Lada's Day Off
1.
It was a hot summer afternoon when the white SUV of singer Lada Boss quietly stopped at the gates of a modern cottage on the outskirts of the city. Lada got out of the car, adjusted her light summer dress, which hugged her still perfect figure. She was 38, but she looked younger—her long blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, large sunglasses hiding tired eyes. The last weeks of filming the erotic music video "Hot Dances" had worn her out: she was constantly tense, couldn't relax in front of the camera, and the director was already starting to lose patience.
Her manager Aigul was waiting at the garden entrance—a slender 35-year-old Kazakh woman with dark
shoulder-length hair, in a light silk robe the color of champagne, under which a swimsuit could be guessed. A confident, slightly sly smile played on her lips.— Well, finally, my star, — she said softly, hugged Lada and kissed her on the cheek. — Today is a day off, no cameras, no directors. Just you and me… and a little medicine for your stiffness.
Lada smiled nervously, looked around the spacious yard with a large turquoise pool, surrounded by sun loungers and potted palm trees.
— Aigul, I don't know… I really tried, but as soon as it came to explicit scenes, everything inside me clenched up.
— I know, darling, I know, — Aigul took her by the arm and led her towards the pool. — That's why I arranged this day of rest. Trust me.
They approached a glass table by the water. Aigul casually but demonstratively threw a handful of bright foil-wrapped condom packets onto it—they scattered across the surface, glittering in the sun in all sorts of colors.
Lada froze, her cheeks instantly flushed pink.
— This… why so many? — she asked quietly, unable to look away.
Aigul sat on the edge of a sun lounger, crossed her legs, and looked at Lada with a warm but confident smile.
— Because today we will break your inner ice once and for all. And believe me, you'll enjoy it.
Lada sat down beside her, her heart already beating faster. She was intrigued—as if something was about to begin from which there was no turning back.
2.
When Lada had drunk a little and was lying back on a sun lounger in just pink panties, the cottage door swung open, and three men stepped out onto the poolside terrace. Lada involuntarily turned her head—and froze.
They were exactly as Aigul had described them: tall, muscular, with defined shoulders, clearly outlined abs, and powerful thighs. Their skin was tanned, gleaming from a light layer of oil. But the main thing that immediately captured Lada's gaze was the minimalist black thongs, barely covering them.
The first one—a brunette with a short haircut and a tattoo on his chest—stopped closest. His cock twitched under the thong, as if sensing Lada's gaze, and the fabric shifted slightly, revealing an inch of thick, veiny flesh.
The second—a blond with a wide smile—ran his hand over his bulge, adjusting it demonstratively slowly so Lada could see how hard he was.
The third—the most muscular, with light stubble—just stood with his arms crossed on his chest, and his erect cock pulsed in time with his heartbeat, stretching the thong so much it seemed another second and the fabric would tear.
Aigul laughed softly, noticing how Lada swallowed and looked away, but then immediately returned her gaze.
— Well, Lada, meet them. This is Artyom, Denis, and Maxim. They are here only for you. And, as you can see, already fully ready.
The men simultaneously pulled off their thongs—slowly, enjoying Lada's reaction. Three powerful erect cocks sprang free, swinging heavily in the air. They were huge: thick shafts with prominent veins, large shiny heads already wet with pre-cum. Their balls were heavy, taut, the skin smoothly shaved.
Lada felt herself getting wet between her legs—a treacherous bodily reaction she couldn't control. She tried to look away but couldn't: the men's cocks stood straight, proud, aimed at her, trembling slightly with excitement.
Aigul came closer, put a hand on Lada's shoulder, and whispered in her ear:
— See how much they want you? Today you'll get everything you've been missing for so long. And even more.
One of the men—Denis—took a step forward, his cock swinging very close to Lada's face. She smelled musk and arousal, saw the moisture around his urethra.
Lada took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. A minute ago she had doubts. Now—she didn't.
3.
Aigul watched for a few more minutes as the three men slowly caressed Lada, surrounding her at the edge of the pool. Lada sat on the sun lounger, touching herself through her panties, her eyes darting from one powerful erect cock to another. The men weren't rushing—they caressed the woman lazily, letting Lada get used to the sight of their heavy, purplish shafts glistening in the sun.
Aigul approached one last time. She sat down next to Lada, took a small dark bottle from her robe pocket, and gently but firmly took Lada by the chin, making her look into her eyes.
— Now take a deep breath, darling. This will remove the last barriers.
