Resort Slut Ch 10

CHAPTER 10: REVELATION

The porn shoot was what it was. I made, for me, a good chunk of money that went straight to my account for the future. I had been well fucked which was just part of my life, but I had learned something in the process. Being fucked can feel different.

That night after the video shoot, Thomas met me for dinner in the dining room after his shift as Security Manager. We saw the video crew and actors in the dining room and they saw me. I was dressed as normal which was essentially not dressed. They were dressed. Completely.

We had a nice dinner and the staff was over the top in providing attention to us. After, rather than going to the club where we might not have a moment of peace to ourselves, we left for a walk along the shore in the star-lit night. When we were far enough from the main beach and the resort buildings to be in real darkness, he stopped and turned me to the ocean. He stood behind me, one arm wrapped around me under my breasts and the other hand gently raised my chin.

"Look," he softly said. "Beautiful and amazing, isn't it?"

It was an awesome sight. Maybe I had never wandered far enough from the defused light of the resort, or maybe I had never looked up to see. The millions of stars and the expanse of it all was stunning.

"That's you, Beth. I've seen it. You might be too close and involved. Everyone who encounters you, guests and staff, gravitate to you. You care and you give and you receive in return. You are amazing, Beth."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't. I turned and reached up to wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed. He released the tie at my hip as I pulled his shirt from his shorts and pushed it up his muscled body. We parted only barely enough to get the shirt over his head and I immediately pressed my bare body back into his now bare upper body. I loved the feel of my breasts flattening against his hard body. We kissed but my hands were working his shorts open. Then, I dropped to my knees in front of him as I pulled his shorts to his feet. He pried off his shoes and placed a hand gently on my head as I removed the shorts from each foot.

I kissed and licked and sucked on his cock. I took it into my mouth and savored it growing there as I massaged his balls. I pressed my mouth down hard so his hardening cock would slip into my throat. I pulled back and gasped a breath as I had allowed the feel of his hardening cock in my throat just a bit too long.

He laughed softly and pulled me up to again kiss me. "What am I going to do with you?" he smiled down at me.

"Fuck me, silly." I smiled back at him. "Oh, Thomas, I want to feel you inside me. I need you so much to fill my pussy."

"After all the fucking you experienced today?"

"Yes. I want you, Thomas. I want to feel what I feel when I am with you." It came out as almost a whisper as I gazed up at him.

"I ... I" he stammered, but then he acted.

He grabbed me under the arms and hoisted me up as if he was intending to press me up above his head. I quickly wrapped my arms and legs around him and mashed my mouth against his. He hefted me up slightly more with one hand and I felt being probed near my pussy. I pulled up with my arms to assist and released some tension when I felt his cock at my hole. I slowly sank down over his wonderful cock.

"OH ... FUCK ... YES!" I exclaimed. "That's what I wanted, you wonderful man."

He chuckled softly and raised me up to drop back down. It took us a few awkward moments to get our rhythm but then I was rising and falling on his cock, my clit smashing against his pubic bone at the bottom. OH, God. I was full, so full as I hit bottom and his cock hit at the top of my pussy. I moaned and he grunted.

I was nearing an orgasm but I had learned long ago with him to just let it happen. He could fuck me like no other and he fucked me right through the orgasm and continued to bounce me on his cock. He dropped to his knees in the wet sand at the edge of the tide and the impact drove his cock as deep as it could possibly be. I shuddered and gasped at the impact, but I found myself on my back and him plowing into me relentlessly. I moaned and gasped and sighed, drowning out the sounds coming from him and the soft lapping of the water on the shore next to us. Then, he rolled us and I was riding him. I began bouncing on his cock, my breasts bouncing and swaying on my chest until he reached up to grab both. That was when we came, my orgasm exploding as his climax sent spurts of cum into my hungry pussy.

We had walked out into the ocean to wash the sand from our bodies before we gathered our clothes, mostly his, and carried them back to the resort. We slipped into my room unnoticed and fucked, again. After, I was settled on top of him, his cock still buried in my pussy. I allowed myself to slip into deep relaxation, resting securely on his body, his arms around me, and his chest gently rising and falling beneath me.

