Mobile version
Soon after our conversation, if our scandal can be called that, my husband rushed home. This was to be expected. The husband does not like to be contradicted or contradicted. And here I said this! To be honest, I myself was scared by the realization of what was said. Now it’s inconvenient to return, and fulfilling what I promised to Ivan seems unrealistic to me. Both from a moral point of view and from the point of view of fulfilling what was promised. How to do this? What, advertise around the city: a young lady is looking for partners for intimate communication with obligatory photographic recording of the process! Yes, I'm in trouble, Lyudochka. I'm stuck! I decided to go to the city. I go out into the yard, and there, despite the day off, construction guys are working, unloading bags from a pickup truck; there are metal profiles in the sides, tied with tape. Well done, guys! And their day off is not a day off. Business! - Are you going to the city, Lyudmila Petrovna? - asked the eldest, Alexey. - Yes, Lesha, I’m going home. I won't be back today, I'll stay in the city. Don't be bored... See you. “Goodbye,” the boys answered in a discordant chorus. My husband was not at home in the apartment. He didn’t answer calls, or rather, he was off topic. What to do? I went shopping, sat in a cafe. Ice cream with pistachios (two servings, by the way) put me in a positive mood. Well, now we can go home. Where? I didn’t really want to go back to the apartment. Back to the village again? Come on... Stop! I almost forgot. I wanted to take a camera from the apartment. It's good that I remembered. Good digital Nikon D90. Not for professionals, but quite decent. I took it and also grabbed a tripod. I've arrived. I sat on the terrace for a while and read. What next? A bit boring. I decided to look at the other half, the one that was being renovated. It's a day off, the house is quiet and empty. I wonder what the guys did. For some reason the front door was unlocked. “They didn’t bother to lock it,” I muttered. But the estate was fenced, and there was a good lock on the gate. Only my husband and I had the keys, and they recently gave one set to our builders so they wouldn't have to depend on us. You never know. But the front door will still have to be locked. You never know. I entered and walked through the house. My steps should have sounded loudly in empty rooms, as they say in novels. But I didn’t have stilettos on my feet, but soft house slippers, so I walked silently. I go and look. I open the doors to one room, doors that, I must say, are strong. I've always liked them. I wanted them to stay that way. Beautiful oak texture, varnished. They fit perfectly, the sound insulation is perfect, so why touch them? I see that the old wallpaper has peeled off the walls, the walls themselves are blurred in places, and some are missing. In another room, a metal frame for drywall was already installed. Ventilation pipes are fixed throughout the ceiling. I opened the door to the largest room. It's adjacent to where I live now and where my husband and I recently discussed my sexuality. I walked in and was stunned. What was happening in the room was what the culture calls a sex party. It was something between a brothel and a bar: there was eroticism and drinking. But the most interesting thing is the composition of the brothel-bar's visitors. Our builders were present, otherwise how would the rest of the public get here. There was also a better half. Two ladies were sitting at a makeshift table: a sheet of plasterboard was laid on a construction crane. What a table! Another lady was sitting on Alexei’s lap. I haven't seen her face yet. Warm company, though! Seeing me, the “vacationers” fell silent, looking at me intensely. The unknown woman, sitting on Lesha’s lap, hugged him, hugging him around the neck. She hadn’t seen me yet and was babbling something in his ear. The guy interrupted her, and the lady turned away from him, offended. That's when she saw me. My God! That's who I didn't expect to see here. Polina herself! This is the meeting. - Paulie! You came to visit me! - I said sarcastically. - What a good girl you are. Is Pasha with you? Where is he? (Pasha is her husband). Or are you alone with friends? Polina was dumbfounded and fell silent. No surprise, such an unexpected meeting. - And I... and we are here... How are you here? - Paula tried to explain herself, but so far she has not succeeded. I stood and thought about what I should do with all this. The decision had to be made quickly and could not be postponed. I decided to make the best of the situation. I have a powerful trump card in my hands. I will neutralize the bitchy Polina, if not forever, then at least for a long time. What about the guys? Now the guys have a very promising plan. Oh, Lyudmila! Oh yes. Okay, I won’t continue.—Okay, boys! Take the lady home. “It’s time for them!” I said quietly, but it seemed to me that there was metal in my voice. Well, not bad, Lyudmila. The guys immediately jumped up, the women reacted more restrained. Somehow they collected their things, everyone reached for the exit.
