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A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04
Date: 2/9/2024, Categories: Interracial Love, Author: byProperlyTwisted
... belonged to Atlas. And of course, I knew what was hidden in that speedo, not that it concealed much anyway. It occurred to me that some of the other women staring at him with longing might also know what was under that speedo. Since AJ Productions was a local group, it made sense that the "actors" might also be local. Was Ty a celebrity in these parts, a man whose sexual escapades drew women like tunes drew mice to the Pied Piper? A sudden and irrational flash of jealousy coursed through me. What were these little bitches doing flirting with him? Then of course I came to my senses:don't be stupid. Shoving a few dollars into a slot doesn't make him "yours." You don't even know him, much less have any claim on him. The guy you have a claim on is lying right here next to you. I got up the nerve to look at Mark, wondering if he had caught me staring openly at the giant stud. He had.No fooling that one, I thought. He'd put two and two together, probably by watching me track Ty's movements like a hungry hawk. "You gonna introduce yourself?" Mark asked, grinning. "Of course not!" I responded guiltily, "what on earth would I say?" "Is it twoo that your kind is...gifted?" Mark said parodying a line fromBlazing Saddles. "Oh! Its twooo, its twoooo!" he finished. I swatted him with my copy ofAtlantic Monthly and started to call him down for even saying such things audibly, but didn't make it, as laughter overtook us both. We both continued to "read" but it was ...
... a sham. My mind was squarely on Ty, who'd attracted a small cadre of gorgeous young bathing beauties drawn to him like bees to pollen. Again, green-eyed jealousy flared up and I consciously put it down. Mark's mind was on me, watching me watch Ty, while his eyes stayed on the computer screen. "You could lay on your stomach, slip your hand underneath, and give yourself a little relief if you're finding it hard to hold your water," Mark teased. "Shut up!" I laughed. "It's not that bad." This was a lie; I was surprised to realize. It was every bit that bad, and worse. The realization hit me like a truck: my mind had already chosen outright lust. If the situation were right, I would take Mr. Ty Last-name-unknown and ball his brains out. "I'm sure, it's not that bad," Mark said, exposing my lie like a fish heaved into the air to die. A little later a new arrival strode into the pool area and directly toward Ty. It was the buxom blonde from Episode 1. Frankly, the video didn't do her justice. She was taller and had an even better figure than the film had shown. As she approached Ty the women near him parted like the red sea, leading me to conclude that these two were a known couple and that the interlopers understood they needed to flee. "Weird," Mark said. "I would have thought she was someone else's wife. She was wearing a wedding ring. But look, no longer. Makes you wonder if she dumped sugar daddy to take up with Ty." With the appearance of those two massive ...