Reluctant porn star. Part 4 ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

There was a time when my morning began with a little exercise. Over time, exercise was replaced by a cup of coffee. She turned me on no worse than exercise. But for several days now, as soon as I open my eyes, I turn on the computer. I'm not interested in the weather forecast, sports news isn't my thing either, I'm not even interested in the latest fashion. There’s only one thing on my mind right now: How are my photos online? Are there many views, are there any new comments? Well, and the like. Today, for example, I discovered a new option for myself. Clicking on my photo with the right mouse button, I saw a fad: find using... I realized that I could look for this photo on the Internet, in case it appears somewhere else. It would be interesting. Let's check... But the miracle did not happen. The search engine gave me only one address. This means that no one is interested in my work yet. We'll wait! We have a phrase in use: the award has found its hero. Four months ago, my husband became a pensioner. And only now his office was honored to provide him with a ticket to their departmental recreation center. But he took an offended pose and demanded another ticket. “I won’t go without my wife,” said Ivan, and they gave in to him. The base, of course, is not a resort in Antalya, but it’s not some kind of hole either. Two weeks in nature, not bad at all! Moreover, it’s free. Even though we are not needy, it is still nice. I took with me, believe it or not, books. I turned off my smartphone and left it at home. I took an old push-button telephone for communication. I'm thinking about whether to take a camera. I decided to take it. But first I deleted all the photos from my memory; I have them all duplicated on other media. I left one picture of me alone in a negligee. I especially liked him. Let it be, it won’t hurt! I also grabbed a tripod, although I hesitated for a long time. I didn’t take a car, we arrived by taxi. This is so that I don’t rush to the city without special need... And now I’m sitting on the terrace in a sun lounger, breathing in the fresh morning air, reading. I love sinful detective stories, what can I do? I go to the beach once a day. I go in the afternoon, so the water is warmer. I say I’m going, but I’m not going, because I’m walking alone. My husband quickly found like-minded people and they formed a circle. For days on end they either play chess or argue until they are stupefied, sorting out old games of some champions. But I'm not offended. He has his own life, as you already understand, and I have mine. Ivan hasn’t mentioned our fundamental dispute lately. In addition, he still does not know that I have already done part of my work, and a significant part, almost half! But I try not to think about it myself now. You need to take a time out so that satiety does not set in. I know that I have this characteristic. Time passes unnoticed but inexorably. We have already passed the equator of our “vacation.” I lead a measured life. But the faithful is constantly in the cycle of events, either he has a tournament or an away session of simultaneous games in a children's sanatorium. Not a moment of peace! There are three days left of a calm and measured existence. I'm already trying on my bag in which I will pack my things. But, as often happens, chance intervened. I'm coming from the beach. I walk and hum under my breath a melody that has stuck with me since last night. I’m walking and suddenly I hear a man’s voice loudly calling out to someone. I don’t pay attention, I don’t have any friends here, but the voice is persistent. - Madame Milovani, stop, please! I look dumbfounded at the tall bearded man smiling broadly at me. - Yes, I'm Milovani. This is my last name. But excuse me... - Luda, don’t you recognize your friends!? I'm Lob, do you remember this one? I looked closer and mentally removed his beard. It seems Kostya, Kostya Lbov. Well, that's right, he is. - Kostya! Really! - He's the one. In person! - What fate do you have? I've been here for ten days and haven't seen you. - Yes, I came to see my friends yesterday. I'm leaving now. How long have we not seen each other? About fifteen years? “No, Kostya, ten years,” I answered smiling. “It’s a pity, I don’t have time now, I’m in a hurry,” Kostya smiled back at me. “Otherwise, come with me, I’m on wheels.” Let's sit and remember the past! And tomorrow I will take you back. In one piece, so to speak. “Yes, I don’t mind if you don’t deliver it completely intact!” I