hear everything happening in the bedroom. I quickly took off my blouse. Oliver was just entering the bedroom. Seeing me in my bra, he smiled and froze. I lifted the hem of my skirt. Oliver looked at my slightly transparent panties and the smoothly shaved pubic area visible beneath them. He unbuttoned his shirt, very quickly took off his shoes and pants. He walked towards me in just his underwear, where a rather large cock was prominent. Loudly saying the code word "starting," I smiled at Oliver. Grabbing me in his arms, he unbuttoned my bra and exposed my breasts. He pressed his lips to mine and greedily kneaded my breasts and butt. His tongue practically reached my throat. Then he kissed my breasts. Pressing on my shoulders, he made me sit down. He took off his underwear and, pointing at his black cock, said something in French in a commanding tone. It wasn't hard to guess what he wanted. I started sucking him. Oliver held my head and thrust his cock deep into my throat. I always thought black guys had incredibly big cocks, but Oliver's cock couldn't be called gigantic. No, it wasn't small, but I expected to see a huge monster, not a medium-sized cock. After sucking Oliver for a bit, I got to my feet. The big guy, apparently a fan of rougher sex, quickly pushed me onto the bed and positioned himself on top. His cock entered my wet-from-arousal pussy quite quickly. He took my legs under the knees and spread them wider. He fucked me quickly, understanding he didn't have much time until Valery arrived. After a few minutes, he turned me onto my stomach and lay on top. Inserting his friend into me, he continued fucking me at a very fast pace. Oliver was very focused on the process, while I listened for when the front door would open. It happened very timely. Oliver groaned loudly, mercilessly fucking my pussy. I heard the click of the door lock. At that moment, I felt Oliver's hot semen flowing into me. I started crying loudly.

"No! Let me go! Enough!" — I screamed