She opened the cap and brought the bottle to Lada's nose. Lada obediently inhaled—first with one nostril, then the other. The smell was sharp, chemical, but a second later a hot wave spread through her body. Her head spun slightly, her muscles relaxed, and between her legs became even wetter. The moral restraints that had held her in check for so long suddenly became thin and fragile.
Aigul smiled, kissed Lada on the forehead, and stood up.
— Now you're in safe hands. Enjoy.
She turned and walked towards the house, her robe swaying slightly in the wind. The door closed quietly behind her.
The men immediately became active.
Artyom—the tattooed brunette—approached from behind, lifted Lada by the waist, and placed her on her knees right at the edge of the pool, facing the water. He quickly put on a condom, pulling it over his thick, fully erect cock. Lada felt him press against her from behind, move her panties aside, and with one powerful motion entered her deeply. She gasped—the "poppers" made everything inside her incredibly sensitive, and every centimeter of the cock filling her was felt sharply and sweetly.
At the same moment, Denis—the blond—knelt in front of her, took her by the hair, and guided his erect cock into her mouth. Lada opened her lips, and he slowly entered, filling her completely. She began to suck greedily, without her former stiffness, saliva dripping down her chin.
Maxim—the most muscular—knelt down beside her, his hands immediately found Lada's breasts, squeezing and caressing her nipples. His cock rubbed against her thigh, leaving wet traces.
They moved rhythmically: Artyom entered from behind with strong thrusts, making Lada's body rock forward, right onto Denis's cock. Lada moaned with her mouth full, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.
After a few minutes, they switched: Denis put on a condom and entered her from behind, Maxim filled her mouth with his hard-on, and Artyom kneaded her breasts. Lada no longer resisted—she offered herself to meet them, moved her hips, asked for more.
The stimulant had done its job: she was completely theirs—by the pool, under the open sky, surrounded by three powerful, tireless men.
4.
The "poppers" hit Lada's head with a powerful wave: blood rushed to her face, her temples throbbed, and her whole body suddenly became incredibly sensitive, as if her skin had turned into one big erogenous zone. She no longer controlled herself—she wanted. Wanted greedily, completely, until her knees trembled.
The men felt it instantly. Maxim tore off her panties, grabbed her by the hips, easily lifted her, and laid her on a wide sun lounger on her back. Lada herself spread her legs as wide as possible, pulling her knees to her chest, opening up completely. Her pussy was already glistening with juices, her lips swollen and reddened. Artyom didn't hesitate: he quickly tore open a wrapper, pulled a condom over his thick, veiny cock, and with one sharp motion entered her to the very base. Lada screamed—loudly, hoarsely, arching her back. Every millimeter of his shaft was felt distinctly: how the head spread her walls, how the veins rubbed inside, how his heavy balls slapped against her skin with each thrust.
Maxim, meanwhile, crouched beside her: his strong fingers dug into her breasts, squeezing her heavy nipples to the point of pain, twisting them, pulling them. Lada jerked him off, stroking that purple pipe, exciting the man even more.
They gave her no respite. Artyom pounded from below with powerful, fast thrusts—the sun lounger creaked and rocked, Lada moaned with her mouth full, and the vibration transferred to Denis's cock, making him growl with pleasure.
After a couple of minutes, they switched in a flash. Maxim lay on his back, Lada mounted him herself—grabbed his huge, condom-covered cock with her hand, guided it, and sharply lowered herself, impaling herself to the hilt. She began to ride him herself—fiercely, her thighs slapping against his muscular legs with a loud smack. Her breasts bounced in rhythm, her nipples hard as stones.
Artyom knelt behind her right on the sun lounger, put on a new condom, and, without letting Lada recover, entered her from behind, using the other hole. The double penetration was staggering: she felt two thick cocks rubbing against each other through the thin partition, filling her completely. Lada screamed so loudly her voice broke—it was a cry of pure, animalistic pleasure. Denis again took her mouth, fucking it deep and fast until her saliva flowed in streams down his balls.
They moved in sync: Maxim thrust upward from below, Artyom hammered from behind with sharp blows, Denis fucked her mouth. Lada was in the center—pierced from all sides, her body trembling, her skin covered in goosebumps. The first orgasm hit her suddenly: everything inside clenched in a spasm, she howled with a cock in her mouth, her thighs trembled, and a stream squirted from her pussy.
