Resort Slut Ch 03B

CHAPTER 3B: ACCEPTANCE - THOMAS

AUTHOR COMMENT: It seems some are not finding this story plausible through negative comments. It is curious to find such reactions on a porn site where nearly every story is implausible. I guess I never realized we came to porn for plausible content. My bad, but I didn't ever think any of my stories were really plausible. It may lead me to reconsider how much time I put into continuing this story before moving on to my next implausible story.

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As I was pulling the top over my head, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Thomas. He was holding something that looked like a thin scarf.

He extended his hand to give it to me and I looked at it and him puzzled. "Didn't Don tell you?"

Tell me what? But then I understood. If I worked for him... my dress code. I didn't expect... but... Resort Slut... that's what they said. The reality crashed down on me: being naked was the least of what was coming for me. I looked up at Thomas and found him watching me with a smile that he couldn't quite hide. I was going to spend time with him naked. Period. Naked was my new existence. Fucking men I didn't know was... expected. This is what I want? This is what I needed. Acceptance started now, I scolded myself. I'm not in Illinois, anymore.

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I stepped back to let him in. "I can wait outside if...," he started.

"No need, Thomas. You're going to see it all, anyway." The room was not more than a nice hotel room: king-sized bed with side tables, comfortable chair, desk, TV, walk-in closet, and bathroom. I moved to the bed as Thomas stood by the still open door. I began unbuttoning the blouse I had just put on and removed it. I tried not to look his way as I opened and slid my shorts down my legs. I didn't know what he knew but Margaret had known everything. Thomas at least knew I was to be wearing just a sheer wrap around my waist. I reached behind to unclasp my bra and as I let it slide down my arms I happened to glance up. He was watching intently and he was watching my breasts come into view. The same happened when I slid my panties down.

I stood in front of him and looked directly at him. After scanning my exposed body, he looked at me and seemed confused by my just standing there. I held out my hand and he looked at it before he remembered he was still holding the sheer, floral print wrap.

He looked down at the material in his hand but rather than handing it to me looked up shyly. "Uhm... well the boss... he said... well that you might..." he stammered.

I felt sorry for him. He's a very attractive man with a military bearing about him, obviously a respect for women that has left him fumbling and must be very competent, but this has rendered him babbling. And now I knew that he knew. Mr. Tillman was trying to take care of me... even if he couldn't at the moment. And, come to think of it, there was going to be many others.

The man before me, his eyes still flicking down to my breasts and pussy, was impressive. He was black, mid-20's or a bit more, dark short hair, a few inches more than 6 feet, and very muscular.

"The boss said it has been hours since... well... since..." he tried unsuccessfully to continue.

I took the few steps to him. I took the soft material from his hand and toss it to the bed. It didn't make it that far before it fluttered to the floor. I put one hand on his chest and... wow, I thought Mr. Tillman had was muscled.

"Mr. Tillman said I might need a fuck, first?" I asked bluntly. He nodded. "Did he tell you why he made such a bold remark?"

He nodded, again. "He said something about you being in a research test study and given the wrong drug and dosage and it made you..."

"With a sex drive I can't manage on my own?" He nodded. I reached up and kissed him on his cheek. "Thomas, just because Mr. Tillman," I kissed his other cheek, "told you, that doesn't mean," I kissed his lips lightly, "that you have to do it. I don't want you to if... you know... you don't want to."

"Are you kidding?!" He picked me up like I weighed nothing. I kissed him hard and he set me down on the bed. He took a step back and as I sat there and he stripped off his short, polo shirt, and underwear. My mouth fell open but not a sound came out. Only disbelief. I looked up at him and back at the hard black cock at eye level about two feet from me. Without looking back up at him, I dropped off the bed to my knees. I tentatively took his cock in my hand. It was definitely hard but didn't quite stand up. Mr. Tillman's cock was ten inches. Thomas has him beat by at least a couple inches. And thick! As I gripped it, I was sure it was a bit thicker.

I leaned forward to kiss the head, then lick it. The moan I heard above me was a reminder that Thomas was attached to this. God, were all black men like this? I stood up and pressed my body against his, my breasts flattening against his chest, and his cock pressing against my stomach.