agreed, unexpectedly even for myself. I must say that Kostya and I were close. No, we didn’t have an affair, there was no quivering relationship between us. But I won’t hide it, Kostya and I fucked. Not every day, sometimes once a week. But most often this happened less often. My preparations were short-lived. And I didn’t mean to, I just grabbed the bag ahead! I tried to call my husband on the way, but I remembered that he had another chess “tour” today. So Ivan won’t miss me, at least today. “Well, tell me, how do you live?” Kostya asked, seeing that I had finished my manipulations with the phone. - What can I tell you? I live like everyone else and no worse than others. “You know, Kostya, let’s come to my place.” Rather than telling me how I live, it’s better to see for yourself. It's coming. I'll just have to leave for half an hour. We need to sort out a couple of issues. Is it okay if so? Kostya took me home, not to a city apartment, but to a house. He brought me and left. He was absent, though not for half an hour, but much more. To be precise, Kostya was gone for the entire hour and a half. I really thought it was a sin that the man had run away, got scared and ran away. Why then did you tear me from my usual place? While he was gone, I opened my bag and decided to leave something at home. I put away the books I had read and a warm knitted sweater. I took out my camera and tripod, I shouldn’t have taken them, I didn’t need them. I took them to my “photo studio” room and installed them there. Then I looked at the renovation. Yes, the guys have made a lot of progress. Everywhere the walls and ceilings are covered with plasterboard sheets. In some places, plaster has already been applied to them, but not everywhere. The ceilings, as we agreed, are made on two levels. There were wires hanging from the niches for the lamps... I shouldn’t have suspected Kostya of running away! He returned and not empty-handed. The big bag from the supermarket was full. - Kostya! Well why? I have everything here! There the refrigerator is full. - I'm a guest! They don’t go to visit empty-handed! Kostya bought enough provisions to last a week with moderate consumption. I also brought alcohol. What a weirdo! We drank well, I mean a lot. They ate, though not very much. But they talked a lot. A little bit is me, the rest is Kostya. He was irresistible as an interlocutor. It remained the same. Hasn't changed a bit! He had this peculiarity - if he drinks, he cannot be stopped. He had countless stories and topics in stock with which he was stuffed like homemade sausage with garlic. The funny thing was that Kostya could never bring any of his stories to the end thanks to endless digressions, insertions, comparisons and riddles. And now he was in his repertoire. Once upon a time I knew how to stop this endless verbal marathon. It was necessary to throw him off balance by abruptly changing the subject. In such cases, Kostya either became confused or offended and fell silent for a while. I repeat, for a while, not forever. I decided to use this tactic. - Kostya, do you want to see my house? We started renovations. Maybe you can tell me something... Indeed, my interlocutor fell silent. But he looked clearly not offended, rather pleased. Maybe because I asked for advice? Kostya looked around room after room with an important look. He clearly enjoyed the role of consultant. But it was noticeable that he was an amateur in matters of construction and repair. But I tried not to notice it, why? “And here, I see, you have a warehouse of furniture,” Kostya said when we entered my room-“photo studio.” I wouldn’t want to show this junk, but it was too late. “You can put twenty people to sleep here!” Kostya joked. “How many sleeping places... They demolished the entire house, or what?” - Yes, they haven’t started throwing it away yet. You never know. And so I sometimes spend the night here... Here Kostya drew attention to the tripod with the camera. https://i.postimg.cc/MKyRWGHn/ Lyudmila-porn-4.jpg - Oh, you’re into photography, as I see! Thank you, it's an interesting matter. Which one is yours? Not a bad machine. Not a pro, of course, but very good. What were you filming there? Can I take a look? Kostya’s talk lulled my vigilance and I completely forgot about the piquant photo I left. When I remembered, it was already too late... He, apparently, was familiar with such equipment, so he quickly entered the menu and looked at the same photo with very interesting content on a small display. Kostya had a satisfied smile on his face and his eyes