But they didn't stop. They switched again: now Denis fucked her from behind with a condom, kneeling at the edge of the pool, Maxim lay under her, furiously plowing her juicy vagina, and Artyom stood to the side, guiding her hand to his cock and Lada jerked the rubber-covered rod, giving no respite.
The "sandwich" fuck relentlessly pushed Lada towards a new orgasm—Lada trembled all over, her muscles inside pulsed, squeezing Denis's cock so hard that he growled and plunged especially deep. Finally, the partner groaned and finished, pulling out his powerful penis in a condom filled with whitish-gray fluid. Her own "Second Coming" happened when Artyom entered her from the front and Maxim took her from behind: she came so hard that for a moment she lost consciousness from an overload of sensations.
Lada collapsed onto the sun lounger, breathing heavily, completely wet—from sweat, saliva, her own juices, and splashes from the pool. Her lips swollen, eyes glassy, a blissful smile on her face. She no longer remembered what stiffness was. She was completely, to the last cell, liberated.
5.
Lada no longer understood where one orgasm ended and the next began. Her body had become one continuous nerve of pleasure, and her mind—pure, hot haze. The men, spurred on by the stimulant, remained hard and tireless, their powerful erect cocks glistening with sweat and lube under the bright sun by the pool.
They lifted her from the sun lounger and placed her on her knees right on the warm tiles at the very edge of the water. Denis stood in front of her: Lada greedily took his thick shaft into her mouth, swallowing deeply, all the way to her throat. Saliva ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts as she worked her lips and tongue, sucking the head and running along the entire length of the veins.
From behind, Artyom put on a fresh condom and entered her with one strong thrust—Lada arched, moaning with her mouth full. He immediately took a fast, hard rhythm: his balls slapped against her skin, his thighs smacked against her buttocks, each blow resonating deep inside.
Maxim stood to the side, his hand resting on the back of Lada's head, helping her move on Denis's cock, while his other hand found her clit—his fingers teased it quickly and confidently, enhancing every sensation.
After a minute, they switched. Now Maxim fucked her mouth: she sucked him with renewed vigor, wrapping her lips around the thick shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside while he held her by the hair and set the depth.
Artyom remained behind, but now he was even more aggressive, even deeper, pressing the woman's hips against himself. Denis knelt down beside her and began to caress her breasts: squeezing, pulling her nipples, biting her neck.
Lada came again—sharply, with a cry that was muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her body shuddered, everything inside pulsed around Artyom.
They didn't let her recover. Lifted her, turned her. Now she was on all fours, leaning her hands on the pool's edge. Denis put on a condom and entered her ass—powerfully, to the hilt. Maxim stood in front of her, and she took him into her mouth again. Artyom lay down under her on the tiles, starting to lick her well-fucked vulva.
The movements became even more furious: Denis pounded from behind, making Lada's body rock back and forth, right onto Maxim's cock. She moaned, gasped, saliva flowed in streams. Artyom licked all the folds of her "pussy," sucking on her labia: Lada's legs buckled from the sensations, but the men held her firmly.
The last switch: Artyom again from behind with a condom, Maxim in her mouth, Denis kneaded her vagina with his member, playing with her clit, his rubber-covered cock wildly going in and out of the woman. Lada no longer counted orgasms—they merged into one endless one.
Lada slowly sank to her knees by the pool, breathing heavily. Her body trembled, her skin glistened with sweat, water, saliva, and Maxim's fresh cum, which dripped down her face and chest. Her eyes were half-closed, a satisfied, lazy smile on her lips.
She was no longer that tense woman who was afraid of the camera. She was completely, to the core, uninhibited—and ready for any filming.
6.
The sun was soft, unobtrusive, coloring the pool in golden-pink tones. Lada lay on her back on a sun lounger, her legs still slightly spread, her breasts heaving heavily. Her face and chest glistened with Maxim's thick cum—hot streams ran down her cheeks, lips, dripped from her chin onto her nipples. Her hair stuck to her forehead, her body covered with a thin film of sweat and water splashes. She looked completely satisfied, destroyed, and simultaneously reborn.
The men stood around her, breathing heavily. Artyom and Denis slowly removed the filled condoms—heavy, full of cum—and threw them on the table next to the other used ones. Their cocks were still semi-hard, glistening with her juices and lube.
Artyom approached first. He took his cum-covered cock in his hand and slowly ran it along Lada's cheek, smearing the remnants of cum on her skin. Then over her lips—Lada instinctively opened her mouth slightly and licked the head, tasting the salty