A Slut Is Born

CHAPTER 9: ISLAND PLEASURES

"When was the last time you took a real vacation?" Travis called me during what should have been my lunch but I was at my desk munching on an unsatisfying selection I brought from home. It was a classic case of what looked like a good idea in the morning becoming a completely uninspired idea when I was ready to eat it.

I lowered my voice, "Definitely not since I met you. Why would I want to be away from what you give me?"

He laughed. "What if you had both ... and more?"

"A vacation together? And what more?" I replied.

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A vacation together, I mused. Our relationship was sexually centered and we had committed to each other to leave it at that. In fact, though Travis came to my house to explain his idea, we had first fucked our way through several positions to our mutual climax. It was why my head was on his stomach casually sucking and licking his cock while he lightly caressed my head and cheek while sprawled in my bed.

"You know," Travis softly began from above me, "I keep wanting to use 'cunt' and 'tit'. Would that offend you?"

I pulled my mouth back and kissed the head of his cock as my hand continued to lightly stroke the shaft. I knew from past experience, if I did, it wouldn't completely go soft. What have I turned into? It wasn't a disturbing thought. A smile formed on my face as I thought about it.

"No," I replied, "it wouldn't offend me. Not anymore. Why are you finding yourself wanting to use those words?"

"They correspond to the way you've moved into the slut behavior." He said it as a simple statement we would both agree with. The sky is sunny and blue today. The grass is green. I've become a slut in my actions with him.

I shifted and pushed my mouth over his semi-hard cock and into my throat.

"OH FUCK," came his groan encompassed exclamation.

I pulled off his cock and giggled, turning my head to face him. "You can fuck my cunt and fondle my tits all you want." I shifted fully and swung my leg over his hips to carefully rest my just fucked cunt over his long black cock. I leaned forward to kiss his lips. "My ass and throat are available, too."

He pulled my nipples, "And use them I will, slut," he said smiling with a soft moan as my wet cunt slid along the length of his hardening cock. "Do you need another fuck before talking about my idea, slut?"

"Yes," I replied quickly. It had started out with liking the feel of his cock, the way it filled me, and the way he could produce mind-blowing orgasms for me. Then, I loved his cock and desired it more. Then he showed me how much I wanted cock and desiring more cock even beyond just his. All that to 'the slut' recognition. "But, no," I continued. "as much as I want to fuck you I am interested in your idea, too."

He eased me off him, "Not like this, though. Let's get something to drink and talk."

I popped off the bed and went to the bedroom door where I stopped and turned as he was getting off the bed. "We stay naked, though." I lifted my tits to his view. "If it is something we're doing together, it must be sexy. And, after talking about it, we'll be fucking soon after, right?" He chuckled and nodded. I sometimes wondered if he could yet believe what he had helped create in me.

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Any questions I might have had about trusting Travis began being eliminated when I accepted being shared with some of his friends in threesomes. Later, accepting being blindfolded to be fucked while not knowing by who or how many was the clincher. That trust was what put me, with him, in a resort van after arriving at a tiny airport just outside a small town, the only one on the small island in the Caribbean Sea. The island was about four miles long in an oblong shape with a small town on the east end with a commercial port that wasn't large enough for cruise ships. The resort, our destination, was on the west end. In between, as I could see as we left the town, was largely undeveloped with native jungle growth. Although the resort wasn't large by most Caribbean standards, it did adequately support the small town with the addition of a small tourist trade from private boats wandering the islands. Small mountains (or quite large hills) spread across the island.

The driver, an employee of the resort, was providing a running monologue about the island. The town had bars with lively island music and there were several places to eat, though not what we might think of as restaurants. The food, though, was good and authentic for the islands. Taxi service was an option if desired. The resort, however, had everything we could want on the grounds.

I knew the resort was all-inclusive. The fee included everything within the resort except for items purchased beyond food and drink. I also knew the resort was a controlled environment which was reinforced as the van approached the gated entrance to the resort. Despite the resort van, the guard checked the driver's ID, then checked our passports against his list of guests and reservations. The large sign next to the gate held my attention as the guard performed his security checks: 'NOTICE: PRIVATE RESORT PROPERTY. ADULTS ONLY. GUESTS ONLY. NO CLOTHING ALLOWED.' I squeezed Travis's hand tightly for reassurance as much as excitement. Definitely excitement, though, and it was again for the unknown.