sparkled. - Well, mother give it! If you were a man, you would say “gray hair in the beard...” After a short pause he added. - Well, that’s not bad, it’s really nothing! And everything would be fine if it doesn’t happen to anyone. Well, a very mature woman wanted to have a little fun, which doesn’t happen to anyone. - Well, at least I only left one. I deleted the coolest photos, I thought with relief. This is the strange logic we have as women. On the one hand, I went out of my way to take these photos. I posted them online! On the other hand, you feel embarrassed that your friend saw one of the funny pictures, even the most harmless one. True, I didn’t want any of my friends to stumble upon the photos. Kostya automatically scrolled further. In theory, it should be empty, but in theory... I don’t know how I deleted it, but nothing was deleted, the pictures somehow remained in the memory card and Kostya stared with all his eyes at this strawberry. I was silent. Phrases like “you didn’t understand everything correctly” or “I’ll explain everything to you now” were inappropriate. Such words are spoken to a deceived husband, but Kostya is not my husband and I should not justify myself to him. - I don’t understand, who are you with? With your husband, or what? - the man was perplexed. -Can’t really see it It seemed to me that my face had turned to stone. It didn't listen to me. “No, not with my husband,” I answered. In Kostya, a diplomat, a psychotherapist, and a lawyer have clearly disappeared. With the help of a couple of glasses and his all-persuasive eloquence, he brought me to my senses and convinced me to tell him everything... “That’s how things are, Kostya,” I finished my story. “I don’t think you’re alone in your decision.” There are a lot of such stories. They just don't crawl out. As they say, everyone keeps their skeletons in a locked closet,” summed up my comforting interlocutor. We were silent.
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- And you know, Lyudochka, I’m even jealous of you! “Are you jealous?” she looked into Kostya’s eyes with disbelief. - Yes, don't be surprised. First of all, I’m jealous like a man. You and I were close... Secondly, as a friend. Why did you turn to such shady guys? Aren't you afraid of publicity? - No, Kostya, I’m not afraid. I have the one here,” I showed a clenched fist. Compromising evidence of iron... “Still, I want to help you.” You haven't stopped considering me a man, have you? - How can you help? - Well, he said that I am a man! I suddenly understood. What a surprise! - Kostya, are you serious? - Quite. Only I have an ironclad condition: my face should not be in the frame. And one more thing. I am a civilized person, I don’t recognize sexual taboos. What prudes consider a perversion is the norm for me,” Kostya said, looking at me questioningly. He probably saw the fear on my face, so he laughed and explained. - No, Luda You shouldn’t be afraid. My tastes are not so sophisticated. Since we broke up, I have not become a sadist, nor a lover of pissing or coprophilia. This is dirty business. I'm more and more in the mouth or in the ass. Doesn't that really scare you? We practiced with you in the mouth, remember. As for the butt, you once refused me this caress. Although, judging by the pictures, you didn’t hesitate to do this with the guys. - Kostya, I, too, have changed during this time, and not only externally, but in the sense that I have aged. I could have new chips. I don't like pissing. I don’t know what coprophilia is, but I’ve never been afraid of oral sex, quite the opposite, and you should remember this. And the excursion of the penis into the ass has also stopped frightening me for some time now! That day I was embarrassed in front of Kostya. I convinced him that I didn’t like pissing, that I was “not like that.” And wow, As soon as I sat on top of Kostya and felt his dick in my ass, I realized that I wanted to pee uncontrollably, I couldn’t restrain myself. And yet I couldn’t resist. She became a pervert and let loose on her partner. Kostya, feeling the hot stream, tried to cover it with his palm. It only got worse. Urine flew in all directions. Kostya’s shirt clearly showed the consequences of my embarrassment. Then the camera's self-timer went off. https://i.postimg.cc/hjzzNDNP/ Lyudmila-porn-7.jpg - Lyudka, you are still a bitch! “You said you don’t like pissing!” Kostya laughed, relieving the tension and defusing the situation. We laughed together. Here's the situation. An elderly woman sits on her partner, plunging his penis into her ass and both partners