"Yes, Thomas, I need to be fucked and a lot and I think it is getting worst. Right now will you just fuck me? Later, we can do it anyway you want, if you'll just fuck me hard now."

"I think I can manage that, Beth," he uttered as he picked me up and dropped me onto the bed. I bounced on the bed and he grasped my ankles to put my feet over his shoulders. I was spread before him and he looked down. "Damn," he exclaimed, "you're literally drooling juice."

"You believe now? Will you help me, Thomas?"

He smiled down at me as he maneuvered his cock to my very wet hole. He pressed slightly and the head spread me wide before sinking inside. "Like I said before, Beth, not a problem." I smiled as he slipped more of his cock into me. He continued to press his cock deeper and deeper. His cock opened my pussy and filled it and he continued to press. It felt impossible until his cock, too, bumped me deep inside but he didn't quit. He pulled back and pressed a little deeper, again and again. When we came together, he paused fully embedded in my pussy.

He looked down at me with a curious look on his face. "Have you had a lot of experience with big cocks?" he finally asked.

"I don't... you, Jack, and Mr. Tillman... why?" I asked in return. "I hadn't really had that much experience before. Why?"

He chuckled. "Maybe that drug issue of yours has had another effect on you. Not many first timers take this cock fully."

"Well then," I replied, "go ahead and pound me. Give me that orgasm and we'll work on yours." He nodded and did just that. He pulled back 10 or 11 inches before thrusting mightily back in. I cried out as he grunted with his effort. It wasn't long... again... before my orgasm shook my body and mind. He stayed inside me, I lowered my legs, and we rolled so I was riding him. My next orgasm took longer but it was joined by his climax. He too flooded my pussy.

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We were slowly cruising along a dirt path barely wide enough for the electric cart we were using. After our fucking, I shared my shower with him. I had intended to suck him to a climax in gratitude but he stopped me. We had lunch and things to see, he had said. I told him one of those things better be a quiet scenic location for another fuck. I couldn't believe how brazen I was becoming already. He smiled and promised.

It had been nerve wracking for me to be walking around the grounds to the dining room while only wearing a sheer wrap that accomplished little in hiding anything. In the cart, my breast bounced with every bump and Thomas seemed to enjoy that immensely. He seemed to know exactly where he wanted to take me because there was little stopping to look at anything in the meantime. Finally, he pull off the dirt path and forced the cart through some low brush encouraging me to lean my exposed body closer to him to avoid branches. When the cart pushed through... it was truly spectacular. We were on a rise near a steep drop-off overlooking the simmering blue Caribbean to the West with wispy feather-like clouds toward the horizon.

He stepped out and I joined him and I found we were standing on native grass. He removed a blanket from the back of the cart and walked me closer to the edge. The view nearly took my breath away.

"Oh, Thomas, this is beautiful," I softly exclaimed while hugging him from the side.

His arm came around me and softly cupped a bare breast. I looked up at him and he began fondling it more intentionally. I turned fully, reached up and kissed him hard on the lips, my breasts and body pressed into him. His hands began stroking over my bare back and ass and we kissed harder and more urgently.

I pulled back to create just enough space to allow me to pull his polo from his shorts and up his body. He took it from me and pulled it over his head as I pressed my body into his now bare upper body. I ground my pelvis into his groin and we both moaned. His cock instantly grew and I felt that thick snake transform into a hard rod and I continued flexing into it. Finally, my desire and arousal resurgent, I lowered myself with kisses on his body until I was on my knees in front of him and frantically fumbling at his belt and shorts, taking the waist of both his shorts and underwear in my fingers and pulling them down to his feet. He placed a hand lightly on the top of my head to raise each foot out of the jumble of clothes, his sandals being removed in the process.

At least 12-inches of hard black cock just inches from my face and I smiled. I looked up his body as my hand grasped it and slowly stroked. His face shown his own arousal and need. I licked from the base to the head and kissed my way back down. I wasn't hurrying despite a strong need building inside me after only a few hours since we last fucked. I had never done much cock sucking; I had never done much of anything sexually but a quick, excited fuck in youthful, innocent trial. Now, with these cocks, I found myself wanting to explore all the potential of what sex, fucking, and surrendering fully to it might provide.

