Settled in

Hi, my name is Yana, I'm 27 years old, and I decided to share my story with you. It all started last summer. I came to Rostov-on-Don from the Voronezh region to earn money, searching for a better life. I left my two children at home with my mom; my husband left me back when I gave birth to my second child. But unfortunately, nothing worked out for me in Rostov. It was very hard to find a job, and if something did come up, it wasn't really suitable for me or didn't work out at all. So, in the second month after I arrived, while walking around the city, I decided to go in for a beer, to sit and relax at a summer cafe. I had my last thousand rubles in my wallet. I understood, of course,

that it would be foolish to spend my last money just to get drunk and forget about the problems troubling me, even if only for a short time.

Entering the cafe, I saw there were no free tables. Then I thought about sitting down with someone. At the second table on the left sat a young guy, about eighteen years old, fiddling with some papers while drinking beer and snacking on pistachios. Approaching his table, I decided to ask.

 — Excuse me, will I disturb you with my presence if I sit here?

 — No, of course not, have a seat!

I went to the counter, ordered myself two glasses of beer and some crayfish, then came back and sat at the table.

 — Are you a student?

 — No, why do you think that?

 — Well, you have papers on the table that you're sitting and studying carefully, so I thought!

 — No, I'm a businessman!

 — So young and already a businessman!

He didn't answer that. I brought the glass of beer to my lips and took a sip. He lifted his head, gathered the papers, and put them in a folder.

 — I'm Alexey!

 — Yana, very nice to meet you!

 — Likewise!

 — So, Yana, what do you do?

I sighed heavily.

 — At the moment, nothing. I'm looking for a job.

Well, and I started telling him about myself, that I've been living here for two months, nothing is working out with a job, I'm renting an apartment which, honestly, I have nothing left to pay for.

He listened to me very attentively, nodding his head.

 — Yeah!

 — So, I'm thinking, where to go!

 — Can we switch to informal 'you', Yana?

 — Of course.

 — Maybe I can help you with a job!

 — That wouldn't be bad!

I smiled back at him.

 — And what do you want to offer me, Alexey?

 — I have a house outside the city in a dacha settlement. I'm there more often than at home, and there's no one to cook, clean, or do laundry. So, I want to offer you this job as a housekeeper, governess—call it whatever you want!

 — Wow, come on, I don't even know you!

 — Well, that's exactly how we'll get to know each other better. You'll live there. I'll pay decent money; at least you won't go hungry or barefoot!

 — Don't you have a girlfriend to take care of the house?

 — There is a girlfriend, you could even say a wife, but she, like me, is constantly busy. We have a joint business, so we have to resort to a housekeeper's services!

 — I see.

Unexpectedly for myself, I agreed.

 — Okay, but I need to get my things from the rented apartment.

 — Great, then let's go right now.

He drove a black BMW. Leaving the cafe, he kindly opened the door for me. I got in, then he got in on the other side, and we drove to my apartment. He looked like just a boy—a cute face, skinny, not very tall—in general, a young, growing organism, nothing special. Arriving at the house, I got out of the car, went up to the apartment, dressed more sexily, put on some makeup, gathered my things, and came out.

We drove for about an hour and ended up in a small dacha settlement. Entering the gate of the yard, I saw how neat and clean everything was, flowers everywhere. The house looked so-so from the outside, an ordinary two-story house, but inside it was luxurious.

 — Wow, cool! Do you live here alone?

 — Yes, well, my fiancée is here sometimes too, stays overnight and comes for lunch. Here, put this on, it will be your work uniform!

He handed me a governess outfit.

 — Okay, I'll go try it on!

 — Go ahead, and I'll go take care of some business!

I tried on the outfit; I really liked it. It even seemed to me that I looked sexier in it than in any other, most revealing outfit I had ever worn. My firm, size-three breasts were sticking right out, my nipples were visible through the thin material. I don't know, I never liked wearing bras.

I started my job duties: cleaning, doing laundry, cooking.

And then, while cleaning one of the bedrooms—there were three in the house—I found two vibrators, handcuffs, a lot of beautiful lingerie, and a nurse costume in the dresser.

 — Naughty ones)!

And then one morning, Alexey's fiancée arrived.

 — Hello!

 — Hi, are you our new housekeeper?

 — Yes!

 — What's your name?

 — Yana!

 — Very nice, I'm Elena. Let's be friends!

She smiled at me, and I smiled back.

 — Yan, make some coffee, let's sit and chat!

 — Okay, I replied, it'll be ready in a minute!

We sat, drank coffee, talked about various problems, about life, like girlfriends, even though we had only known each other for half an hour. Then came an unexpected question for me.

 — Yan, have you slept with Lyoshka?

 — No, what are you saying, Len!