laugh. Yes, there will be something to remember! - Kostya! Let me fix everything! - And how will you do this? “Will you dry me?” my wet partner reprimanded me with feigned severity. “First of all, I’ll take you to the shower.” Secondly, I will wash your clothes. Thirdly... - What else will there be in the third? No pissing? I hope you’ve already squeezed all the urine out of yourself!? - Kostya foolishly interrupted me. - I’ll perform a belly dance for you! “Can you do it?” the man asked with disbelief. - You're offending me, boss! I even still have my uniform. Once upon a time, probably ten years have passed, we as a team congratulated our boss on some anniversary. Well, as expected in such cases, in addition to officialdom, there were also comic numbers. Dance of little swans, for example. It’s utter vulgarity, of course, but I had to take part in it! Now I will show you my outfits. I did an inspection of things in the city apartment and brought the excess here. I'll find it now... I took one item after another out of a bright plastic bag. - Look, I had to buy two skirts, although at first we planned to buy full stage costumes. But they came to their senses in time: it’s expensive, play the fool once and that’s it, throw it away. I bought skirts, put my husband on a white T-shirt, white tights and the ballerina is ready. I never wore the second skirt for the public. Do you want to see a retired ballerina? “Go ahead,” Kostya grinned condescendingly. -But I’d like to take a shower first.. - Sorry, I forgot. Bathroom down the hall, second door to the right “I told you that you’ll take me to the shower yourself,” Kostya muttered from the corridor. - I'll join now!... Kostya lazily lounged on the sofa, slightly tired after the shower. He watched with obvious curiosity as the home-grown “ballerina” put on her “stage costume.” It was quite simple: the aforementioned skirt, flesh-colored stockings with white elastic bands. I wanted to “perform bare-chested, but I changed my mind, my boobs are too saggy. I put on my bra. - How do you like me? Is the truth irresistible? - I would say that she is also sexy as hell! I really want to fuck this ballerina! “Man, I know, your offer is so obscene,” I continued to play the comedy. - Like the actress, I can give you my autographed photo! - Let's! - Only there is no photo yet, it needs to be taken! - Well, let's do it, I'm trembling with impatience! I didn’t really like the photo in the purple skirt, although we did two takes and chose the best option. I was left with “creative” dissatisfaction with my work. I wanted to brighten up this result with something more original. And I took out the second of my old “ballet” skirts. It was she and black stockings that made up my stage outfit. If only I could really go on stage like that, there would be noise... https://i.postimg.cc/T30DDHrG/ Lyudmila-porn-2.jpg
Kostya looked at me with obvious approval. “Is there nothing in your bag for me?” he joked. - Yes, Kostenka, yes! Men's black tights. The outfit is not stage, for training.. - Show me. The tights were too small for a large man. But it’s also a tights, so that anyone can fit into it, the fabric stretches. Seeing Kostya in a black tight-fitting leotard, I laughed. Well, his large figure did not fit with the image of a swift, light bolero. His powerful hook arms made him look like a longshoreman. But most of all I liked his penis, which clearly did not want to stay in tights and stubbornly strived out. “Kostya, we’ll have to let him out.” “Who?” he didn’t understand. “Your fighter,” I pointed my hand at his crotch. - How? - Why scissors? -Are you crazy? Do you want to chop off my pride? - the hefty man said blissfully. Smiling, I approached Costa and, pulling the elastic fabric away from the body, made a small hole in it, which I then carefully expanded to the desired size. My member perked up again from my careful manipulations and looked up. Order! We decided to make the pose original. Kostya easily held my weight. It was not difficult for his powerful hands. Moreover, part of my weight was taken by Kostya’s member, who was staying in my anus. I was blown away by the photo, especially the fly tape in the frame. I was about to reject the job, but my partner calmed me down. - Everything is fine! Have you seen anything like this? “No,” I answered uncertainly. - Well, I declare responsibly that this is very original. Leave it as it is! I agreed with a sigh. ...-Kostya, don’t forget me. “What if I need your help,” I said, seeing off the guest. - Call, now you have my phone. Be there.