Resort Slut

CHAPTER 4: TRANSFORMED

We thought we had it all figured out. Thomas would stay with me, closely with me. We'd fly from the neighboring island to Miami, then connect to Gainesville. I would close out my school account, tell my folks I was taking an internship position and explain later, pack my stuff into boxes, rent a van and drive to a smaller contract airport outside of Miami for a direct flight back to the island. It sounded good. It sounded quick. And, Thomas would keep me from going crazy.

Then, we arrived at the Miami airport right in front of a tropical storm that was supposed to only graze Miami, but nothing is so simple for airports. Suddenly, the flight we needed to arrive had to fly into the storm and that wasn't going to happen. Many flight leaving had to fly into the storm and... ditto. A projected two and a half hour delay for our Gainesville flight.

Thomas could see the strain of the news on my face. We had hoped to make a quick connect and into Gainesville before... Now what? Did I think I could last out the extra two and a half hours? Thomas was watching me closely.

* * * *

"Thomas, what are we going to do?" I asked in growing desperation in my voice.

"I don't know. There is nowhere private in airports anymore after 9/11. No rooms we could get access to or even stairwells..." He stopped and turned to me. "That's it, stairwells."

"You just said," I replied as he pulled me down the long hall with gates on either side, "... Thomas..."

"The parking structure," he said urging me on, "The parking structure has stairwells and nobody uses them. Everyone has baggage."

We left the security area behind us, down the escalator, and out the arrival doors on the ground level. Across the multiple lanes of traffic was the multi-level parking structure with hundreds... thousands... of cars. Inside on the ground level, Thomas stopped and scanned above the mass of cars and tugged me along, again. Soon, I saw it, too. "Stairs" in glowing red letters.

We climbed to the third level, then another half flight and stopped. He listened and I heard nothing but the rain outside coming down in sheets blown by the storm's intense but hopefully soon relenting wind. The stairwell was enclosed on three sides but not the fourth, probably for air circulation and another reason why few people would want to use the stairs in the Florida heat and humidity.

He took my backpack and turned me to the half wall that was a little higher than waist high. It was roughly 90 degrees to the direction of the blowing rain.

"Here?" I muttered nervously. He had been so intent I didn't have a chance to question his decision.

He laughed, "Perfect," he teased. "Exhibitionism, with the cars below. Possibly arrested for lewd conduct if the cops catch us."

I laughed, turned, and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. "I'm sorry about all this, Thomas." I shyly looked at him and added, "I bet you never thought taking care of a sex-crazed woman would be part of your job."

He laughed back, "No, never did." He gave me a quick kiss back. "One of those rare, unexpected pluses that come along, I guess," he said as he began pulling my Black Isle Resort polo up my body.

Once off, he also reached around my back and deftly unhooked my bra with ease. "Do I really need to be fully naked?" I asked.

"Yes," he calmly replied. He left his shirt on as he began loosening his shorts. I dropped my bra and began taking off my shorts and panties. When he noticed my reaction to him not removing his shirt, "I am not the one who agreed to the employment terms of being naked." I shook my head. Naked at the resort and arrested for public indecency in Miami were different things.

He turned me around and nudged my feet wide and pressed me over the low wall, though I braced myself with my hands to remain partially upright. His hand slipped between my legs and I heard, "I don't know why I check, you are always dripping wet. It probably is a good thing the boss doesn't want you wearing a thong under your wrap."

"Ha ha..." I responded, "very funny." True, though, I knew. It wasn't just an internal, psychological feeling of desire but real bodily response that drug therapy had produced.

His cock replaced his hand at my pussy and pushed through my lips and into my hole. I loved the feel of being spread by these big cocks. "Ohhh... yesssss... thank... you... Thomas," I gasped as he pushed repeatedly deeper and deeper. "Oh... you... feel so... gooooddd." He pulled back and I braced myself for what was coming. With only the head still inside me, he moved his cock only an inch or so back and forth in a tease, then thrust fully inside, his cock going to the end of my pussy. I cried out but tried to muffle it by quickly closing my mouth. That deep, sudden, completely filling penetration was arousing, delicious, and seemed to fire so many nerve endings throughout my pussy at once. "Thank you... Thomas. Thank... you," I uttered as he moved into powerful fucking, "for putting up... with me."

"Yes," he chuckled as he continued to plow into me, "you are a real bother... but I think... I can suffer through it," he teased.

Typical, I orgasmed quickly but pleaded for him to cum, "OH... FUCK," I exclaimed too loudly as my body shook and my support on the low wall fell to barely supporting me above it. "YES... FUCK ME. Cum in me, please... fill me with your cum... please." He thrust harder and faster but it still took time and it took a while to recognize that he paused inside me to fondle my nipples and stroke my clit. My stimulation seemed unabated but paused the stimulation of his cock. He was taking me to another orgasm.