- Okay, boys! Take the ladies home. It's time for them to go home! — I said quietly, but it seemed to me that there was metal in my voice. Well, not bad, Lyudmila. The guys instantly jumped up, the women reacted more restrained. Having collected their things, everyone headed out. - And you, Lesha, I’ll ask you to stay. Alexei stood in front of me with his head down. I looked at him carefully. An interesting combination: blond hair and black eyebrows. A bizarre game of genes. - Lyudmila Petrovna! Today is a day off. And I don't think we committed any particular offense. Well, yes, a little. Brought... to your house. If you are guilty, forgive me. - Lesha. There is one thing. Do you ever think about the personality of your girls? Who are they, where are they from? The guy was silent. So, Lesha, who was that hot brunette who was sitting on your lap? Not interested? You should. She is the wife of a very powerful man. And it can become a source of big, I would even say, very big troubles for you. It's not a very pleasant situation, you know. If you want and if you are smart enough, you can make a story out of it. - Well, why do you need to make this little joke public? “No,” I agreed easily. And I won't do this if you come with me. Alexey looked at me questioningly and at the same time with hope. - Don't be afraid, Lesha. I will not offer you any crime. . Although, I must admit, my request will be very piquant. Especially considering my age. Alexey looked at me in bewilderment, not understanding what I was getting at. - You know, Lesha, let's continue not here. My room was also not standard, but still there were no smells of a recent feast with cheap alcohol. - If I offer you a drink, would you like one? - I suggested. - I wouldn't refuse. “I don’t like wine,” I admitted, pouring Hennessy into glasses. “I prefer a little cognac to a lot of wine. - I agree with you, Lyudmila Petrovna. — What is the essence of your request? And, savoring the contents of the glass, I told Alexey about a recent adventure with my husband. And I told him in great detail. Lesha listened without interrupting, and only asked at the end. - How can I help you? - Lesha, you (from now on I addressed him as you) really didn’t understand anything. ? Well, I'm speaking directly. Do you understand the essence of my argument with my husband? - Yes, you must introduce the topic of photographs of yourself having sex with other men within a year. - Not just photos, but photos that ended up on the Internet! And for such photographs, Leshenka, I need a partner, or rather partners. Understand? The guy looked at me in surprise. - So you want me to... - Yes, yes, yes! You think right! Because you owe me now. There is a price to pay for my silence, otherwise I might speak. We women love to gossip. And so that, of course, I don’t accidentally say too much, you must become an obedient boy,” I cooed, running my fingers through his short hair. - I want you to be my first partner! And by the way, you can call me “you.” You'll agree, won't you, my little bunny? Oh, sorry, my lion. - You,... . “You have a strong side in your character,” Alexey said after a short pause. -You are very good at persuading your interlocutor. In the end, he, that is, the interlocutor, has to agree. There is nowhere to go. I'm ready... That evening Alexey did not go home. We started fulfilling my annual plan... It’s true what they say, there are no ugly women, only a little vodka. But we didn’t have vodka, but we had enough cognac. Therefore, Lesha did not have any questions about my age, or about my beauty, or about sexuality. We went to the shower together. However, as soon as Alexey looked at my hairy pussy, he immediately offered me a “hairstyle”. - If you want to post photos on the Internet, you need to shave or at least get a haircut. - If necessary, we will do it. You'll help me, won't you? - First, give me the scissors, and let's go to the room. I had to lie on my back and spread my legs bent at the knees, like in a missionary position. Lesha, like a novice hairdresser, examined my hair. Then he began to cut it, placing the cut curls next to me on the sheet. The scissors buzzed delightfully; their sound amused me, as did the cutting procedure itself. From time to time he stopped and assessed the work. Finally, after another series of whacks of my scissors, Lesha made a stupid announcement. - Madam, your “girl” is ready for further use! You can begin. Having accepted Alexey's rules of the game, I responded in the same spirit. - Yes, my lord!
