Reluctant porn star. Part 5 ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

https://i.postimg.cc/wMYvPhh0/ Lyudmila-porn-14.jpg ...I am becoming more and more popular in the erotic field. My photos, of course, were not the most popular. Moreover, they are clearly inferior in the number of views to most others. True, I console myself with the fact that I uploaded mine relatively recently. But there are also progress. They both make me happy and alarm me at the same time. I found two of my pictures on other sites. I don't know how this happens. Either someone downloaded the photo and then posted it as their own. Or maybe everything is wrong, I don’t know. I already have eight of the required ten plots. But the monotony, frankly speaking, began to bother me. But on the other hand, then, arguing with my husband, in the heat of the moment I set a condition for myself: everything should be filmed in one room against the backdrop of old wallpaper. So I can’t change the conditions. I need two more pictures. And it will be seen there. What to do with partners? Isn't it time for the guys in Alexey's team to work? There are two of them, exactly. Just what I need. We need to take care of them. I'll talk to them tomorrow. Although no, it is undesirable to act head-on here. A more subtle move is needed. I have to think... I don’t know how much I would have thought if it weren’t for chance. One day Lesha came to see me in the morning, around nine o’clock. - Lyudmila Petrovna, there is a conversation. - Why are you so official? Then I was Lyuda, at worst Lyudmila, and now, suddenly, Petrovna! - I need money. - For repairs? So I gave you the day before yesterday for materials... - No, for me personally. I have it, but it's a little lacking. “And a lot is a little?” I smiled at my pun. Alexey did not react to my wit. “Well, how much do you need?” I repeated the question. The guy named the amount. A lot, but not critical. I must respect him, even though he is still in my debt. — I don’t have that much cash on me. Let's go to town. The ATM closest to us did not work, we had to go to the bank. I withdrew the money and gave it to Lesha. He was waiting for me in the car. “Can you tell me why you needed the money?” she asked a little later. - Not now, Luda. I'll tell you later. In a couple of days when I return. - So you're leaving? - For two days. - Well, okay, consider it agreed. - Luda, look after the guys. They know the job. But stop by and let them know that everything is under control. Good? - I'll do it. Alexey left, and I returned home, thinking along the way why Leshka needed the money... “Guys, how are you here?” I asked as soon as I opened the door and entered the room being renovated. She walked in and was stunned. I immediately understood why the door was closed. There was a column of dust in the room in the most literal sense. The guys stood at the plasterboard wall and rubbed putty. They rubbed it by hand, although I heard that there is a machine grinder for this purpose. They were naked to the waist and their torsos looked more like ancient plaster sculptures than human bodies. The fantastic nature of the situation was emphasized by powerful respirators that hid the faces of the young workers. One worked standing on the floor, the second was on a stepladder. Entering the room, I immediately felt the “beneficial” benefits of the abundant fine dust. My nose began to spin and I sneezed. Only now the guys saw me. They stopped, stopped rubbing the wall and took off their respirators. The skin underneath was relatively clean, in stark contrast to the rest of their bodies, which were heavily dusted. Since it was impossible to breathe there, we went out into the corridor. - Yes, guys, you've been powdered! - It's nothing yet. It can be worse. We are already sanding the finish, the layer is thinner and there is less dust. “Well, wow, less!” I couldn’t restrain myself. - Lyudmila... “Petrovna,” I prompted — You have water in your summer shower. - Yes, there's a full tank. I really rarely use it, but there is always water there. So arrange a bath for yourself. - Well, it’s already in the evening, when we’ll have some fun... Around five o'clock in the evening I came up with a plan and thought about ways to solve it. I decided not to break up the group of guys, but to work with both of them at once. I set the table in my room. There was something to drink and something to eat. My constant friend, the camera, stood in the room on its tripod. I placed it so that there is no need to go around it, but also so that it catches the eye. He definitely had to interest the guys. This was also part of my “insidious” plan. For some reason, I was absolutely confident in the success of my enterprise and therefore prepared several options for my outfits in advance. Since the guys are young, I didn't want to disappoint them with the sight of my floppy breasts or not-so-flat stomach... The less they see, the better! And clean clothes that exude a pleasant aroma also play a significant role. So, another half hour and you can give the command “sabbath”. It’s too early, of course, but I no longer have the strength to endure. Today I want to get a result that gives me the opportunity to win an argument with my husband. The guys splashed around in the shower for quite a long time, and they both entered at the same time. Through the open window, their voices and sometimes loud laughter could be heard a little. Are they really laughing at me? - I thought and grinned. -You never know they have their own topics... The guys came into my room already quiet, clean and, excuse me, so “appetizing”! - Sit down guys. Let's eat a little. Maybe you’ll drink a little, although I knew for sure that we would. “You can already, I hope?” - You have no reason to worry! Pashka is twenty-two. “I’m a year younger,” the tall brunette reassured me. “Yes, sorry, I’m Sergei.” He is, as I said, Paul! - Very nice, guys. And so I... “Yes, we