Marina. Part 8: "Natural Calculation"

The New Year holidays had begun. Marina was walking around shops and buying groceries. She was alone. Her husband was away on a business trip, which was a frequent occurrence, and she had left her daughter with her parents. After gathering two full bags of groceries, Marina took her phone, opened a taxi-hailing app, and ordered a car. After a while, a standard white Granta pulled up. Marina picked up the bags and, opening the rear door, struggled to place them on the seat, then got in herself on the other side. She greeted the driver, and the ride began. Glancing in the mirror, the taxi driver almost let go of the steering wheel in surprise. Sitting in the seat was that very same married blonde he had, several

weeks ago, drunkenly fucked in this car. But Marina had no idea about this because that evening she had slept like a log. During the ride, the taxi driver made casual conversation and kept glancing in the rearview mirror at the face of the well-groomed blonde, who in the daylight turned out to be very beautiful, unlike in the dim light of the car's interior that evening. "Well, little filly... don't you remember me?" thought the taxi driver. "But I remember you well, and so does my dick." And then they drove into that very courtyard and stopped at the same entrance. The taxi driver's doubts vanished instantly. When the car stopped, Marina paid for the ride and began unloading the grocery bags. The bags were so large she couldn't manage them. "Will someone meet you, or do you need help?" asked the taxi driver. "My husband is on a business trip right now," Marina replied. "But I wouldn't refuse help." "I'd be very grateful," she said. "You will be, and how you will be," thought the taxi driver, his eyes lighting up. He got out of the car, closed it, and approaching Marina, took the bags from her. Then, swaying her wide hips slightly, she walked ahead to open the door. As she walked, the taxi driver stared at her round ass, tight in her jeans. Entering the entrance, she wanted to take the bags, but the taxi driver said, "Let me carry them to the apartment." It was important for him to get into Marina's apartment because a plan had already formed in his head. "Thank you so much." "Oh, I probably won't be able to pay you back," she joked. "You'll pay back, and how," thought the taxi driver, smirking slightly. And so they went up to the second floor and approached the right apartment. Marina opened the door and went into the apartment; the taxi driver with the bags followed. She took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack. After that, she took the bags from the taxi driver and carried them to the kitchen, while he remained in the hallway. Then she peeked into the corridor and said, "Wait a second, I'll find the money and pay you." The taxi driver said, "Could you pour some water? I'm really thirsty." The sound of water was heard, and Marina appeared with a glass. She approached and handed the glass to the taxi driver. He emptied the glass and handed it back to Marina; she turned and wanted to go to the kitchen, but at that moment a strong hand grabbed her by the neck in a chokehold. "What are you doing!?" she asked, frightened. "What do you want?" "I'll give you all the money I have right now, just please don't touch me." The taxi driver leaned close to her ear and said, "Go to the bedroom. We'll settle up now. Did you think I'd take your money?" "I'd rather take you once," he said and pushed her in the back. Marina stood motionless. The taxi driver reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a knife. He pressed it to Marina's neck and said, "Well, come on, or I'll cut you right now." Marina got scared and moved toward the bedroom. They entered the room. In the middle of the room was a large double bed. The taxi driver let go of Marina and said, "Don't struggle, and everything will be fine." Then he took off his jacket, threw it on the floor, and approached Marina. In one hand he held the knife, and with the other he began feeling Marina's breasts through her sweater. Then the taxi driver started pulling Marina's sweater up, trying to take it off. "Come on, take it off!" he said, bringing the knife close to her again. The sweater flew to the floor. Under the sweater was a white lace bra. The taxi driver freed her breasts from the cups and began kneading them. He leaned down and with his tongue began playing with her nipples, caressing them one after the other. "What tits," he muttered. "Your husband is lucky." After that, the taxi driver began pressing on Marina's shoulders and made her kneel. "Now suck," he said. Marina shook her head negatively. He shook the knife in front of her face, and reluctantly, she reached for the waistband of the taxi driver's tracksuit pants. She pulled