A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... in Vegas), and in her hands which clutched her purse close to her as though it was a personal protective device, and in the crossing and uncrossing of her legs.

"Well, if you want to see the video, it's inside," I jabbed lightly.

"I'm well aware of that, Mark!" she said defensively. "This is all new to me. I've never been in a place like this before! So, you'll just have to give me a second here."

"We don't have to go in you know," I teased, knowing how badly she already wanted to go in.

She stared at me sternly, then opened her door and stepped into the parking lot. I followed suit. The place was an absolute carnival of lust, and I remembered my title for it:Alice through the Looking Glass with Peckers. Miles of neon, garish posters of mostly unclad women and men with cocks too big to be believed, rows of videos, magazines, dildos, butt plugs, lingerie, restraints, whips, clips, the whole nine yards. I could sense Mary's blood pressure rising as we stepped past the double entry doors.

Mary clutched my arm defensively, as if the morality police were about to swoop down and carry her away for a class one impure thought violation.

"Let's go right there. I don't like it here in the middle," she whispered. We walked quickly across the store to the back corner where the word "ARCADE" flashed in hot red neon. Each stall had an interior turn lock, and the first five had been tripped to show "Occupied" in red. Finally with stall #6 we found an empty.

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... sounds emanating from booths 1-5 did not put Mary at ease. The raucous sounds of full-tilt sex flowed from the video speakers, welling up underneath the doors, each of which were cut a good inch or so above the ground. That alone would have put my ultra-conservative wife on edge, but the additional sounds of at least a couple of the men grunting as they masturbated made her physically shy away from their doors as we passed.

Room 6 was a bust. A large hole, bound by duct tape all around to smooth out the edges, had been cut in the wall between rooms 4 and 6. The instant I saw it I realized that we were likely just a few seconds away from seeing an agitated cock poke through the wall and, once again, see Mary run screaming from the establishment.

I immediately moved us to room 8, one removed from any other activity.

"Why?" Mary asked, whom I'd justled very abruptly and was unsettled that she had to appear in "public" again.

"Because it had a glory hole," I answered.

Seeing the blank look in her eyes I continued "that's a hole someone cut in the wall between that room and the booth next door. Men put their cocks through them to see if they get lucky. Now, if you'd like, we can go back!" I poked.

"Ewwww!!" Mary said, blanching. She followed me to room 8 without further inquiry, inspecting it for holes in the wall before entering.

Whereupon I earned her second "ewwwww" in less than a minute. "I'm not sitting on that!" she said ogling the single standard-issue red ...