I was hanging over the low wall after my second orgasm and his climax. He was still inside me when I glanced below. "Thomas... there's a cop... looking up," I gasped while my orgasm only then began to subside. He leaned over me and peered down. He began to laugh as if it was all a big game and perhaps fucking a horny woman in public because she need it right then might seem that way. He pulled out and I felt his big load of cum begin to leak. I turned and he was pulling his shorts and underwear up his legs as I just sagged back against the wall. He handed me my polo shirt which I clumsily pulled over my head. He knelt down to aid me getting my feet into my panties and shorts and while I pulled them up I noticed him stuffing something into my backpack.

He leaned over the low wall, "Hurry, Beth," he urged, "I think he is heading up the stairs."

I was snapping my shorts closed as he pulled me up the last of the stairs to the fourth level. He pushed through the door and led me down the parking row to the next set of stairs. As we hurried down, my breasts bouncing, it finally occurred to me what he had been stuffing into my backpack... my bra.

* * * *

"Have you ever done anal, Beth?" Thomas asked it in the same that he might have asked if I like Thai food.

I was spread along his body with my head on his arms and shoulder, one hand stroking his chest and stomach as his hand stroked my back. We had just finished another amazing fuck after a very productive day. After finally catching our flight from Miami and rented an SUV in Gainesville, he dropped me off at the campus Administration building while he went off to purchase some boxes. He was parked in a visitor spot near my dorm when I was finished canceling out of the remainder of the semester. My roommate was shocked with I brought Thomas into our room. I had been a naive small town girl from the Midwest and here I was with a hunky black guy in tow. We made short work of packing my stuff and hunky Thomas made short work of carrying it all down to the car.

It had been past dinner by the time we arrived at the hotel just off campus but Thomas had it under control. Upon entering the room, he dropped out two backpacks with the only things we needed for the trip and tugged my polo shirt out of my shorts and up my body. I raised my arms to assist and my breasts were bare. Then I giggled. What, he asked.

"Oh, just thinking about my roommate. I was such a serious, naive girl to her sluttiness and here I come in with a hunky black guy and clearly braless."

He had smiled and shared the laugh. I had certainly transitioned from that naive girl but he was focused on the woman I was transitioning into. He was dropping his shorts to expose his semi-hard long, thick cock, the sight encouraging me to catch up by dropping my own shorts and panties. I pulled the cover down (everyone has heard the stories of how gross hotel covers are) and crawled onto the bed. I had waited on my knees to see how he wanted to take me. And, I guess right.

He crawled up next to me in the king-sized bed and lay on his back. I only had to lean over to love his cock, kissing and licking the length of it as I held and stroked it. I sucked and pushed my head down over it to take it into my throat but the position wasn't the best for going too far in. My mind thrilled at what I had experienced when I realized that thought: I wasn't in proper position to deep-throat. How much has happened to me and all it so exciting.

In moments I had him hard and I rode him hard, my breasts bouncing and swaying, his cock jamming deep. We both came close to each other. Only then did we go out to get something to eat but it wasn't Thai.

That was all leading up to his asking about anal.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"I didn't say we would," he explained. "I am just curious."

I repositioned myself to look him in the eyes. "Just curious? It must be something you are more than curious of if you bring it up." I was teasing him and he knew it. "No, to answer your question. I have never done anal. You know I'm not that experienced. Heck, between you, Jack, and Don, I have had nearly all of my sexual experiences except for some masturbation and a couple missionary fucks." I studied him. "That's a real thing...?" I mused half to myself. He nodded, wanting me to keep thinking about it. "Wouldn't that hurt, though? You're huge and that is so..."

"So tight," he finished. I nodded. "I have heard or read that a lot of women are anally orgasmic." I looked at him surprise but my curiosity was joining his now. "Women have been afraid of my cock in either hole, but especially the asshole. I just thought, maybe, because of those hormones you got..."

"My pussy somehow accommodated your length," I finished, "and my throat somehow stretched and subdued the gag reflex." He nodded. "So, maybe my ass..." He nodded, again. Damn, I thought. A week ago I would have been happy to be fucked by a 6-inch cock and now my pussy and throat were taking 10 and 12-inch cocks and I was thinking about that 12-inch cock in my ass. A week ago I would have sued the company that did this to me and now I was reveling in the experiences and pleasures I am receiving.

He could see it in my face. "We'll need some lubrication," he said.

I raised my head a bit to peer at him, "Somehow, I don't think that little shop downstairs will have any intimate lubrication," I giggled back to him.

"No," he replied as he extricated himself from under me, "but the bath room has lotion."

He was halfway to the bathroom when I blurted out, "Wait. Are you sure about this?"

He stopped and nodded, yes, but said, "No." He smiled, "I mean, yeah, I'm sure but maybe you aren't." I smiled. I've come to enjoy just being with him. He was playful. I thought about it. He might be right. In fact, the way my body has been reacting the past few days, he probably is right. I nodded to him and he continued his rush to the bathroom

"So," I began as he returned holding the little tube of lotion, "you know what to do with that, right?"

