CHAPTER 3A: ACCEPTANCE
Everything about me in life was changing so fast it could seem to me that I was trying to live a dream ... or nightmare. In a quiet moment after yet another fuck last night (in his bed that time where I spent the night), I tried to explain that feeling of dream or nightmare to him. He was attentive and comforting. Amazingly so. Volunteering for a drug study program shouldn't end the life you had known. It shouldn't leave you unable to study and focus in school and only wonder how you were going to find another relief from the building sexual need. Finding the study office shut down when you finally resolved to seeking answers to what happened left you so desperate for answers and resolution that you were left to following an anonymous phone call to Black Isle. What kind of salvation can a place that openly promotes nudity and sexual encounters? Sexual relief, I had mused, but what about life? He had softly suggested that recognizing potential and being open to transitioning to a new, unexpected life could evaporate my nightmare.
He had gently calmed me to sleep in his arms. He woke me the next morning just as gently. I was having a wonderful dream that turned out to be not a dream at all but my body reacting to new pleasure. I woke disoriented which was to be expected in new surroundings but it was what my body was experiencing that was just as disorienting. My pussy and clit were sending waves of pleasure through my body. I was being licked and kissed and probed gently by fingers. I raised my head to verify that this wasn't a dream, that my sleep wasn't tricking me.
"Oooooohhh ... sssiiiirrrrr ..." I sighed through long pleasure releases. I tried to raise myself to my elbows but he easily pressed me back. Now that I was awake, he grasped my legs, raised my knees, and spayed them widely. I raised my head just enough to gaze between my breasts at his head moving between my obscenely spread legs. His tongue was stroking over the length of my pussy, lips capturing my engorged clit, teeth gently nibbling and chewing the lips, and tongue pressing into my juicy hole where fingers were now sawing in and out, too. He must have curled a finger and found my g-spot. My eyes shot widely open, my mouth gasped open as if to cry out but air was caught in my lungs. OH ... FUCK ... my mind screamed. I have a g-spot?!? They are real?!?
I had never been brought to orgasm by someone eating my pussy. "Oh ... God ...," I softly exclaimed as my world returned to reality. "Nobody has ... ever done that ... to me."
He chuckled softly as he gave my drooling pussy a final kiss. His face around his mouth had a sheen of pussy juice to it. He kissed his way up to me. I could taste my pussy on his lips. Something else new to me.
"Welcome to ... Black Isle, Beth," he muttered between kisses to my face. "People who are open to it can explore widely diverse experiences."
And apparently mine was complete at the moment. As he inched further up, his hard cock butted against my wet and pliable pussy. A slight adjustment on his part and the head of his cock parted my hole and slipped inside. I gasped and sighed my delight and loosely wrapped my legs around him. Slowly he penetrated my hot, wet pussy as his body adjusted on top of me until he was more supported on his hands than actually on me. With a final thrust, I was fully stuffed yet again with cock. My mouth opened and a long, satisfied sigh escaped.
He began with long and smooth strokes of his cock in me. I opened my eyes and saw him above me smiling in that confident, controlling way I already recognized about him. "Good morning, Beth," he uttered with another kiss.
I smiled. Hell, I think my entire body was smiling. I held his face in my hands as his big black cock continued sliding in and out. I kissed him repeatedly. His slow, even fucking gradually changed into power thrusts that caused my body to shake by impact. My breasts bounced on my chest, my mouth hung open, and groans, grunts, and gasps released from my throat in a steady stream. His climax, the feel of his cum filling my pussy, triggered another orgasm for me.
After enough time to partially recover, we rose from the bed. He smacked my butt and sent me to my room to shower, dress, get some breakfast and then to wander the grounds. He wanted me in his office at 9:00 AM. It wasn't until I stepped into the hallway that I remembered where I was. I stood naked in the hallway of the management living quarters. My body exhibited the results of numerous fuckings last night outside and in his room. I searched the hallway to orient myself and remembered which of the doors was mine. And, just as I closed my door, I heard another open somewhere nearby.
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I knocked on his office door at exactly 9:00 AM. I was dressed in my dress, again. Despite his talk at dinner last night about my being naked or nearly so if I were to remain here, I had the feeling this was still an interview. But, I chuckled to myself, if this was his idea of interviewing, I might as well just stay in his bed with my legs splayed open.
"Beth," he said very professionally and business-like which caused a bit of nervousness for me. I had honestly lost track of how many times he had fucked me and all the talk about possible scenarios of my remaining at the resort had left me with positive expectations. Had something changed?
