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My first two pictures have been online for five days now. I haven't looked at them yet. However, I feel that the time has come to do this. So, we type the name of the site and go. The design of the site is such that all downloaded photos are located in a single feed, which must be scrolled to see new images. The first, as expected, were the loading images of the current day. There were many, many of them. Mine are already five days old. They are already somewhere at the bottom of the tape. Searching manually, rotating the mouse wheel, will get confusing. I turned on autoscroll and watched: one minute, two, three it went. The tape slowly creeps up, revealing more and more details. I was already starting to get dizzy from the continuous flashing. I was about to stop this photo stream, when suddenly a familiar face appeared in it. Okay, let's stop. This is true. It's definitely me! A mature whore with a dick in her anus was looking at me from the monitor screen, smiling widely. She shamelessly spread her legs, dressed in white stockings, and was in seventh heaven. Anyone would say that looking at this picture. But this was not just a photo. This is a special photo. On it I will make my debut as a porn model. At the bottom left was a logo with the name of the site. Congratulations to you, Lyudmila Petrovna! You are counted among a host of special women! I was in a state of euphoria, although there was still a chill of fear in my soul. One part of me was afraid that some of the people in my circle might see the picture. The second, apparently more depraved part of me, for some reason passionately wanted this! But I really assessed this chance as insignificant. Who visits such sites? People much younger than me. My mature friends and acquaintances are unlikely to hang out there. I looked at the statistics: the first image has 312 views, 3 downloads. The second has 308 and 1, respectively. I wonder why this is so. Next to my “works” there were pictures, the statistics of views and downloads were simply impressive. Here it’s 2K, and there it’s 3, 7K. Although there are many who have a meager figure: 57 or maybe 32. So I’m not the last on this “honor board”... Yes, I forgot to say that my intimate hairstyle in the form of a narrow vertical strip on the pubic area did not impress me. I looked at her for a long time, this way and that, now zooming in on the picture, now zooming out. As a result, I came to the conclusion that it doesn’t suit me. More like some kind of dirty spot. And I shaved it all off. She shaved it herself, without waiting for her “barber-hairdresser.” I didn’t communicate with Alexey for a couple of days after the “photo shoot” and didn’t go to my village at all. I practically never left the apartment, except for going to the supermarket to buy groceries. No, I'm lying. I took the car for scheduled maintenance. I left my car with them, gave the keys to a mechanic I knew and asked him to bring the car home to me after completing the routine maintenance. Some extra money will allow you to complete this task with great enthusiasm! That's it. The rest of the time I was bored at home. And if you think that I made endless excursions to porn sites, then you are mistaken. Not without this, of course, but without fanaticism. I know that the more often I look there, the faster satiety will set in. So I combined business with pleasure: I cleaned the apartment, had a little fight with my husband about his scattered socks. listened to music. By the way, my husband and I are not touching on our “sore topic” yet. I am silent that two out of ten plots are already in place where they should be... My car is already with me, it was returned to me on the same day. So I'm back on wheels again. I feel that I already miss the noise of repair work, the squeal of the grinder and the buzz of the screwdriver. And I want to see my “slaves” even more. I'm going there today. I pass by the stop. There is a crowd of people, there probably hasn’t been a bus for a long time. Suddenly, a crazy woman falls out of this crowd and almost throws herself under the wheels. I slam on the brakes, open the glass of the passenger door and am ready to say everything I think about this fool, when suddenly the “fool” spoke in a familiar voice. - Oh, Lyudochka, it’s so good that you turned up. “I’ve been standing there for an hour, I don’t have the strength anymore!” my neighbor on the landing jabbered. “Vera Ivanovna, just a little more, and it wouldn’t be me who would give you a lift, but at best an ambulance!” Sit down quickly. Where are you going? Vera named the institution where she was going. Big detour, but nothing. Let's do a good deed! Let's go. Vera Ivanovna, by the way, she is eighty-two, twenty years older than me, but she runs like a young woman, I can’t keep up with her! She chattered incessantly. I listened with half an ear. There was a little silence. - Oh, my dear, would you advise me on how to deal with my grandson? - What's wrong with him? Maxim is a good guy, polite, kind... “Yes, he’s kind,” the old woman agreed. - Yes, lately I’ve started doing such obscenities! - Why did you start running around girls? It's about time! How much is it for him? Fifteen? - Sixteen. Yes, if they were girls, then it’s not so bad. One day his mother came into his room to call him for dinner. And he, the brat, fell asleep at his compact