Resort Slut Ch 09

CHAPTER 9: THE PORN SHOOT

As I approached the dining room while recounting the eventful day I just experienced, one that seemed like an endless stream of eventful days, I noticed a middle-aged white couple waiting just outside the door. I didn't immediately think much about it as many people waited to join other guests. But, as I approached, their attention became fixed on me. I searched my memory if I might have had some contact with them. Nothing came to mind.

The man was dressed in colorful boxers and an open shirt. The woman was in a baby-doll negligee that wasn't quite sheer and a visible thong underneath. I was dressed in one of my many sheer wraps. The man stepped forward.

"Excuse us," he began, "but we've noticed you on the beach and are wondering if you might join us for dinner tonight."

I gave a wary smile. "What is this about?" I asked. I have been approached numerous times by those seeing me on the beach. I suppose I'm hard to miss. None the less, I thought it worth being a bit careful.

The woman stepped up, "We're from Fargo," she said. I suppose that might explain everything, at least in their minds, and I suppose it did as I thought back to that divorced woman I assisted. I smiled and nodded. Here we go, again.

It started out slowly. When the waitress came to take our orders, she said, "Hi, Beth." Then she turned to the other two, "What can I get you folks?"

"You know her?" the woman asked curiously.

"We... uhmmm... we've spent a bit of time together," I stammered.

They looked at each other with smiles. During dinner they went into their need after much prying from me. They were a sexually active couple from Fargo, about mid-40's, and wanting to add a new spice to their experiences.

"So, you thought black guys. The whole black mystique thing," I inserted.

"Right," the guy said enthusiastically.

"But, you got here and found getting it to happen wasn't as simple as you thought?" They softly nodded. "Look," I said, "one thing you have to understand is that this is a place that encourages that idea but everyone here is as much a tourist as you are." They stared at me dumbly. "Okay," I began again with a hint of the frustration. I looked at her, "How were you dressed out there? And," I added quickly, "I hope you don't say you wore your Fargo, ND bikini." She looked down at her plate of partially finished meal and shrugged. I turned my attention to him, "And, I suppose you sat next to her the whole time?" He looked confused and nodded.

"Okay," she said, "so, did we mention we are from Fargo?" Even I had to laugh. "That's why we thought talking to you might help."

"Okay, I get it." I took a breath. "I didn't mean to sound hard but you have to do your part in this. You have to think of this as a two-way experience. You want the black experience and most of those black guys are here for what they think is a white experience." They looked surprised. "That's right, it's their thing, too. Now, if you want to attract their attention and interest, you need to make it easier for them. Be naked. Don't hide what it is they want to see." I looked back at him, "And, don't sit with her when you want it to happen. Remember, most of them are just guys and walking up to a couple and boldly asking to fuck your wife is... well, they probably won't."

"Other women are naked and don't..." she began to protest for some reason.

"Correct. My point, exactly. Make it easier for them. My favorite opener is to pick an empty lounge-chair near a guy you find interesting. Stand before him naked, ask if that lounge-chair is open. If it is and his eyes give you a sign as they go up and down your body, ask if he would mind helping with sunscreen." She looked at her husband. "And let him really cover you back and front. Open your legs to encourage him. If he's gotten to that point with open legs, have fun."

"Oh my," she softly said, "that's kind of like throwing myself at him." I nodded.

"Exactly. Let it be obvious that you are interested."

"So..." he added, "what about me?"

"Give her room. You want to watch, right?" He nodded. "Give her room to catch the guy, then move in with the others to watch."

"Wait... what?" she stammered. "Watch... others... others will be watching?"

I chuckled, "You were watching me, right?"

The woman flushed and leaned to her husband and whispered to him. He nodded as she stood to leave. "Thank you for your help," he said quickly.

It was pretty clear to me they were headed back to their room to fuck. Fargo. Maybe, though, that talk was really all they needed for some new spice. I returned to eating my meal.

"Hi," came a strong voice at my side. I looked up to find a nice specimen of maleness in black boxers that were just a bit darker than his very dark skin. I smiled. "I was hoping to find someone to join but..." he indicated the two plates opposite me.

"They just left," I said smiling. I turned to locate Sara, the waitress who was more to me. She cleared away the plates and took his order. "So," I began, "Are you new here?" I leaned forward so my breasts pressed against the top of the table, which he naturally noticed.

He seemed to suddenly remember my question after being fixed by my exposed breasts and hard nipples. "Oh... ummm... yes, today."

I smiled at him, "You really should walk the beach after dark. So quiet and peaceful under the moon and stars." He watched me and I smiled at him, again. "I could show you after dinner, if you want," I offered with an enticing smile. He nodded numbly. God, I am such a slut.

* * * *

As I entered the lobby of the main building, I waved to the two girls behind the reception counter and winked. Before coming here to fuck men, I had no idea I would also enjoy eating pussy and being fucked by strap-ons.