"I didn't sleep well, last night," he announced to increase my nervousness.
"Because of me?" I asked with trepidation.
He smiled at me. "Sorry," he responded and was suddenly more relaxed. "Yes it was but I didn't mean that to sound negative. On the contrary, I merely recognized the hurdles involved with this." I watched and listened intently. He hadn't offered for me to sit, yet.
"We're going to meet with Jack Sutton now. His office is just down the hall. You'll remember I mentioned last night that he was working on some ideas that might be potential opportunities for you. He and I met yesterday about you and the ideas he presented to me are ... well, might be challenging for a small town girl, as you refer to yourself."
"Marketing?" I asked confusion. What could I do for marketing?
"Beth, any job openings I have are housekeeping and kitchen and all require full-time shifts." He chuckled, "Full-time without ... your relief just won't work will it?" I shook my head with understanding that it wouldn't be any better than being back at school. If not a real job, then what is there to talk about? Still standing before him, my thoughts were interrupted by, "Remove your clothes."
I re-focused my attention and realized my decision to use the dress again was wrong. I quickly removed the dress, bra, and panties. Once again I was in his office stripped at his direction and this time I reacted even quicker. I watched his eyes examine my body but there was something new in the way he was doing it as though he was weighing another thought and evaluating my body against that thought.
He stood and walked to me, his fingers taking both hard nipples and rolling them gently. "From this point on while you are on the island, whether just today or longer, this is the way you will be dressed." I shivered. He wasn't kidding earlier. He started for the door to his office but only a few steps into the administration hall, he stopped and smiled at me. "No," he said, "a sheer wrap at your hips like you've seen the servers and reception girls wearing might be nice but without the bikini tops or thongs." My anxiety rose. What was Jack Sutton thinking?
Don didn't even knock as we approached an open office door and entered. I was introduced as we walked inside and the other man, Jack Sutton, rose and leaned over his desk to shake my hand which seemed strange given that I was naked upon entering and I had been fucked and casually touched by Don numerous times since arriving.
Jack Sutton, Marketing Manager for the resort, was also black and that shouldn't be any surprise I decided. His age was early 30's, maybe 32, about 6 feet tall and athletic like Don with a head clean of any hair which I assumed he shaved.
Don took one of the visitor chairs in front of Jack's desk and I took the other, crossing my legs demurely. I chuckled to myself: demurely crossing my legs as I sat naked with two clothed men. My anxiety increased as I sat quietly as Jack's eyes scanned my body. Another man viewing my exposed body who has influence over what happens. Don had already made it clear that there wasn't going to be a 'real' job open for me here. Whatever chance I had at remaining on the island would come down to what Jack was considering. And, if I could accept that.
"Beth Harms," Jack began, "quite a story you came to us with." I began to offer an objection to the word 'story' but he held up his hand to stop me. "Don is quite convinced about your ... uhm ... situation. If Don is convinced, then I am convinced. He has already shared what you have told him and I sympathize, but ..." he glanced at Don who I noticed out of the corner of my eye give him a nod, "this might present us, the resort, with a very unexpected and advantageous opportunity." He leaned back in his chair, clearly considering his next thought.
"Don't be worried, Jack. She's naked and I've fucked her ... how many times, Beth?" Don asked.
I was sure I was bright red. Naked, okay. Discussing how many times he fucked me? "Ahhh ... five times... maybe?" I stammered with uncertainty.
"She knows there is no real job for her, Jack, so just tell her what you are thinking," Don explained.
"Okay ... so ... bottom line the way I see it is this: Black Isle Resort promotes nudity and open sexuality by exploiting the black man/white woman sexual mystique. We took over this small resort about a year ago and revamped it around the idea of targeting that niche market. We have had some success but we are still missing out on the promotional message we need. I think you can help deliver that."
"I ... I don't understand, Jack. I don't ... really know anything about marketing ..."
"No," he chuckled, "I wouldn't want you developing the marketing. I would want you in the marketing ... the focal point of the marketing, if you will." He paused, again. "I'm sorry but this is all awkward. I imagine even more so for you." He looked at Don and clarified that I had signed a non-disclosure agreement which I had. "Please stand up, Beth." I did. He had me turn around. "You are a beautiful woman, Beth." I blushed under the attention. "You'll be very photogenic. I can see the images now: such a small white woman with tall, big black men with big cocks."
"What exactly are you thinking about?" I asked.
