timidly that the resistance was immediately broken. My pie was naked. I will never forget this shocked male look. This feeling of immense lustful joy. Wild freedom. Euphoria fornication. I saw on the Internet commercials how the girls publicly bared their pussies, but it turned out to be very fiery, a little embarrassing, insanely, captivating.

Albert said something, but his words now sounded like an indistinguishable background in the ocean of my raging, bursting free lust. We drove to the studio by car. I'm in the backseat, next to Apollon Markovic. He hugs me by the shoulders. My hand strokes his thigh (I have not yet dared to touch his drake). Albert, confidently driving the car, looks at us in the salon rear-view mirror and invites the man to unbutton my blouse. What he does. My breast is exposed. It is just stone. Dome nipples shamelessly stick out. Apollo Markovich starts touching my breasts, kissing my nipples.

We are on the spot. The studio turned out to be ordinary, albeit a spacious 3-room apartment. One room - a bedroom with a huge bed. The other is equipped (more precisely, stylized) as an office.

“You may be surprised by the absence of cameras,” said Albert, “do not worry, they are there, they are hidden so as not to confuse and distract you from the most important thing.

I, of course, had doubts in the aftermath of my deed: what concerns the film, suddenly someone of his acquaintances sees him. But here, as they say, and want, and prickly. Albert did not leave me time to think. He already introduced me to the plot.

- Nothing convoluted, we will play the interview scene. Apollon Markovic as the head of the company. You will need to pick up a jacket. The wardrobe has a suitable size. Marishka - you are perfect! You don't need to change anything. Just go to the bath, get ready, put on your panties, then you will effectively remove them. The main thing to remember, do not play, the more naturally you behave, the better. I will insert a small radio device in each ear, I will direct your every action. You will not see me; you will be alone in the room. So, you, Apollo Markovich, are with me, and you, Marisha, are in the bathroom - Albert took me aside and gave me a pill. - This is the equivalent of female Viagra. It calms and helps to provide more lubrication.

In the bathroom, I drank a pill, washed my oriole, put on panties, looked in the mirror, slightly tinted my lips and let my eyes down. My partner was wearing a jacket at that moment, but other than that (which I learned much later), they did something else. They injected erectile serum directly into the penis so that he would get up with a stake, and he would really get up with a stake, which I soon became convinced of.

The shooting began, which, however, and shooting was difficult to name. I entered the room where Apollo Markovich was sitting at the table and pretended to be working. He was in a jacket - but these are all the changes that have happened to him. His gray hair remained in a disheveled state.

“Introduce yourself to Albina, say that you came for an interview,” a voice in her ear ordered. I introduced myself. A voice ordered to go and sit opposite a man. I obediently followed all the instructions, like a doll in the hands of a skilled puppeteer. A voice told me and my partner what to say and do. In essence, there were no vacancies, but I persuaded to take me at least part-time. At some point, a voice ordered Apollo Markovich to briefly leave the office, allegedly on business. And at that time I was ordered to take off my underwear. I did so.Female Viagra at this time began to act, I felt mental relaxation, I had only one desire left - to do dirty obscene sex.

Apollon Markovic returned to the office, sat down at the table. I got up and walked over to him.

“Well, maybe you will find a job for me,” I said, slowly leading my left hand from my hip up, catching the hem of my skirt and lifting it up. My nudity was highlighted. The man expressed surprise, stretched out his palm, laid it on my thigh. I held the skirt upside down with both hands, the man stroked me, touched, felt. Touched my cap (as it turned out, the camera was equipped right under the place where I stood, so everything that happened was recorded in a large frame). I undid the blouse and took it off. The man dug his lips into my chest, continuing to feel me from below. Then I knelt down. She unbuttoned her pants and let down her pants along with her underpants; the penis was exposed. I took it into my mouth with reckless lust. I sucked and thought only about one thing: how can I want to suck him! Nuclear explosion, happen outside the window at this moment, could not tear me away. I went nuts from my obsession. Almost naked (only battered skirt and sandals), kneeling, I eagerly thrash the minietil, not paying attention to the satisfied moans of the men who are pleased with me and to the encouraging comments of Albert (who, in theory, now should be here instead of Apollo Markovich).

