A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... how the camera likes her, and how she likes bein' in front o' the camera. We do jus' what she wants. No more."

"Mary, have a seat on the bed and let me take just one good shot of your face. Trust me, everything stays on, nothing crazy, just show us something you like about yourself, face, hair, arm, knee, don't matter as long as you happy with it. I'm gonna show you how it happens.

I take a shot, and it'll show up on this big screen right here behind me on the wall where you can see it. It'll stay there until it's replaced by the next shot. You say keep going, we keep going. Minute you say stop, we stop."

I looked behind the tripod-mounted camera where a 70" diagonal screen sat high on the wall above him.

"What happens with the shots?" Mark asked, ever the conservative businessman.

"Smart boy, Mark." AJ replied, "you can buy 'em for a thousand at the end of the shoot, or watch me delete 'em, at no cost. My time here is my investment in you. It's your call," AJ answered.

"Fair," Mark said, and nodded his approval.

I sat on the bed. AJ motioned to him, and Mark took a seat behind the camera and off to the side of the screen.

"Now, everything on, nothing fancy, just show me one of your best features," AJ repeated.

The next twenty minutes were spent taking a series of pictures that while entirely chaste, were sexy, attractive, and very reaffirming. From the look on Mark's face, I knew we'd be buying them even if I did nothing more.

AJ's ...

... easy manner and detailed conversation about the technical aspects of the shoot made it easy for me to relax and enjoy it. He was a pro, I had to admit. He would take a shot, show it, then make a few suggestions about how I held my hand, or my head, or the orientation of my eyes, or move the camera or support lights slightly, then take it again. The improvement in each shot was dramatic. He was a miracle worker at putting me in best possible light.

"Mark, what you wanna see?" AJ asked.

"More," Mark choked out. His hand had crept into his lap, and I could see his hardening cock even from across the room.

"Up to you Mary," AJ said non-committally. "Let's try something sexy, but safe. You not wearin' a bra are you?"

"No," I answered anxiously.

"Sit over here so the sun from the skylight drops across you and the bed. Take off your sandals so's you barefoot, put both your knees up under you looking away from me. That's right. Now, undo a couple of buttons up front and drop the dress off your shoulder, no boob but the top showing. I'm going to take the shot from behind you. When I tell you, look back at me like you want to eat Mark alive."

I lowered my head, focused on the thought process AJ had suggested, but to my embarrassment, I thought not of Mark, but of Ty when I looked backwards. The camera went click. The big screen didn't show Mary Bolskie Terry, mother of two and devoted housewife: it showed a vixen, a temptress, the kind of woman who drove men to ...