A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... all, and I agree that if there is no alternative to having the video spread far and wide, I wouldn't want it for you or for me. It wouldn't do any good for me to push you to do it anyway, you know that. You're smart and strong willed and if I pushed it would just boomerang. Plus, I'm not about to have you do something on my behalf that you regret the rest of your life and blame me for. So, if this is going to happen, it will be your decision."

I listened and pondered Mark's words until the warm sun, the breeze across the pool, the patter of voices and the second Margarita I'd been sipping conspired to push me into a nap. The snooze was brief but packed with yearning. I didn't explicitly dream of the three men I'd seen in the video, instead I just felt a vague but overwhelming sexual hunger that left a burning sensation in my breasts and crotch when I awoke.

"I'm calling," I whispered to Mark after waking. I peered over to the spot Ty had occupied. He was gone.

"He was there until just a few minutes ago. Stared a hole in you. Became so obvious that even the blonde finally realized it and yanked him up right proper. You underestimate how gorgeous you are; you always have.

You need the number?" he asked.

"No, I know the number," I replied. I dialed it from memory, taking an appointment with AJ's secretary to meet him later that afternoon at their studio.

Part Three: I am Seduced.

(Mary's Story)

AJ Productions looked like a dentist's office or a ...

... drycleaner from the street. It was located in a small strip center in a upper middle class neighborhood just a few miles from the Vegas strip. The only thing unusual about it was that it occupied a corner, and the entire perpendicular wing of the center formed its back office.

We were ushered into the front office, given drinks and assured that AJ would be along as soon as his conference with clients in California ended. Nothing in the front office even remotely hinted that AJ productions was in the porn business, no lewd photos, no gaudy awards, nothing. I supposed that, given the nature of his business—convincing wives and girlfriends to voluntarily submit to sex with three total strangers—that AJ wanted to keep his subjects at ease for as long as possible.

"I'm Augustus Julius Johnson, but everyone calls me AJ," he said by way of introduction, "let's head back to my office where it'll be a bit quieter." I jumped at the chance to get out of public view.

At first blush, AJ's office could have belonged to an architect, or a lawyer or stockbroker. Standard desk, pictures of the family on the credenza, a few photographs of AJ and famous sports figures and a couple of minor politicians, plaques containing awards from his part of the film industry. That is, until you looked at the back wall.

AJ's back wall doubled as a hallway to his studio. It was lined with several two feet by three feet-sized photos of AJ's work, obviously what he felt was his "best of the best."

The ...