He shook his head, no, with a smile. "I mean, I need to lube my cock and your asshole in and out." He looked at me. "I figure your pussy is full of cum so that can be more lubrication for my cock."

I gazed at him. A week ago, less actually, there was no way anyone would be so casually, matter-of-factually, describing the condition of my pussy to me. "Sounds reasonable," I shrugged with the recognition that nothing about me was any longer normal, "but why did you shake your head?"

"Because no woman has ever let me try," he just as calmly explained. Great, I thought, I'm being a test subject, again. "But, I read a lot. Don't worry."

I squinted my eyes at him as I knelt on the bed facing him. "Yeah, don't worry, but it isn't your ass that will be impaled by a freaking pole." He laughed. I shrugged my final acceptance. "So, how do we do this?"

He climbed onto the bed, "Doggy style," he said. "On all fours."

I sighed and turned to get into position. I felt the bed move as he came up behind me. I parted my knees wider and waited. I felt his cock touch my pussy and slip inside. "Ooooooo," I sighed, "hmmm... feels good... we could just..."

He leaned over me as he slowly moved his cock inside my cum-filled pussy which was now coating his cock well as he pressed deeply inside. "You know," he said softly into my ear, "you could be fucked by two cocks at once now: pussy and throat." I shivered at the very thought but it was an enticing thought. Sure, I had sucked Jack and Don while the other fucked me but that was it. They hadn't fucked my throat like Thomas did. "Just think, Beth... open up your ass and..." his cock was sawing in and out of my pussy and my arousal was shooting up, "... you could have three cocks at the same time."

"Ohhhh... Godddd," I gasped, "just do it."

With his cock still slowly moving inside my pussy, I felt a finger at my tight asshole with lotion being spread. Then the finger was gone but quickly returned and pressed inside my asshole and repeatedly pushing lotion inside. I gasped at the feel of the finger but moaned as a second finger joined it. He was getting my sphincter used to opening and I shivered, again. This was real. He was going to do it and I was letting him. He was so thick, though.

Before I could talk myself out of it, though, his cock came out of my pussy and was being pressed at my asshole. "Hold your cheeks open," came his voice. Damn, I thought, now I was lewdly spreading for him. When I did as directed, his cock pressed harder while a hand wound around me and stroked my clit and empty pussy. I gasped and moaned at the joint sensation but the cock was slowly pressing and opening my sphincter. He took my clit between two fingers and I jerked involuntarily and his cock punched through into my asshole. I cried out, maybe loudly. For an instant, it was a seering sensation as my asshole and sphincter were stretched but he remained motionless except for the stroking of my pussy and a finger moving in and out of it. My pussy was enjoying the attention and my asshole slowly stopped arguing.

"Ohhh... fuck, Thomas," I gasped. "I... I... know why," I continued to gasp as his cock began slowly to inch back and forth, "I know why... the other women... wouldn't... let you."

He chuckled as he leaned over me. Every slight motion from him or me caused his cock to move, maybe minutely, but I felt it. While one hand continued fondling my pussy, the other found a breast and tease the nipple. "Do you want to stop?" He was teasing. In our short time together, he knew I couldn't get enough once I started.

"Fuck, no," I gasped. "I can't... believe I'm saying it... but don't you... dare stop. I guess... my ass isn't going to split... in two, after all."

He chuckled and began fucking my asshole slowly. He pulled back and more had entered me than I thought. They he used a steady, constant pressure to sink more of his cock deeper. My mind was stunned by the sensations of his cock moving back and forth, deeper and deeper in my tight ass, as he continued tormenting my clit and entering my empty pussy with a finger. I didn't know how long it took but he was suddenly bumping my ass cheeks with his hips. He was fully up my ass! And... God... it was tight!

He was soon fully fucking with increasingly more powerful thrusts. I cried out, moaned, and whimpered as the surprisingly powerful arousal captured my body and took me higher and higher to what I realized was going to be an equally powerful orgasm. All three of my holes? Now I knew... all three holes could take these big black cocks. What had happened to me? But that thoughtful musing dissipated into the lust-induced fog of my brain as my pending orgasm came over me.

I collapsed fully onto the bed, my whole body once again in a wonderful orgasm. It was completely lost on me that Thomas continued fucking his long cock into my ass for nearly another minute before dumping his cum deep in my ass.

"Oh... my... God... Thomas," I gasped between deep and heavy breaths once I could form words. He was lying on top of me, his cock still embedded in my ass. Somehow he was managing not to put too much weight on me. "What... hmmm... what have you... done to me?" He pulled my long hair away and kissed my neck. I sighed deeply, "Oh, Thomas, that was amazing."

He slowly pulled his cock from my ass and lay on his back next to me. I gathered strength to turn to him with my left arm across his chest and my left leg over his. I kissed his chest before raising my head to peer at him. "What did you mean by three cocks at once?" I asked curiously. He smiled.