a woman in the neck. The blows of the fists became weaker. We all looked at them, the cameras worked. Finally, Kirill got rid of Olga, took her face in her palms and kissed her lips, and then lightly slapped her with a palm on a hairy shmonke.

- My screecher.

Grinning, he walked away from the woman and lit it aside. Olga stood still, rooted to the spot, her nostrils flared, her chest was shaking with indignation. But she did not say anything, but simply turned to the table and met Vera’s gaze. She smiled slyly.

- Not words! - Olga threatened her and sipped champagne.

Slavik stepped aside and talked with the owner of the plant. Then he came back to us and said:

- Remove the scene at the far end of the hangar, where the pit for the repair of machines.

Women had no idea what will happen now. Kirill, Vitya and Yura also didn’t guess, but Oleg and I immediately realized. Exactly the same scene we shot a few months earlier with Galina Senchukova (see Chapter 2).

We all moved to the empty car. Women shod their shoes and loudly tapped their heels on the concrete floor. I shot them from behind. Removed their swinging buttocks. Women went to the raskoryachku, wider than usual spreading their legs when walking. It was fun.

Finally, we came to the pit, and Slavik briefly explained to Olga and Vera their role in this production. This, of course, did not cause them a single drop of satisfaction, but exhausted tired women agreed to everything, if only that night ended quickly.

They went down into the pit and stood shoulder to shoulder with their heads up. They were forbidden to raise their hands and move. Eyes must be closed. Slavik made it clear that the scene with the ending is the most important, because it was the most difficult to retake it and it was necessary to do everything with one take. Therefore, women were required to maximize obedience and humility, or rather just stand with their mouths open and eyes closed. Slavik asked them to change their position:

- Stand back to back. Heads up, mouths open, eyes closed. Now let's start.

Then he walked over to the guys and gathered everyone into a circle.

- So guys! First, masturbate and finish on them, try to get directly on the face, and also spit on them. When you're done, start pissing on them. They know, we pay them a good grandmother for the add. option.

- And what, they agreed? - Yura was surprised.

Slavik put his hand on his shoulders and pointed somewhere to the side:

- you see? It is the head of the plant, while he is here, they will do everything they need. I do not know why this is so, but apparently my aunt somewhere nakosyachili seriously.

Slavik clapped his hands:

- Ok, men! Getting started! Go!

Two guys lined up on both sides of the pit. Slavik was on one side, I was on the other. Guys furiously nadrachiv members, and women resignedly stood back to back, mouths ajar and eyes closed. A mighty hand fell on my shoulder:

- Go guy, let them down, I know you want.

The plant owner took the camera from me and pushed me to the edge of the pit. I could not argue, Slavik only shrugged. Vladimir took my place of the operator, and I quickly took off my pants and began to masturbate along with Vitk and Oleg. Olezha slapped me on the back and winked.

We began to lower. We tried to do it in sync, but the sperm squirted into disagreement. Muddy-white clothes of seminal fluid began to splash onto the faces of two mature women. Five members almost simultaneously descended on them. Olga and Vera frowned, but their mouths were closed. Sperm rained on them, irrigating their faces, hair, breasts, shoulders, covering them from above. Behind the sperm went spitting, quiet treacherous. A lot of saliva after sperm fell on the exhausted faces of mature aunts. It was incredibly cool, with impunity, humiliating.We finished two adult women in the pit, spat on them and laughed. But the most humiliating was ahead.

When the sperm and saliva subsided on the faces and in the hair of women, we began the main action. Yellow streams of urine splashed from all sides, washing the faces of Olga and Vera. We stil on them, twisting members from side to side. Filling their mouths. Naturally, women instinctively closed their mouths and urine only watered their faces, washing away semen and saliva. Hot yellow jets poured over two mature moms. Some of us still added a few spits.

- Oh, buzz! How do you, mommies? Do you like golden warm rain? - Cyril neighing, pouring urine on the ladies.