I knocked on Don's office door and stepped inside to also find Jack and Thomas. The General Manager and Marketing/Sales Manager and my favorite Security Manager. I was dressed as always with a very sheer, floral wrap tied at my hips. They were dressed as they almost always were in resort shorts and polo shirts.

"Both of you, too? Did I do something wrong?" I asked with a tease.

"Hardly," Jack responded.

"Thanks for coming in, Beth," Don said. While Jack sounded excited, Don seemed a bit tentative. He indicated the chair next to Jack, which I took and demurely crossed my legs despite being naked. Thomas stood at the side against the wall. "No, you're not in trouble. Entirely the opposite. I could show you the testimonials and references emailed to us and left on the website forum. Many have spoken to the experiences they enjoyed, some in great detail, and some offering tips to women if they are interested."

"Since receiving some of those kind of comments," Jack injected, "we've added a section on the forum just for women. A number have talked about tips they received from a young, long-haired brunette guest."

"We have also received reports from Jared and the beach staff of your assistance with women on the beach," Don continued. He chuckled. "You know, we had this idea of a nude resort where sexual encounters were not restricted and believed that some outright sex might happen and would also attract those more interested in being voyeurs for the discrete foreplay we really expected." He chuckled, again, and looked directly at me. "That minimal expectation has been turned completely on its head. There is still the voyeur thing, for sure, but now its not slyly watching foreplay but openly gathering around couples fucking. The biggest gatherings seeming to be around a certain young, long-haired brunette as she works her way through some hard black cocks."

I blushed. I had no idea why. It was why I was at the resort. It was what they wanted and what I wanted. I guess, way down deep, that small-town Illinois girl was still there.

"The videos and forum comments on the website are getting a lot of attention. Reservations are up and there is some early talk of a possible expansion effort to the resort," Jack said enthusiastically.

"And, it's not being noticed just by couples from Fargo, North Dakota," Don added with a twinkle.

I looked up quietly at the mention of Fargo. "What do you know about a couple from Fargo?" I nervously asked.

"Oh, they were quite effusive, Beth. They were also quite descriptive. The tips they were given from a..."

"Okay... young, long-haired brunette?"

They all laughed. "The tips they were given over dinner stimulated them so much they rudely left dinner to fuck well into the night. The next day she implemented those tips and enjoyed being fucked by several of our black guests." I smiled. I had a pretty good fuck that night, too.

Jack pushed back in to bring us back on topic. "The point being, though, that we're being noticed beyond those who might just be interested in being guests." He paused. He had my attention. "We've been contacted by a porn company interested in filming here and will prominently display the resort name at the beginning and contact info in the credits."

"That sounds... interesting," I cautiously responded. "So..."

"So," he said with a twinkle in his eyes, "they were wondering if we could somehow get in touch with that 'young, long-haired brunette' that appears in so many of the posted videos."

* * * *

It had been a month since the last time I had been in clothes and that was to go into the village on the island for a meal and evening away from the resort with Thomas. Personal times with Thomas were frequently squeezing into my routine like his massive cock into my pussy or ass. So it felt quite strange to be sitting in Don's office in regular shorts and blouse and underwear. Underwear. Don had suggested that and I had to search through an unopened, almost forgotten, suitcase to find any.

Jack entered the office to announce that the production crew had arrived. Thomas insisted on being involved in every detail. He was meeting them at the dock and transporting them personally to the resort. He also stated, as opposed to asking, that he would oversee the production of the video. He was acting very protective of me. Others found his actions interesting and curious. I saw it as something much more personal and expressing something I hoped find the courage to pursue myself.

We moved to the conference room to await the arrival of Thomas and the crew. Every time I entered the conference room now, for any reason, I flashed back to that anniversary party. And the side glances I felt from others indicated they had similar reactions. That had been the single most intense experience of my life. I wondered what being gangbanged for a video would be like.

The video crew composed of a director and two camera operators. Thomas had five actors and a coordinator in the lobby getting the rooms taken care of. The meeting was short and sweet.

The director turned to me, "A pleasure to meet you, Beth. This must be a favorite spot for you given how you appear in so many of the posted videos."

I smiled at him and tried hard not to look to Don or Jack. I was supposed to be a frequent guest, not a paid slut. Paid slut was my preferred way of looking at what I was because it felt much better than 'whore'. I shrugged, "What can I say," I replied, "I love sex and have become fixated on black cock. I get both here and it is ease access for me." Don smiled. All of it was true, just not a complete answer of why I was there so much.

The actual shoot would be the next day. He wondered if there was another scenic location besides the resort beach. He wanted the main beach but also another location. I told him about the spot down the shore where I took a lot of my encounters, many more than he needed to know about.

The crew spent the rest of the day enjoying the resort as they had taken over many rooms for the few days they would be here. I noticed them hanging around as I was giving several guests blowjobs and walking them somewhere a bit more private for their privacy.

The next morning, the crew had taken over a portion of the beach with their camera setup and arrangement of lounge-chairs and lighting screens. There was already a crowd of guest and staff assembled in anticipation of the production which had to be announced to each guest as they registered for their stay. The chance to witness the production of a gangbang on the beach seemed to be more appealing than an intrusion of their space.