I wanted it in my mouth. It was a new desire that was a sudden new desperate need as if it expressed something more than merely an act of sex. I opened my mouth wide to take the large head inside and intentionally forced my tongue around it in a swirling motion. I sucked so hard my cheeks collapsed and the sound from above encouraged me and pleased me. I took more of his cock into my mouth and began pushing and easing my mouth over it, trying to take more and more until I felt the head at the entrance to my throat.

I strained my eyes up to see his reaction: was I doing this okay? Was he enjoying this? Even, did it matter that I was trying? What I found was a look of pleasure: his eyes closed, his mouth open, and ragged gasps and moans escaping that open mouth. That was all I needed to continue with increased effort to please him in my mouth and throat. His cock slid into my throat and I felt a momentary effect to gag but it quickly passed. Never having tried to put anything into my throat I didn't know that gagging should be natural. You swallow food, why not swallow a cock.

I wanted to take more. I only had an a few inches or so inside my throat when he pulled me off his cock. I thought maybe he might be about to cum but no.

"Have you done deep throat before," he asked.

"Deep throat?" I asked naively.

He chuckled and shook his head. "My God, Beth," he exclaimed. Then he inquired, "Were you trying to take my whole cock?" I nodded. He shook his head, again, while smiling. "There is an easier way, then," he added. He grabbed his shirt and shorts, rolled them tightly, and held the roll on the blanket. He instructed me to lay on my back with the rolled clothes under by neck. I did as he explained, eager to find out what the result would be. Once in place, I smiled up at him and nodded, ready for whatever he had planned. The extent of the transformation that has occurred in me so suddenly could be frightening if I didn't trust these men, men I really barely knew.

The view I had looking at him upside down made him look like a giant which was very much what his big cock looked like, too. But, I thought, I already knew his cock was a giant.

He knelt alongside my head and adjusted my position so my head was tilted backward. He positioned his cock at my face and I opened my mouth wide. He slid it back inside and I immediately recognized the advantage of this position. My throat was perfectly aligned to take his cock. I eased my throat muscles as he continued to press his cock through my mouth and into my throat.

"I am going to fuck your throat, Beth. When I pull back, breath through you nose. Remember, don't try to breathe through you mouth." My hands had been fondling my breasts but one rose to give him a thumbs-up.

I felt the head in my throat and he pulled back. I took a breath through my nose as he said and it was an unobstructed breath. He pressed deeper, pulled back, and pressed deeper. He was inching his way deeper and deeper and the feeling in my throat was amazing. His thick cock stretch my throat the way it did in my pussy. Then, with a final push, his cock sank deeper and his balls slid over my forehead and onto my nose. I had it all! My throat had 12-inches of cock lodged in it for the moment. He stayed still for a moment and I flexed my throat muscles. He groaned.

I looked up but it was darkness above me, in the bright, early afternoon, but it was my eyes blocked by his scrotum and ball sack. He pulled his cock back, breath, and his cock was thrust fully back in, my throat expanding as it went quickly deeper and deeper until my nose was brushed again. Now he was truly fucking my throat and every other time he pulled back far enough for my breath. When I felt his cock suddenly swell impossibly more in the tight constriction of my throat, I knew he was about to climax. His cock flexed and pulsed and the first spurt of cum went directly down my throat. He quickly pulled back but there was no breath to take as cum filled my upper throat. He pulled back further and my mouth was filled.

His cock pulled back completely and cum spilled out of my mouth. I was panting and gasping. He turned on his knees and looked down at me, "Are you okay, Beth?" he asked urgently.

I coughed and smiled at him with cum dripping down my cheek. "God, Thomas..." I gasped again, "what a feeling. I didn't even taste the first spurt but I sure got a mouth full after that," I finished laughing.

We weren't done by a long shot, though. I still hadn't had my orgasm but the effort of deepthroating him was an effective diversion. "Now," I began, "I get to suck you hard so we can fuck," I brazenly proclaimed.