computer. “A computer,” I corrected Vera. - Yes, that's what I say. He fell asleep, which means he was tired. Mother, Lenka that is, wanted to turn off this computer...! Oh, if you’re wrong, you won’t be able to speak out! I was silent and did not prompt. They have a strange tradition in their family - women get married very late. Because Lenka is already fifty dollars, and his son is only sixteen “So I wanted to turn it off, but then the screen would light up!” And there it is! My grandson is watching naked women! Yes, if it were just women, because you know what men and women do? I imagined what men and women do in such situations. What Vera said suddenly made my heart pound. So Max is a regular on sites with strawberries. What if he stumbles upon my image there? This thought suddenly made me feel hot, very hot. Apparently something changed in my face, because Vera asked. - What's wrong with you, girl? Maybe you feel bad? You've become all red for some reason. Maybe pressure? I opened the side window further. - Yes, it’s a little hot today. Here we are, Vera Ivanovna! - Thank you Lyudochka! Leaning into the salon she quietly added. - You're talking about my granddaughter to no one! I'm telling you a secret! - Okay, Vera Ivanovna, no one! Goodbye! I spent the rest of the road thinking. Did you see it or not? But very soon I calmed down. Such sites are a dime a dozen! Besides, I'm pretty sure the young guy will be drooling over the naughty images of pretty young girls. This thought completely calmed me down and I drove into the courtyard of my house in a normal state. She stopped the car and laughed out loud. - Yes, Vera Ivanovna, you chose your interlocutor well! I found someone to cry into my vest! I don’t know why, but I decided to call Lenka, the mother of Maxim, a porn lover. I had a phone number somewhere. Yep, here he is. - Hello, Lena! - Hello. So I didn’t immediately talk about Max’s “exploits”, I came from afar. — Today I met Vera Ivanovna. I dropped her off at the social security office. We talked about this and that. “She didn’t tell you anything about Max?” Lena asked after a short pause. I didn’t know how to behave, to speak, not to say that I knew. But I remembered Vera’s request not to say a word to anyone. That's why I decided to play unknown. - No, what is he, he’s not going to get married in an hour! - Which one is it? My son became interested in porn. - Lena, where do you live? They're all there now. Well, not all, maybe so many. - Well, then others, or my son. - Stop it, he’ll play for a while, and then he’ll get busy with the girls. “It would be better if he took care of the girls now!” - Don’t tell me, you don’t know what’s better. “How did you catch him?” I pretended to be ignorant. - It doesn’t matter how. But I looked into the history of his visits, and there were almost only porn sites. Snapshots downloaded darkness from there. And you know what amazed me most? Almost all the women there are mature. forty to fifty.. A trickle of sweat ran down my back. What if this brat found me there and downloaded me too? “Have you seen them, these pictures?” I asked in a voice hoarse with excitement. - You ask! I looked through every single one. Mature whores, but they strive for young guys! You know, it became really interesting!” Lena laughed. My heart was relieved. It blew by. “What are you trying to achieve?” I asked myself. “On the one hand, you try to leak the pictures onto the Internet, on the other, you’re afraid that someone might find out!” Truly: I want it and it injects me. But, apparently, I had more desires, I cast aside all doubts... We didn’t have Lesha and his team until lunch. I waited for them for an hour and a half. I already thought, they didn’t cheat us, these guys got us a deposit and some of the money for the construction of materials too. Then I remembered that I had them on a good hook and calmed down. A tripod with a camera caught my eye. Come on, Lyudka, one solo photo. As she was dressed, she took a piquant pose. There is one! I looked. Not that. You need to take off your panties, raise the hem of your dress higher, around your waist, widen your legs, like this. Well, that's better. Not everyone will like it, but lovers of mature nature, I think, will appreciate it! Lesha and the guys showed up after two in the afternoon. It is noticeable that the “leader” was not in a good mood that day. This was noticeable in his monosyllabic answers to my questions. He was clearly upset about something. In the presence of his team, I did not want to ask about the reasons for his “disease.” Therefore, under the guise of solving production issues, I called him away and took him into the yard. - So, young man, what is happening to us? Why are we sulking? “Who offended you?” I foolishly pestered. — I had a fight with a girl. - We even have a girlfriend! - I continued to fool around. Well I love it! I love to indulge and show off. And now... - There is a girl and she most likely left me. - How did you offend her? He looked at me carefully and asked. “You seriously don’t understand or you’re being a fool.” I immediately forgave him for this “you’re being a fool.” Well, it came out in the heat of the moment! - I don't understand. “Don’t you remember that you left a hickey on my penis?” “And why does she check you every day?” I laughed. “No, not everyone,” Alexey answered with a slight smile. “Yeah, he’s smiling, that’s a good sign,” I