As I quickly discerned, the 'no clothing allowed' was for the guests. Certain of the employees were dressed: groundskeepers, drivers, and maintenance. We would learn kitchen staff, and management would also be included. The others were ... hmmm ... partially covered which meant they wore semi-transparent wraps at the waist ... only the waist. The young woman welcoming us at the reception desk was a perfect example, as was the young man waiting to assist us with our luggage. Not that we had much luggage for staying an entire week at the resort. The young woman was dark-skinned, bare-breasted (young, pert breasts at that) wearing only a wrap that allowed an enticing tease of her groin. The young man, also bare-chested (young well-defined chest) wearing a similar wrap fitted low on the hips with the faint image of a nice, flaccid cock underneath. Both wraps were fastened at the side with what appeared to be a single snap which gapped to expose that entire side of the leg. I told myself if I didn't look them in the face I might not recognize them later. I then noticed a small nameplate on a fitted chain at the neck.

As we leaned on the counter to watch the receptionist point out various locations on a map of the resort, I dropped my hand to lightly touch Travis's crotch through his slacks. The wonderful cock I loved so much was firming up underneath and I certainly couldn't blame him.

Manny was the name of the young man who assisted us with our luggage to our bungalow. The resort did not have rooms in a large building but small bungalows formed in circled clusters surrounding a central space where a pool, hot tub, and outdoor bar were located. We were fortunate enough to have one that faced the beach area from the back porch.

"Manny," Travis began, "I'm sure this question is covered in the Guest Information binder, but what is the resort policy on ... uhmmm ... intimate behavior on the grounds?" I was sure I blushed as Manny's eyes quickly moved to me. Travis wasn't wasting any time. His vacation idea, he had told me, was to keep me exposed and discover more pleasure-filled encounters.

Manny smiled and the glint in his eyes as he considered my still-clothed body indicated interest. "The resort is obviously intended to promote an exhibitionist environment. This isn't simply another nudist resort, however." Travis moved behind me. With my attention on Manny and his exposed body, I didn't realize his shift until I felt his hands tugging my shirt up my body. I raised my arms for its removal over my head and I was naked above the waist since it had been 'suggested' that I not wear a bra. My shorts and thong immediately followed. The young barely covered man hesitated in his explanation as Travis exposed me. His eyes were not timid in taking in my exposed white body probably 15 years older than him.

"Excuse me for staring," Manny tried to recover as he addressed Travis, not me. "Your wife is very beautiful."

"She is indeed," Travis replied, "but not my wife."

Manny considered the two of us. A handsome, younger, powerfully built black man and an older white woman. I wondered what he was adding up in his head and concluding. He wouldn't be far off unless he also assumed I was submissive.

"As I was saying," Manny recovered, "we are not merely a nudist resort. Nudity can be a powerful thing and the resort is established on the belief that such powerful effect should be enjoyed. As you say, sir ... intimate behavior" he smiled at the reference " is not only allowed but encouraged in public spaces except in the main building, restaurants, and dance club. The dance club, however, on Tuesday and Thursday nights after 10:00 PM has special entertainment if a female guest volunteered to participate." That sounded loaded with potential. Travis asked about employee interaction. He asked that while fondling my tits from behind. "Yes, sir, the resort allows it as an additional enhancement of experience but only when I ... I mean we ... are not on duty." His eyes watched Travis's hands fondling my tits. When his eyes dropped down, I wouldn't have been surprised if my inner thigh were glistening with my arousal. He volunteered that the binder included a way to leave a message for a specific employee. He spoke to Travis without taking his eyes off my body.

"Would you like that, slut?" Travis softly spoke next to my ear but not so softly that Manny couldn't easily hear. Fuck, I thought, he used that term. He hadn't been kidding when he said this experience was to push me further. Travis was a decade younger than me, this young man before me almost naked seemed like a boy. And I was presented as a slut by him.