I approached wearing my customary sheer wrap, Thomas was escorting me. I didn't think it necessary, but I thought it was charming that he was so attentive and protective. It did help me to relax. I was used to being naked and publicly fucking strangers but that was all on my terms and the way this production was being managed and directed made it feel quite different.

The director laid out the scene he wanted for the resort beach. There would be a separate shooting further down the shore for a different scene. He envisioned a 45 minute video. The five actors nodded. I didn't know if that meant 45 minutes of fucking or an hour and a half or... or what. I let it go and focused on having fun with the experience. I looked at Thomas and found a thumbs-up and smile. God, he was supportive. In any other situation than being a paid slut, I might be thinking about a relationship potential.

I shook my head to refocus. The director was talking about dialogue to get the scene started. I guess it wouldn't be believable for five guys to just walk up to a girl on the beach and start fucking her. What the director was suggesting, though, wasn't far from that. But it was porn. Who goes to porn for plausibility?

I was soon on my back on the lounge-chair and the guys were as naked as me. They all had nice cocks: 8 to 10-inches. Not Thomas nice, just nice. One guy was eating my pussy, though I knew I was dripping in anticipation. I had one cock in my mouth and stroking another.

Then, everything stopped. The director didn't like the start, the dialogue, the transition. I was like, fuck it, just fuck me. We started again, the guys talked me into... whatever... frankly, I wasn't paying that much attention as I just reacted to them... and soon we were back to the guy eating me, etc. Quickly, the guy eating me was between my legs and driving his cock into my very ready pussy. I gasped. Not fake, either. I love the feel of initial penetration and this was not any different. As he began plowing into me, I took another cock in my mouth and groped to the side to stroke a cock.

I heard the gasps and murmurs around us but I pretty much blocked out the visual of a crowd watching, concentrating on the cocks and my body reacting. The first guy pulled out and another quickly was thrusting into me. Each guy changed out after five minutes or so and always there was a cock in mouth.

When I orgasmed, the guy fucking me lost it. I was moaning and reacting for real and that apparently was too much for the guy. He climaxed. What I heard was, "Fuck me," came the director's voice, "are you for real? Already?" Then he said to someone, "I thought these guys were pros!"

Everything stopped and they regrouped and we began again with me on my hands and knees. I guess the transition from my back to my knees wasn't important. I had another couple orgasms and the grand conclusion of cum shots would be a compilation since the guys were cumming at various times. At the end, though, my face and breasts were well covered in cum.

We were regrouping further down the shore. I went to the water and Thomas went alongside me. "How's it going?" he asked.

I stopped at the water's edge because he had his shoes on. "To be honest, I'd rather be fucking you." With that I walked deeper into the water and washed off the cum.

The end of that shoot went better. I was double penetrated and air-tight for a while with that cock firmly in my throat which brought reactions from the guy and that made the director very happy. Afterwards, the actors high-five the end of the shoot and congratulated each other. It all seemed weird. All they did was aggressively and roughly fuck a willing woman and get paid for it. There was no joy or fun involved.

As the crew assembled their equipment and the actors slipped on shorts, many of the crowd that had been watching began to disperse. A number who didn't were resort staff including Jack, Don, and, of course, Thomas. Jack and Don were very happy and effusive. It was business for them. The resort would be prominent in the video and would certainly result in curious internet searches.

The director came up to me and gave me his card. "If you ever want to do this, again," he said, "you were frankly better than I anticipated." I was naked and cum smeared. What to do with a business card? I smacked it onto a spot on my breast with cum. It stuck there. The director had already turned away and hadn't noticed.

"Fuck you," I softly muttered aloud to myself. "Better than anticipated? Your 'pros' sucked." Thomas laughed and his arm went around my shoulder and led me to the water's edge. I hadn't realized he was so close.

"I didn't anticipate that," he said.

"What?"

"Being disappointed by the experience of being fucked by porn actors," he responded. I chuckled.

I started walking to the water when Thomas's arms held me still. "Beth," he softly said, "how are you?"

I turned to him and he opened his arms. I felt myself sink into his secure embrace. My breasts were cum-spattered, but he didn't seem to care. He had always been there for me. From the beginning it was Thomas.

I turned my face up to kiss him, but I stopped to wipe my mouth. "Thank you, Thomas. I'm fine, though. Disappointed, I guess. Porn videos make it seem so exciting and powerful. This..." I shook my head, "... this just made me feel used. Maybe that's what a gangbang is to them but it is not what I've experienced here like when I took on those football players or other groups of guys. Those were intense but we were all relaxed and having fun, too. This was... why am I surprised. This was a business fucking to get a lot of images to compile into a 45 minute video or two."

"Can I do anything?" he asked as he kissed the top of my head.

"Have dinner with me? Spend the night? Right now I don't need or want more than you, Thomas," I said gazing up at him. And, because he has always been there for me, there was really never any question or doubt. There was time for me to cleanup and rest before starting over with fun and someone who cared.