 — Come on, stop it. I'm fine with it; I sleep with different men too, and I don't see anything wrong with that. Even though I'm 19, I know my way around sex and partners too!

 — No, honestly, I haven't slept with him!

 — What, he hasn't even hit on you once?

 — Nope, not once!

 — I see. Well, don't worry. By the way, some guy is supposed to come over to me soon to sign a contract. He's cute, by the way. I should try to seduce him. Lyoshka is all about business, has no time or care for me, so I have to sleep with whoever comes along.

I was surprised by her words. A beautiful, young-looking girl, but such a slut. Although at her age, I was no worse, but no better either.

 — So what, Len, is Lyoshka that bad in bed?

 — No, why? He's actually quite good, just too busy!

Then she went off to meet the guest, and I went upstairs to clean the room. Her little office was through the wall. They talked about something for a long time, then I heard a man's moan. The walls in the house were made of soundproofing material that didn't block sound at all.

 — Yana, bring some cold mineral water to the office!

I quickly got dressed and went downstairs to the refrigerator.

 — Here you go!

I handed the bottle to Lena, who had a drop of un-wiped, drying sperm on her cheek.

 — Thanks, go do your things!

Two weeks passed like that, and then on Saturday morning, Lyosha arrived in a good mood, all fresh and energetic.

 — Hi, Yanachka!

 — Hi, how are things?

 — Everything's great!

 — Here, this is an advance for you!

He handed me money—17 thousand.

 — You're a good girl, you cook deliciously, the house is in order, I'm satisfied! Listen, Yan, you're probably bored here alone. Come with me somewhere, let's have a bite, have a drink?

 — Okay, just let me change!

An hour later, we were having breakfast at a restaurant, drinking wine, talking nicely, and suddenly I felt something for him. Here's a man as he should be: well-mannered, courteous, kind, nice, not stingy.

After drinking quite a bit, we called a taxi and went home.

Arriving home, Lyosha started kissing me right from the doorway. My nipples immediately got hard, my breasts swelled, my pussy got wet.

 — Come on, sweetie, come here!

He sat on the sofa, took out his cock, bent my head down. My little tongue gently touched the head, then my lips timidly enveloped it. Gradually, I increased the pace. Lyosha moaned. I tried to take the cock completely, but I couldn't. Four minutes of effort, and my face was splattered with cum.

 — Well, did you like it?

 — Yes, Yanachka, great blowjob. I want you to dance a striptease for me!

 — Oooh... well, okay, I'll try!

I turned on the music and started taking off my clothes erotically, recalling the moves.

 — Well, kitten, do you like it?

 — Oh yes!

Five minutes later, his dick was back in action. He bent me over doggy-style on the sofa and entered me with a sharp thrust. At first, the movements were slow; he tried to enter me halfway, but as soon as I impaled myself on him completely, rough thrusts began. I started moaning and screaming very loudly.

 — Oh yes... ah, aaaa, ah... more, fuck me, yes, fuck me like the last bitch on earth.

My hole was squelching from juices. Then I felt I was about to cum. Lyosha pulled his cock out of my pussy and tried to enter my ass, but I stopped him.

 — Don't go there, baby!

 — Don't be afraid, I'll get some lube now, and it'll go like clockwork!

 — Maybe we shouldn't?

 — We should, you'll see!

He went to get the lube. Bringing it, he found me in the same position. He lubed my anus and pressed his cock against it.

 — It will hurt, bear with it!

 — I can't, honey!

He started pushing the head of his cock against the ring of my anus. I felt terrible pain but endured it. The head went in; he stopped for a moment, then started pressing smoothly again. A minute later, the cock was halfway into my ass, but I couldn't stand the pain anymore and pushed him away.

 — That's enough, I can't take it anymore!

 — Well, screw you then.

 — Lyosh, come on, stop sulking, please.

 — I'm not sulking!

After these words, I pounced on him and started kissing him passionately. Lyosha instantly tore off my outfit. I felt his tongue caressing my nipples, squeezing them, slightly pulling, teasing them with his fingers, and rolling between them. We were both very aroused. I sat him on the sofa and climbed on top. I took out his cock, positioned myself so only the head was inside me. I started moving slowly up and down. My pussy squelched, impaling itself on his cock. I rose on him and sharply dropped down, squeezing my vaginal muscles to grip the cock tighter, to feel it deeper, dropping all the way down. I closed my eyes when the cock hit my cervix. I moved faster on him, licking my lips. He looked at me, devouring my body with his eyes: my bouncing breasts with large, hard nipples, my shamelessly spread lips, his shiny shaft sliding like a piston between them. Five minutes later, it all ended with a violent orgasm for both of us. That time, I still didn't let him have my ass. I still work for him and don't regret anything. There are a ton more stories of our sex, it's just a lot to write. Maybe I'll write something else sometime).