All this lasted about two minutes, until all were relieved. Urine is over. We moved away from the edge. Vladimir returned the camera to me, and Slavik and I took large photos of the pissed faces of two mature women. Their hair was wet, the sperm was washed off with urine. The mascara, however, did not flow. Humiliated women stood straight, eyes closed and wrinkling noses. They suffered terrible humiliation.

- Soooo, we leave the ladies.

The women opened their eyes and went upstairs. Their bodies were covered with urine and smelled of musk from the ladies. However, pissed boobs and caps looked amazing. Slavik led all of us under the rays of searchlights.

- Remove the photo and the final touch.

The theme was this. Guys line up, and women squat at their feet, all facing the camera. Ladies had to spread their legs like a real whore. Vera did it right away. Her hairy cunt glistened in the light of “spotlights”, but Olga did not sit very artistically.

- Wider thighs, Olga! - shouted Slavik from behind the camera. - Even wider! Yes, like this! Smile!

Flashed camera flashes. The frame was as follows: two mature women, wide apart, the legs, showing off their hairy cunts, squatted at the feet of the young guys who bang their members on the faces. Everyone is smiling, everyone is happy.

Having filmed these shots, presumably on the back cover, we proceeded to the last. The woman put her knees on the boxes. Two guys stood on both sides of the box. Near Olga Kirill and Vitya, near Faith Oleg and Yura. The women were on their knees, priests, and looking at the camera from behind their shoulders. The guys were pushing their buttocks, demonstrating the ruined anus of mature aunts. The guys smiled. The anus of Faith was in a more deplorable state, several lumps formed around it. Anus mature brunette swelled. Olga's ass was stolen as much, but she only acquired a red hue around the anus, but the hole was wider stretched. The guys are well stretched the buttocks of a mature blonde. Cyril spat on the hairy anus and put two fingers. He took them out and showed his thumb, and then kissed Olga on the buttock and slapped on it.

- The best anal slut in the whole wide world!

Slavik and I took large shots of the blown hairy anuses, and then began to move away smoothly and thus the shooting ended.

The women instantly jumped off the boxes and tapped their heels in the direction of the trailer. We all smoked, chatted, discussed shooting while we waited for the ladies to take a shower. Finally, they came out of the carriage, already fully dressed and tinted, as if nothing had happened, as if they had not been finished, spat upon, and had not been pissed a few minutes earlier. Both such neat strict ladies balzakovskogo age. They received the money initially, so nothing kept them in this hangar of Sodom. However, Vladimir asked them to stay until all the guys took a shower.

A few more minutes passed. Finally we all got out of the hangar. Olga was in her car and drove Faith. We all had to go to our hotel in our own “minivan”. All dry said goodbye. It was felt that women hate us. Still would. There could be no other. However, Cyril was the bravest of all. He came back to Olga, while she opened the door of his car. Tattooed arms wrapped around a woman's waist. Cyril pulled Olga to him. It was no longer shooting, but real life. His hands crawled under her skirt and began to pull off the pants. Mature blonde fought hard with a young guy, but he won. He managed to somehow pull the panties off the woman and even make her run out of them.Kirill blissfully sniffed Olga’s white lace panties. She glared at him. Then Kiruha pressed the blonde to the car and passionately sucked, pawing her magnificent ass under the skirt.

- My slut! - he said.

And then something unimaginable happened. I swear to you, dear readers, it was so! He just insistently asked for her number. Olga twice said no, and then Cyril whispered something in her ear, continuing to pop an adult woman. And in the end, the numbers flowed from her mouth and went into the phone of a young lover. Kirill called and Olga's phone answered from the car.

- If I am here, I will definitely dial you, my slut. We will definitely meet again and I will fuck your hairy ass again.

After these words, he again stuck to the lips of an insane woman. Then he turned and walked over to us, Olga watched him go, and then disappeared into the car. Black "Tayota" moved and disappeared around the bend.

So ended the next shooting process. It was very cool. We were all satisfied. Permissiveness intoxicated us. But this is not the last time, ahead of a bunch of stories, new cities, new shootings, new women. In Russia, a lot of unsatisfied ladies balzakovskogo age, ready for crazy experiments.

See you again!