them down to his knees, and before her appeared a surprisingly firm, un-old-man-like dick. But Marina was in no hurry to take it in her mouth. "Suck, come on! I fucked your mouth myself when I was driving you drunk, and now you'll do everything yourself," said the taxi driver. "What?" Marina was surprised. "Should drink less," said the taxi driver. "Well, how long do I have to wait?" He brought the knife close to Marina's face again. Resigning herself to her fate, she took the head of his dick into her mouth and began slowly sucking. This arrangement didn't suit the taxi driver: "Suck better, like you do for your husband, even though he's on a business trip, today I'm taking his place." Marina began sucking a bit more actively. She only took half the dick into her mouth. The taxi driver couldn't stand it and, placing his hands on the back of Marina's head, shoved his dick into her mouth to the base, pressing his balls against her chin. After standing like that for a few seconds, he began not just fucking, but literally pounding Marina's mouth. "Glug... glug... ughm" echoed through the room. From such intense oral sex, tears streamed down Marina's face, and all her makeup smeared. Then he pulled out his dick and commanded, "Lick my balls!" Marina was in no hurry. Then he gathered his balls in his fist and placed them on Marina's chin. She had no choice but to start licking the hairy old man's balls. After a minute, the old man put his dick back in her mouth. After fucking for another 5 minutes, the taxi driver stopped. He let go of Marina and began undressing. "Undress!" he addressed Marina. "Did you think I'd stuff your mouth and leave?" "Nooo, dear, I'm going to fuck you so hard today, like your husband never has," he said, moving closer to her. "Enough, please," Marina pleaded, but he was relentless and pressed on her. "Undress, quickly!" "It'll be enough when I want it." "I have plenty of time, I can fuck you all night." After that, a ringing slap burned Marina's cheek. "Undress, quickly!" yelled the taxi driver. She quietly began to cry and slowly started taking off her jeans. Meanwhile, the taxi driver made himself at home on the bed and waited. Under the jeans were white thongs. She took those off too and remained standing naked in front of the bed. The taxi driver lifted his dick and said, "Well, what are you looking at?" "Come on, sit down." "You'll ride a bit, or I'll fuck you with the knife." After these words, Marina climbed onto the bed and, with tears, began positioning herself to sit on the dick of the old man now lying in their marital bed. She slowly impaled herself on his dick and began moving up and down slowly. The taxi driver's face showed pure bliss. Not long ago, he had fucked the pussy of a helpless, drunk, sleeping woman, and now that pussy was impaling itself on his dick. "Come on, harder!" commanded the taxi driver and slapped her ass. Marina decided not to tempt fate and moved faster. "Oooooh, yes, like that... come on, take my dick in your marital bed," the taxi driver gloated. Then, without pulling out his dick, he shifted Marina into the missionary position and began hammering his dick into her vagina with powerful thrusts, all the way to his balls. From his thrusts, the bed creaked, and Marina's breasts bounced in rhythm. Biting her lip, she lay there looking at the ceiling. After fucking her for about 7 minutes, the taxi driver stopped and said, "Now get on all fours." Marina did as he said. The taxi driver sharply drove his dick into her and began, pulling her by the hips, fucking her vagina at a fast pace. After a couple of minutes, he felt he was about to cum. This time, he wasn't wearing a condom. "Maybe I should impregnate you in the marital bed? Your husband will come back from his business trip, and here's a little gift," he said. "Nooo, please, don't," Marina sobbed. "Don't want to... Well then, take this!" The taxi driver sharply pulled out his dick and just as sharply drove it into Marina's ass. From the surprise, she screamed so loudly that probably the whole building heard her. After inserting his dick, he made a few movements, growled, and began shooting his cum into the girl's rectum. After finishing, he let go of Marina, and she fell onto the bed, powerless. The taxi driver got up, got dressed, took a piece of paper from his pocket, wrote something, and placed it on the bedside table. "I wrote my number here... If you want me to fuck you again, call." After that, he left the room, leaving Marina lying on the marital bed with cum dripping from her ass. Hearing the door close, Marina, crying, went to the shower. After showering and washing off all the old man's cum, she got ready and went to pick up her daughter. She decided to go by bus because she was now afraid to call a taxi.

To be continued....