I flushed as I nodded. I felt Travis pinch my nipple and I flinched. Travis encourages verbal responses to avoid misunderstandings. I nodded, again, "Yes," I said looking Manny in the eyes before my eyes dropped to his semi-transparent wrap where I now saw a bulge beginning to press out. "I think I would like that very much."

Travis walked Manny to the door leading to the cluster. They stopped just outside and spoke briefly. Travis was smiling as he returned.

"What was that about," I nervously asked.

"Well, slut," he teased me knowing how embarrassed the term had made me, "he thinks you'd be a prime candidate for Tuesday night." The special entertainment nights hadn't been defined but the implication presented was powerful.

"Okay, you've stripped and fondled me in front of that young man. You've stoked my lust. What are you going to do about it?"

"Like stoking your lust takes a special effort," he laughed. I teasingly swatted his upper arm. I had proven myself a slut to him and his five friends and lastly to myself. I couldn't exactly plead otherwise now. "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, Tessa, but not here in private." He pulled off his clothes. He grabbed our sunglasses and took my hand to lead me out toward the beach. We hadn't even unpacked, yet.

I hesitated in the open doorway to the back porch which was open to the beach beyond. I had become comfortable being naked with Travis and then his friends when I was shared. We were confined to being inside except for a small space on his patio that remained private. The events with the young man moments ago were embarrassing and highly exciting. Outside on the beach? The very idea was intimidating. I spotted people on the beach and others simply walking. Travis tugged on my hand and assured me.

We passed a hut with towels, sunscreen, and water. We loaded up and located beach lounges. I glanced down at Travis to find his big semi-hard cock bouncing and swaying.

"This is exciting for you, too," I softly said.

He squeezed my hand. "I've never done this before, either," he confessed. "But, I'm with the hottest, sexiest woman on the beach. Yeah, of course, I'm excited."

Travis began applying sunscreen to my body, fondling and caressing my naked body and especially my breasts, mound, and inner thighs. Then it was my turn on him. Being exposed and fondled in front of that young man had built a fire within me. Walking naked in public with the black man who fucks me like nothing I could have ever before imagined, stoked my arousal higher. I was using the same excuse of sunscreen to stroke his long, even longer now, cock. I was so turned on.

Suddenly, I became very aware of what I was doing. We were on a beach with dozens of other people, not to mention the support staff for the resort. I was stroking Travis's cock. I glanced to the sides and some were watching. I closed the small space between us, my hand didn't seem capable of releasing his cock, and I stretched up to kiss him. His arm pulled me into him, and his other hand held my head to him as we kissed. My self-consciousness evaporated into steadily higher desire and arousal. His cock was hard in my hand as it continued to slowly stroke.

"Are you ready for your first public fucking?" He softly spoke it with his lips brushing mine.

I started to shake my head. My mind was screaming, no. My body was pleading, begging, yes. My hand never stopped stroking and squeezing his cock despite what my mind might have been directing.

"I felt your cunt, Tessa. You're as wet and ready to be fucked as I've ever known you ... and I've known that plenty."

I gazed into his eyes which was difficult through dark sunglasses but the effect was the same. I didn't need to see his eyes, I knew he was serious, I was safe with him, and we were going to do this right here. This trip was about new discoveries. My mind and body struggled. The controlled, proper corporate executive. The lusty slut.

"Tessa the slut is my only partner this trip," he muttered into my mouth as if reading my mind's struggle.

My body made the decision. The hell with my mind's struggle. I had compartmentalized myself: the executive and the slut. The slut could never intrude on the executive world. Why should the executive intrude in the slut's world? I pushed his cock down and stepped over it so it pressed along my very wet slit. Small movements of my hips stroked my cunt along the shaft. We both moaned into each other's mouths.

I mumbled, "How do you want to fuck me?" It was spoken with all the desperate need and desire I felt.

"I'm not," he said. "You're fucking me."

I watched him recline on one of the loungers. It was maybe some kind of final test. Was I ready to release the new slut I thought I was? Was I ready to send the executive part of me packing back home not to intrude again until my body was back home? Damn right I was. I wanted to experience every crazy, sexy, lewd thing this wonderful man might think of.

