Author's Note: This story is about Lena Katina from pseudo-lesbian Russian pop duo TATU all grown up. It is rated NC-17 for extremely graphic sexual content and earns its rating by portraying Lena in a number of extremely forbidden sexual situations and performing various taboo sexual acts with her real life fiancé Sasho. It is reworked from an old fan fiction you may have read on other familiar sites or forums and is not the typical lesbian-heavy erotica one might come to expect from a story starring one of the cute vixens from the former pop duo. Remember, please comment if you enjoyed it!
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As Lena Katina saw her husband filming her from the doorway with a brand new video camera, she felt her cheeks redden and her face flush. Lena flashed a nervous smile to him, her heart racing inside of her chest. It was Lena's wedding night, the most important moment of her life so far. She was touching up her make-up in the bathroom, still wrapped in the beautiful, white gown. She suspected the gown would not be on her body for long.
Sasho had been begging Lena for months to make a sex tape on their wedding night, as if she were some cheap harlet who would merely consent to performing such ilict acts on camera. Lena did not care for porn, nor did she wish to be desired as a porn star. However, the idea of being Sasho's porn star did make her pussy tingle in a way that made her feel both special and naughty. Deep into the crevices of her mind, the thought of making a sex tape like a Hollywood Porn Star made her very, very excited. She was brushing her teeth and touching up her makeup, knowing she was to be on camera. Though it was only to have a private audience, she still felt a duty to her husband to look as good as she possibly could. Lena unceremoniously spit the toothpaste from her mouth, looked back up at Sasho, and then into the lens of his camera. She realized she was to put on a performance to be watched by him on a later date and time, when she would not presumably be there to satisfy his needs sexually. Those needs were now a portion of her duty to being married to the man she loved. With that, the thought was just fine with her because she loved satisfying him. If such an occasion rose where he had an urge that needed relieved, she would rather he watch her than some stranger online. Still, Lena had never done anything like this before...
"You look beautiful," Sasho said from behind the camera.
"Thank you," Lena responded.
"But I think I would rather watch you put on your make-up naked," he said.
Lena felt her cheeks flush even more as the dreadful reality of her having to finally undress on camera finally became a reality. She took a deep breath and exhaled.
"Will you unzip me?" she asked playfully.
Sasho smiled and disappeared around the corner into the adjoining bedroom suite they were staying in. He returned a brief moment later, carrying a large tri-pod that he mounted dutifully in the doorway, framing Lena just right in the bright, yet fluorescent lit bathroom. When her husband finally seemed satisfied, she glanced down and noticed that his erection was pressing out against his trousers, a sight she would become used to for the rest of her life she suspected. When he finished framing her, Lena felt the power of an actress, Sasho moved behind her and slowly unzipped her gown. She closed her eyes sensually as he yanked the gown off her breasts and down off her naked backside. There she stood, naked as the day she was born, her wedding dress crumpled beneath her feet. Every instinct in Lena's body was to cover herself, but she had to shake that as a married woman now. Instead, she stood there and let her husband drink in the forbidden sight of her body. Sasho bent down behind her and planted a single kiss on each of Lena's cheeks, the sensation of his lips on her butt sending goosebumps all over her backside and a shiver up her spine. Lena felt her newlywed husband knead and massage both of her large, plump cheeks before pulling them apart and planting a single kiss on her forbidden lips, Lena quivering, wondering just how wet she really was down there...
"Wow..." she breathed.
"I can't wait to spend a lifetime eating you whenever you get this wet, Lena..." her husband moaned, standing back up and planting a kiss on the back of her neck.
"I'll meet you in the bedroom." he whispered sensually into her ear.
When Sasho disappeared with the camera she smiled and finished powdering her nose. After preparing her body and mind to have sex on camera, she slipped into a bathrobe and strutted into the bedroom where she saw her husband framing the tripod-mounted camera before the foot of the bed, presumably where she was to sit for now. When her husband saw her, he smiled and winked at her. She blushed again, still crushing on him as hard as she had when they first met all those years ago. Here she was, giving herself to him in a way she never imagined herself or her husband behaving. However, if this was to be a taste of their marriage, she was in for a very x-rated union with her lover. It made her wet. Very wet. Lena could already feel her own body betray her supposed shock at being asked to perform such acts on camera. The excitement dripping down her inner thighs beneath her robe. She stared at her husband, heart racing, hoping it would not be embarrassing to see her pleasure played back later. Could she even watch herself perform, she wondered? The thought did make her curious and somewhat excited to be able and playback her own orgasms and watch herself performing the illicit acts she knew her husband would ask her to perform. It was one thing to perform them, but to have them recorded was quite another. Still, the Russian redheaded vixen swallowed hard.
"Where do you want me?" she asked excitedly, yet timidly.
"Right there," Sasho began, pointing to the end of the bed. "And from now on, I'm the director of this film, sweetheart. I want it to turn out just the way I want it, but I need you to be as comfortable as you can. So if you want to stop recording, we will, but so long as we are, I only want to talk to my slut wife Lena, do you understand?"
Lena nodded, her body flooding with anticipation and excitement as she moved to sit at the end of the bed, the camera staring right at her, stripping her of all privacy. There it was, just waiting to judge her, to see what a real slut she was underneath it all. Afterwards, it would have all the evidence it needed. Her acts would be sealed and recorded to be enjoyed over and over again. The way she orgasmed, the way she fucked, the way she performed fellatio, whether she spit or swallow, would all be captured by this tiny machine and then it would be official: she would be a slut wife for her husband. She suddenly wondered if he had done this with another girl before or if she was the first, but she did not want to ruin the mood by asking. She imagined she was the first and decided to play the part so she nodded.
"I understand."
"Good."
Sasho turned the camera on and that's when Lena felt the butterflies in her stomach.
"We're recording," she heard her husband say somewhat distantly.
"Hi," she said, waving to the camera, feeling somewhat stupid doing so.