We went to my room, because it was in it that we had to take pictures, against the backdrop of a wall with old wallpaper. The room was quite long. Some of the furniture from other rooms, where renovations were already underway, was piled along the walls. There was a sofa, a wooden bed, and a pair of wide armchairs. They were to become our “testing ground”. Oh my God, I forgot my camera! I took it out of the case and set it to the desired mode. Meanwhile, Alexey set up a tripod and fixed the camera on it. I think that's it. “Lesha,” I turned to my partner. - This is my first episode, the first of ten issues. And I want to make sure this damn thing doesn't go wrong. What advice would you give me? The guy thought for a while and then suggested. - It seems to me that we need a non-trivial move. I would vote for anal. Can you do it? - You’re saying that I’m too old for this and I’ll be scared? - I tried to be indignant. - Come on, come on! “I didn’t even think about it,” Alexey answered, although his sly smile spoke precisely of this. That's it! - But I’m not afraid and choose this option! - I answered Lesha with a challenge in my voice. For my “baptism of fire” I chose a wooden bed with a high back. A tripod with a camera was placed opposite her. “Sit on the bed, I want to try it on,” I asked Alexei. The guy sat down, and I looked at how the shot would turn out. So, I think we need to move the tripod a little, a meter. It will be good. I looked at Lesha and laughed. I'm an old fool. I got my camera ready and forgot about my partner's camera! She is hanging, but she should be standing. The penis turned out to be very responsive to my oral sex. Very soon I brought him into a “fighting” state. Well, I think that's it. Having turned on the self-timer system, I rushed to Lesha and tried to sit with my butt on his protruding penis. I tried and faltered. It doesn’t fit, it hurts! The photographer didn’t wait long, we saw the flash and heard the shutter click. Idle shot! - Don’t you know that you need to put cream on your butt? And then everything will go like clockwork. - Alexey said with the air of an expert. “I know, I just forgot in a hurry,” I lied to the guy. But why lie? I actually heard about it. I looked at myself in the mirror again and decided that my favorite pendant around my neck would suit me. Oh yes, I'll put on stockings, white stockings... The second attempt was successful. The guy’s excited penis was able to overcome the resistance of my ass and, although it was noticeably painful, I greeted the camera flash with a wide smile. I wanted to make it as sexy as possible. I’ll tell you how I managed it in the comments. Lesha and I, after looking at the shot, came to the conclusion that it turned out very well and there was no need for a double. At that moment I felt like a completely different woman than an hour ago, even half an hour ago! It happened! I crossed my Rubicon! I forgot a little, and Lesha reminded me of this by coughing. - Leshenka, I am so grateful to you. And believe me, my gratitude is not an empty phrase. I understand that sex with me is not an option for you, but let's put aside prejudices. - Luda, why don’t we take a look at this picture and make some adjustments for the future? I won't be wrong if I say that this picture is not the last one, right? “Not the last,” I answered, thinking how diplomatically the guy refused me. Diplomat, I can’t say. OK... I uploaded the photo to the computer so that I could see the details clearly on the large monitor. I thought he was pretty good. The position of Alexey’s hands seemed very erotic to me. With them he stretches my labia, opening the entrance to the vagina. I can still feel those touches, they were so pleasant! This detail is clearly visible in the photo. I won’t lie, I highlight this shot and many of my other shots. He's the first. It means a lot. By the way, I posted this shot in the first part, although it is a little out of place there. But I think the venerable bison of the site will forgive a mature woman such a small liberty. At that moment I thought that it was all over for today, the program was exhausted. But Alexey didn’t think so, although it would seem that he shouldn’t have cared how I looked at a pornographic picture. But no, He is used to doing everything conscientiously. Or maybe he picked up my enthusiasm, who knows? - Luda, do you think it worked? Don't you see any flaws? - What's wrong? In my opinion, everything is in place. - But there are minor roughnesses.