I straddled the lounger and him as he held his hard black cock ready for me to engulf with my hungry cunt. My eyes closed, my mouth hung open, and a deep, satisfied moan flowed from my soul. There was no intermittent, up and down, inch by inch effort. I merely lowered my wet cunt down the shaft in a single, slow descent until I reclaimed that ever powerful feeling of fullness and penetration to the very depth of my cunt.

"OH ... FUCK ... I love your cock," I moaned as I leaned forward to consume his mouth with mine.

I raised my hips slowly and back down his length. Nothing else mattered, only the cock and the cunt being together. I sat up and my face was showing a lusty smile. Penetrated. Full. My cunt was happy. My body was happy. The slut won.

I raised up slowly, paused with just the head inside me, and dropped abruptly and hard back down. He grunted. I groaned. My tits bounced. Our bodies smacked. I fucked hard and faster. Moans, groans, gasps, and exclamations rose from our mouths. I was rising to my first public orgasm but it was just us fucking as long as my eyes stayed closed. I could tell he was holding back as he somehow managed to do. Not me. Fucking him was too much for me to try to manage. My orgasms overpowered me. He managed his and fucked me longer.

I whimpered as my orgasm rushed to release, to explode within my body. My body began its shiver, my head turned skyward with a long, guttural moan, and my body fully shook as my cunt flooded and washed over his cock. I stopped, my hands pressed down on his chest as my cunt spasmed and my body quaked. I sagged down onto his body as my orgasm continued with after-shocks of wonderment.

He raised my head to kiss my nose. It seemed so tender and playful. Then, "Without getting off me, turn around and continue."

My mind was foggy. My body understood. Reverse cowgirl. Another of so many positions he's shown me. I sat up to begin the awkward rotation when I spotted them. The people. Naked people. Watching. Embarrassment crashed over me, again. It wasn't just public but people actively watching. Obvious couples and others stood between us and the ocean. Completing the rotation, I sat on his thighs fully penetrated. My legs spread wide to stretch to either side of the lounger. Mostly whites, a couple women stroking the cocks of their men. A couple men fondling their women from behind.

More tentative this time before the viewing public, I raised up with more and more black cock emerging from my cunt. I glanced down at what they saw to find a glistening wet cock coming from my cunt. Soft murmurs came from some of the people. Embarrassment by the display was less than I imagined. Instead, arousal. Unabashed lewd, exhibitionistic thrill.

I raised up and crashed down. Travis grunted from behind me. I moaned. Travis was going to cum now. I was going to fuck him to climax and not care how many people were watching. I couldn't take my eyes off them. It was additionally thrilling. More people were caressing, and touching each other. Some of those that seemed to be single were touching themselves. Apparently stimulating them, I was increasing my own stimulation. I crashed down on his cock, smacking our bodies together at the bottom. I was a free-flow of aroused sounds. When I felt Travis's cock swell and begin the tell-tale pulse of impending climax, I accepted my own nearing second orgasm. I clenched my cunt around his cock as I pulled up and thrust my body down. Over and over with increasing speed and determination. My head hung from my shoulders.

"FUCK," I exclaimed. "OH ... FUCK ... CUM WITH ME! I want ... your cum ... in me ... PLEASE!"

I was ready to crash and explode in my second orgasm in public. With a powerful jerk from his cock in my clenching cunt, I felt him grasp my hips and hold me down as if he could press his cock somehow deeper. I let my orgasm take me as his cum spurted into my tightly filled cunt.

It was magnificent. Overwhelming, nearly. My hands on his knees braced me from collapsing forward, my cunt spasming around his cock, the feel of cum squeezing out around his cock, my tits jiggling as my body quaked, and long gasps and moans flowing unabashed from me.

Then, I heard a strange sound. I looked up to find several people clapping. Under the bright sun, they might not have noticed but I blushed profusely. Travis pulled me back to recline on his body which thankfully pulled my eyes from the people. His hands roamed my exposed body as he fondled my tits and caressed my front. I was very aware that my cunt filled with black cock was even more displayed.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"For what," he responded into my ear.

"For you, Travis. More than your cock. For you. I couldn't have done that with anyone else." He kissed my head and I clenched my cunt around his still stiff cock. "I'm your slut this trip, Travis. I'll do anything you want of me. I trust you that I'll always be safe. Anything you want. The other part of me is far from here."