He laughed and wasn't complaining. He did have a thought, though. He lay on his back and told me to plant my pussy over his mouth. While I sucked his cock hard he would try to give me an orgasm. I wasn't complaining, either. I swung my leg over his head and sat on his mouth. I sighed at the feel of his lips and tongue immediately working on my pussy and clit. I bent over his body, lifted his softening cock to my mouth and renewed using my mouth, lips, and tongue. I was cleaning his cock of cum residue as I did and even stuffed his cock back into my throat by using my head motion this time.

Then, "OWWW... FAWWAK" I cried around his cock in my mouth. He had slipped a finger into my pussy as he sucked on my clit. He must have curled his finger as he began rubbing my g-spot while he continued sucking my clit. The two sensitive nubs filled with nerve endings throbbed together and back and forth. Nobody knows any purpose for them but to bring pleasure and he was working both simultaneously.

When I erupted in orgasm, he was already hard. Before my body had any chance of recovery, Thomas was flipping onto my back, and he scrambled between my thighs and drove his cock deep into my still spasming pussy. He began fucking me hard with long, quick, and powerful thrusts. The orgasm he just gave me was only the start as his powerful fucking brought another orgasm on top of the first. His fucking of me continued and my orgasm continued. It was unbelievable and mind-blowing but it continued.

"Oh... God... OH, OH, OH... OH FUCK... FUCK... OH... OH YESSSSSS!" I screamed. I just kept cumming and cumming and then... then his cock was gone. I was empty and for a moment my mind wasn't connecting what happened.

He turned me over and lifted my hips and pulled me back so my knees were under me and plowed his cock back into my pussy. My upper body never made it up, my face turned to the side, my breasts and chest collapsed on the ground as he thrust into me hard and fast. I was gasping and panting and otherwise limp, merely a hole for him to fuck into.

The few moments of his cock out of me and him repositioning me had the effect of pausing my orgasmic series but my arousal was quickly rising. I had no idea how long he managed to keep fucking me, first while on my back and now from behind. My consciousness was consumed by the erotic pleasure sensations flooding me. I orgasmed, again, but this time I felt my pussy being filled with his cum.

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Approaching Mr. Tillman's door, we heard a printer running. Thomas knocked on the open door.

"Ah," he began, "just in time. I was just finishing..." when he looked up. "Dear," he chuckled, "you look..."

"Well fucked?" I finished for him. Thomas was, of course, again appropriately dress while I was inappropriately dressed but as I was expected to be: a sheer, floral wrap at my waist which almost got left behind at the at the grassy knoll.

"Well, yes," he laughed, "but I didn't really want to say it." He focused on Thomas, "Thank you, Thomas. Will you be in your office?" He nodded. Something about some paperwork, he said.

When Thomas left the office, Don offered me a chair. I sat basically naked but crossed my legs as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He slid some papers across his desk to me. I reached forward and took them. The job offer. I looked up at him with a smile showing on my face. The pages contained the detailed offer including position (Resort Slut and I wondered how he dared make that official in the document), salary, benefits, resort clothing, etc., etc. The next was allowance provided to me: guest room in one of the guest buildings, meals, access to the fitness center, and all things allowed for guests. He explained that I would have a stainless wrist bracelet, used by employees and guests to get access to specific areas and to make charges. In my case, that was mostly for show because all my resort expenses would go to a discretionary budget line item. For the guests, they were also a souvenir with the resort emblem but also was a bar code for charges. "You might have noticed a lot of guests and some employees don't have pockets." I laughed. "They also work the room locks."

"So," I ventured, "my resort clothing..."

He laughed. "Actually more than just some sheer floral wraps. You will need standard shorts and polo shirts for some occasions. We occasionally get visited by our European owners. Your... ah... services might be required. But all that is if you accept the job."

"If I accept the job?" I asked. "Of course I accept the job. The salary wasn't even an issue, though it would be nice to save up some for... just in case."

"Good," he replied with excitement. "And, I want you to start as soon as you can. Margaret has everything ready for it to be official. All that is needed is for you to close out your studies at U of F, pack your things, and move down." Then, he saw in my face how I reacted. "What's wrong, Beth?"

"I'm... I'm..." I stuttered, "I'm afraid."

"Of the job? Don't worry..."

"No, I'm afraid of leaving and going back. Don't you understand? That will takes days and... and days by myself... what will happen. It hasn't stabilized yet. It's getting worse. Ask Thomas."