- Like what? - I asked. - Well, look, you have two red stripes on your chest - these are marks from your bra straps. This is a minus. By the way, do you know how professionals avoid this? - I like it better this way. It's more realistic. - This is for you. What do others say? And your chest, Luda, is a little distorted. - So, let's pull it up? - Don't worry, just get her out of sight. Disguise it under a bra, under a blouse. Many people like to have sex with their clothes on. - Good idea, I agree. - I would shave my pussy. It doesn't look nice. It’s somehow sloppy, or something,” Lesha didn’t bother. - Come on, hairdresser, shave. It's difficult for me myself. - What does your husband use to shave with? - Alexey asked. - There, in the bathroom, he has everything on the shelf. You'll see for yourself. Lesha brought several razors, a tube of shaving paste and a brush in a wide plastic cup from the bathroom. - Doesn’t he use foam? — the guy was surprised. - No, I’m used to it the old fashioned way. - Lesha soaped my crotch and was going to shave it, but suddenly he suggested. - Let's leave a path on your pubic area. A narrow vertical stripe. I've seen this in professional women. Well, in the photos, of course... - for some reason the guy was embarrassed. “Okay, leave it, it’s visible from the outside,” I easily agreed. Alexey looked at me appraisingly. - So, everything seems to be fine. And then, as we agreed. The chest must be covered, or better yet the stomach. - How? - I didn’t realize. - Not a towel. Something like a skirt that rides up to the waist, or a combo... - ABOUT! - suddenly it dawned on me. - There's a black dress with a white apron. Like a maid. Will it do? Or maybe stockings? - Come on, get it! Five minutes later I was sitting on Lesha, trying not to squint from the flash. It seems that I succeeded. But I didn’t have time to smile, I didn’t guess the time. But nothing. This time we didn't look at the photos until Alexey arrived. He covered my apron with his cum! We were relaxing on the sofa. Lesha lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I didn’t refuse, although I hadn’t smoked for a long time, so I coughed a little. - Luda, how old are you? - the guy suddenly asked. I was waiting for this question and was ready for it, although the question was unpleasant. - How much of what? - I deceived myself. “Well, years,” the guy already regretted asking. - A lot, I will be fifty-seven on September 19. “I see,” said Lesha, and in April I will turn thirty-one... The guy took several deep puffs. “Now he’ll ask me something unpleasant again,” I thought for some reason, and I turned out to be almost right. - Luda, how long are you going to keep me on the hook? How many more sessions will we have? -Are you tired already? Or do you not like this kind of “work”? - No. But it's like I'm your slave. Although I could do all this on a voluntary basis. - Do it on a voluntary basis, you don’t owe me anything. - Yes, that's exactly what you think, but in reality... They were silent, but not for long.
- No, he was not silent. - Models remove their underwear many hours before a photo shoot or before a shoot. So that there are no marks on them.
- Another question. I understand that my boys will also participate in these events? Am I wrong? - You are not mistaken, inquisitive scoundrel. And by the way, prepare them in advance so that this does not come as a surprise to them. Alexey's phone rang. He looked at the display and answered in a hoarse voice. - Yes, honey! - and went out into the corridor to talk so that I wouldn’t hear. When he returned, he said. - Luda, it’s time for me to go. - It's already so late. Lyosha looked at his watch and grinned. - It’s so late. We called a taxi and Alexey left. We parted simply as colleagues, without hugs or kisses. As business partners. A good definition is business partners. I was quite pleased with the photo. There was no radiant smile. I can't always show my teeth. Next time I'll smile. I will have more than just one or two of these. I can feel it. It was good. I didn't show all my breasts, just my nipples. Pubic hair is barely visible. Maybe they should be removed altogether? I'll think about it. In addition, it is not yet possible to take pictures of the same brightness. One turned out too light, the bright and dark details simply disappeared, as if they had dissolved. The other one turned out a little gloomy. On the contrary, the dark fragments are highlighted too much. I don’t know is this really important? Now it’s time to send the products to their intended destination, that is, put them online. That’s when I started having doubts, and my hand froze on the “Enter” key. I wrote about this at the very beginning of the first part of the story. And yet the porn site accepted my work with open arms...