know,” the guys boomed in unison. - Well, then, young people, look after the lady and pour yourself a drink. The guys had cognac, and I didn’t have wine in my glasses for long. Youth and physical activity contributed to a good appetite. In a word, the process has begun. After half an hour, the guys’ stiffness towards me disappeared. They no longer hesitated to tell me spicy jokes. I knew them, of course, but I tried to show that they were surprisingly witty and funny. More to come. According to their stories, the guys enjoyed significant success with women. “For girls, probably,” I decided to correct it. “No,” said Sergei and, in great confidence, said that he has a woman who is much older than him and that she dotes on him. “Do you also like older ladies?” I turned to Pasha. The guy looked away and, after a little hesitation, answered briefly. - Yes. “What is it that attracts you so much to mature women?” I tried to seem surprised, although I knew that they were both lying shamelessly. “They have more experience,” Seryozha answered. “Life experience,” I clarified mockingly. “No, not vital, sexual,” Serge answered proudly. - Boys, you already have sexual experience! And I’m a fool, I call you boys! Forgive me... The guys looked at each other, self-satisfaction pouring out of them. Pasha stood up and decided to walk around the room, although there was nowhere to walk due to the clutter of furniture. That's when he came across the camera. He was clearly and deeply interested in him. - Oh, you have a cool thing! What a big lens! Mirror?” he asked with the air of an expert. “Yes,” I answered. Seryozha also approached Pasha and they began to look at the camera with interest. I decided to help them. While showing the basic camera controls, I seemed to accidentally touch Pasha’s shoulder with my chest, or touch Sergei’s leg with my knee. Little by little, little by little. Water wears away stones! - Let's take a few pictures, it's interesting! - Pasha suggested. “We’ll definitely do it, Pavlik, we’ll do it, and not alone!” But a little later. In the meantime, let's have some more cognac... ...The guys were clearly eager to prove themselves in something. Even if not in reality, at least verbally. And I added fuel to the fire as best I could... - With figures like you, you can act in films! One thing to see! The more silent Pasha could not stand it. With the air of a conspirator, he lowered his voice and said. - And I was already filming. “Really!?” she clasped her hands. “What movie?” “This is not an ordinary film,” Pavlik answered, almost bursting from the realization of his own, albeit exaggerated, greatness. I waited with interest for the continuation, already guessing what it would be about. “It was a porn movie,” the guy added, lowering his voice. Sergei was silent, maybe he was jealous of his comrade’s cardboard glory. “Was it interesting to film?” I pestered Pashka with questions. It was already too late for him to turn back. - Yes, very interesting. There are people around, well, a film crew, and I’m frying the actress, well, I’m fucking her! “She must have been a beautiful girl?” I pushed the guy onto thin ice. - What are you saying, just the opposite. She was mature. Well, like you,” said Pavel. “Pavlik, I’m already starting to envy that actress,” I switched to open text, deciding that I’d had enough of allegories and half-hints. “Why be jealous, I can do it with you too!” Pashka burst out. “What, we’ll even make a movie?” I couldn’t hold back anymore. - So we don’t have a video camera. - And you have a cool camera over there. — There is only a few seconds of video on it. But we can take a corresponding photo, especially since I promised you. The guys were silent. And I decided to strike below the belt. - Of course, not everyone will agree to this, to take an intimate photo with an elderly lady. This requires courage. Yes, courage. This was exactly the drop that overflowed the cup. “Who said that we are afraid that we don’t have enough courage?” Sergei asked defiantly. “Guys, so you two want to share one woman?” I asked with feigned fear. But the guys were already carried away, there was no stopping them. “You asked for it yourself, so it’s too late to complain now.” “Well, I have to agree, since I’m guilty.” There is nothing to do. Only I have a condition, no, rather a request. I can't undress. “I have scars on my body from the accident,” I lied and went to change clothes... The first was Pavlik. I won’t undress either, just like you. And he remained as he was in his clothes. Well, of course, I unbuttoned his pants myself and gave the guy a good introductory blowjob. Then she reminded Pavel that he was still a porn actor, it was time to get down to business. — Pashka did an excellent job. I couldn’t manage to get on top of the guy in time; I didn’t have time before the camera shutter went off. It only worked on the third try. And Pashka did not save. His dick was patiently waiting for my pussy, it was hard as a bone! Seryozha did not save either. Unlike Pavel, he decided to take off his trousers, remaining in a T-shirt. He had two preconditions. First, he asked me to change clothes. Secondly, he asked if I had a condom. Of course, I had a condom, and more than one! That's why I'm wearing different clothes in the second photo. And the condom, by the way, is clearly visible in the photo... https://i.postimg.cc/0j762t8T/ Lyudmila-porn-5ab.jpg The boys spent the night with me. There were plenty of sleeping places in my room. The guys, until they finally sobered up, visited my bed several times. It was a restless night! And only the next morning it became noticeable that Sergei was very embarrassed. The alcohol no longer worked and he felt uneasy. He was embarrassed to look in my direction. Pashka behaved as if nothing had happened. Maybe he really had something to do with porn films? Who knows? I gave the guys the day off that day. - Rest, guys, you worked hard yesterday... and today!