On the right in the "office" was a sofa, we went to him. I got rid of the remnants of clothes and lay down, invitingly spreading my legs. Between them there was a fiercely hot volcano. He craved penetration. The man lay on top of me and put his drake in my rosella. I groaned blissfully. My body was buzzing with burning lust. The man rammed me, but I didn’t moan any more, I screamed out loud from the overwhelming sensations that were overwhelming me. Apollon Markovich diligently worked, enraged by my so violent manifestation of emotions. The cameras fixed it all.

We made castling. Now I was on top, and was no longer holding back, moving my pelvis at the speed of a frantic sewing machine. I wanted more amplitude, but I was afraid that the member would slip out of me. The man I saddled had an expression of extreme delight on his face. I was even afraid that his heart would break for joy, but did not slow down. That's how the little man went to the store for a beer, and got first-class sex with hot milk.

- Stop! We are changing a pose, - the team sounded, I stopped, got down from Apollo Markovich, stood in the pose of a drinking deer, the man entered my wet depth. Then he changed his position. Still. And in the end, they were right where they started: I was on my knees, and my partner was getting ready to cum in my mouth. While he was working with his hand, waiting for the arrival, I licked his scrotum. Then it began. Precipitation of moderate intensity sprinkled me. The man culminated on my face, in the open mouth, on my tongue sticking out. I accepted everything that was prepared for me from above. I continued to kneel when suddenly Albert approached me.

- Marisha! Everything was just great! Phenomenal! - He said, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his hawk. Finally, after so many expectations, he treated me to his dick. An overwhelming pleasure! After a copious blowjob, we moved on to the main courses. First, he put me back and one of my legs lifted almost in the splits. He put it on his shoulder, lay down on me and stuck his eagle in my dove. From this unnatural stretch was at the same time discomfort, and some qualitatively different pleasure. Then the evening of surprises continued. I also lay on my back when Albert stretched out my legs strictly horizontally, brought them together. Access to my vlagalo seemed to be completely closed, but not for Albert. He contrived, and penetrated into my bosom. Amazing, extraordinary position. After fifty frictions, a new sculpture. Upper body (face down) I was lying on the couch, and my lower part was hanging in the air, Albert kept her on the weight, deftly penetrating me. It seemed that such a posture required him to add.physical effort, but the man easily and naturally coped with it. And everything that he did, everything was unusual and high quality. If 69, then below me, man above. If sitting facing each other, then in the lotus position (as I was acquainted with the basics of tantric sex)

Later, when it was all over, and I, exhausted after a universal orgasm, lay on the sofa, he said:

- Marishka, I really liked you. I will come to your video rental on Saturdays.

And he kept his word. He came every Saturday, not having missed more than one, a whole year, 56 visits. We closed the salon for lunch, went into the blind zone from the cells and proceeded to spar. I studied 38 ways of throat blow job. We mastered all sorts of postures, standing up, then on a chair, and then Albert secretly brought a mattress, and I tried hundreds of horizontal poses. I learned to enjoy anal sex. These were my universities. I learned that they never study anywhere. Received a kind of add. higher education. And then Albert told me:

- From now on, Marishka, you have three ways. As if on a stone: if you go to the right, you will marry. With your bedding skills, you can get anyone, make him happy and keep him near you for as long as you wish. You go right, you become a priestess of love. Elite. Clients will be logged to you for several months in advance. Left to go - you will become a porn star. Highly paid porn actress. For this you have all the data. With the first option - to find a husband - I can’t help you with anything, by myself here. But with other areas - I can help. I will give you two business cards. These are my good friends, you will say that you are from me, they will arrange everything. Here is the business card of the owner of a network of escort services in Russia, Europe, America and even in Australia. And this is - hold - the business card of one of the most successful porn producers for today. He will help you make a career in the film industry. Well, here, Marisha, something like this, now the choice is yours.

Horseradish walrus and shell curly! What choice should I make?