thought. And she said it out loud. - Why does a guy need a girl who doesn’t trust him? Who can't forgive him for a little prank? “Yeah, really small!” the guy suddenly laughed. This made me happy, lol, so we will continue with him. Wait, why only with him? Will those two net? No, I won’t let you mess around! - Lesha, have you explained the situation to the guys yet? - Not yet. I can't decide... - That's good. And don't tell them anything. I'll come up with something myself. A little later... Well, how are we feeling today? Can we continue? Because I wanted it so bad today, I don’t know if I can accept refusal! - I pestered the guy. “I got the hint,” answered Lesha. - So what should we do with the guys? Shall we invite them too?” Alexey tried to be clever. — Leave the irony. The time will come and we will invite you. Now come up with something serious. - What to think. We have two more objects. I'll send them to one of them. Half an hour later the guys left, taking some tools with them. We are alone in the house. She closed the door and went to work. — Luda, I looked at the pictures. - Yes. Not enough views. - Do you already want fame? — Not that much, but it’s nice when you are appreciated and admired. - Do you think everyone admires it that much? Have you read the comments? - I didn’t see them. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t exist!” Visit the site! - So, here it is, the first one! Wow! There are already more than a thousand views! “Let me do it,” Lech asked and sat down at the keyboard. “Here are our comments.” There were nine comments. Three of them were without text, ordinary emoticons, smiling faces. And in the remaining six the text was present. Two immediately disappeared, uninteresting: “class” or “super.” Me too, writers. Three were more meaningful. 1. “Elderly. You should be busy with your grandchildren, but you strive to become a porn star. At your age!” 2. “I love mature women. They know everything. They are shameless and depraved! I want her!” 3. "Interesting picture. She's got a dick in her ass and she's smiling like a cooking show host!" 4. “I like these “primordial” breasts. Do they reach the navel?” After reading the third of their significant comments, Lekha and I looked at each other and laughed. A wit, however. The fourth one jarred me a little. - See, here's constructive criticism for you. There is no need to be like a “cooking show host.” You have to smile mysteriously, piquantly. Is everything clear to you, madam actress!? “Extremely,” I answered, imitating his tone... “Oh, as I see, you shaved off your mustache,” Lesha said picturesquely when he saw me naked. He examined me appraisingly again and pronounced a verdict. - No more full negligee. A bra is required, it is not negotiable. Well, those stockings are funny... The tripod is installed, my handsome digital camera is on it. I'm dressed, or rather undressed... Oh, you'll break your leg in terms of that! In short, I'm ready. Here it is, the self-timer button. I press and hear the usual sound. Let's run to Lesha! You need to hit the target with your dick and get in tune... But I had only taken a couple of steps when the self-timer sound disappeared. I return and see that the device has gone out. - All! We've arrived. The battery is dead! - said Lesha. - How did she sit down!? I was filming today, literally an hour ago. Everything was fine. - So let's charge! There is time. How long does it take to charge it? - Alexey was not at a loss. “Yes,” I answered sadly, “we’ll charge it.” I'm just afraid there's still charge in the city. “Well, let’s take pictures with a smartphone,” suggested Lesha. Do you have a good camera? - !8 megapixels. - I have the same one. We’ll use both, then we’ll compare and choose the best,” Alexey announced the verdict. “Do you have a holder in your car?” - Which? — For a smartphone, what else! You can't fix it on this tripod... - Eat. - Well, bring it then. I was about to go, but Lesha stopped me. - Well, where are you going like this? I came to my senses and laughed. My outfit was impressive: a bra and stockings to boot. Good!... Removed. We looked. It turned out tolerable. The quality of the camera cannot be compared... Where there should be light shadows, it turned out to be darkness. Alekseev's genitals were black, like... “But your smile is different,” my partner consoled me. “Sexy?” I asked hopefully. “In general, yes,” answered Lesha after a pause. “Let’s do another one?” I suggested. “We have time.” - Can. But change your clothes. By the way, I offered you an option in clothes. - What will be visible? I doubted. “The most interesting things will be hidden.” - What needs to be seen, we will not hide. And the rest will be fantasized by strawberry lovers,” Lesha philosophized, “Yes, and the engagement ring should be in the frame, for piquancy!” - Lesha, I have a counter request. - Which? - I want you to be in the frame too. Alexey thought and thought and... agreed. - Persuaded me. But with one condition. Hide my ear with the earring with blur. “What?” I didn’t understand.
—Darkness, Well, the blur effect, that is, blur... Or better yet, use some effect and cover it with a stock image. Let's do it. Don't be afraid! I liked the second of today's photos better. Inspired by Lesha’s praise, I pasted on the same smile. Well, since she’s sexy, according to her partner, then why not! That evening, in bed, I thanked Alexey well for his “works!