I apparently dozed as my eyes opened only moments later. Thomas was quiet. Even his body was quiet, his breathing slow and easy. His cock was still inside me and I squeezed to feel it better and smiled at the feeling but not only the physical feeling of his cock inside me but the entire feeling of him. Even in seeming sleep his arms held me secure.

I sighed and partially turned my face to kiss his chest. What I was feeling increased and intensified and I questioned why I continued to deny it, to reject the very idea of it. Believing he was asleep, I softly expressed it, "I love you, Thomas."

I instantly felt his body underneath me tense slightly, his breathing catch, and his arms tighten around me. "I love you, too, Beth."

"Oh, my God, you're awake," I gasped.

"You didn't mean it?"

I raised my head to look at him, "Of course I meant it but ..." I stalled. "But ... but you know what I am. I know what I am. Everyone knows what I am."

"What are you?" he asked with a smile but he was also serious.

"I'm a slut. You know that. Everyone knows that. A slut who can't control her needs. A slut who has to have sex as the only way to be sane." I glared at him but his face didn't change. "I said it, satisfied?"

He kissed my forehead. It was what he could reach. "No, not yet. I want to ask you something." I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "When was the last time you can recall being desperate for an orgasm?"

I laughed. "I fuck or have sex like four, five, six times a day so I won't feel that way."

He didn't let it go. "When was the last time you had to masturbate in the morning before you did anything else?

"What are you doing? You know me."

"I think I do, Beth. Do you know it has been almost a year and a half since you came to the island?" I stared at him. What did ... ohhh ... seriously? "Think, Beth. I know what you were like back when. You couldn't go four or five hours. Remember? Remember what it was like going back to Florida? So, when was the last time?"

I squirmed on him. It was only at that moment that it occurred to me that it was his hard cock in me that was causing me to do it. It felt good, yes, but ...

"You think ..." I started but stopped too afraid to verbalize it.

"I want you to allow me to do an experiment. I have tomorrow off ... or today off depending on the time." I laughed. "Spend the day with me. We'll play tourists doing tourist stuff. All day. No sex."

"You think ... you think the drug has worn off?" He nodded. "But I still want to have all this sex," I said as an argument against his thinking.

"I think," he said, "that your body is now conditioned to fucking and sex. I think the drug effect is gone or nearly so. I did not say," he paused and looked at me with a growing smile, "that you went a slut."

I thought about that. After a year and a half of fucking and sex that many times a day seven days a week, didn't it make sense that I would be conditioned to still want it? But wanting it and desperate for it were very different things.

I reached up to kiss him, his hard cock inside me inching back. "Thomas, you're saying you'd have a relationship with a slut?"

He shook his head. "No, not just any slut."

I kissed him and sat up so his cock fully penetrated me and I became rising and lowering on it. "This, kind sir, is me wanting to fuck the man I want and can't believe wants me." I leaned down and kissed him. "I love you, Thomas Ortiz."

We changed positions endlessly. It had the effect of cooling our arousal at strategic moments and allowed us to enjoy each other for what seemed like forever. Maybe he was right. Rather than striving for an orgasm, I was working with him for a long and varying love session. Not fucking. Loving.

The next day I was, as the saying goes, as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I was constantly waiting for that desperate need to hit me. Thomas was great about diverting me with shopping and eating and exploring shops and galleries, and walking the edges of beaches I had never enjoyed before. I wanted to go back and fuck him. No question. But ... it was different. I wanted to fuck him but I began to see it as a love of fucking and not a desperation need to fuck.

That night we fucked like crazy, but he was right. It wasn't the desperation that drove me. It was joy and pleasure and something else ... a deep desire to just be with him as close and intimately as possible. It was still obvious that I love to fuck and be fucked. So, okay, I was conditioned to be a slut, but I finally accepted that I wasn't like I had been when I came to the island.

It was still another month before we brought our revelation to Don and Jack. It had honestly taken those several weeks for Thomas and I to resolve what we were feeling about ourselves together. It took me longest, I think, to accept that Thomas could want to be with a woman who wanted a lot of sex. He argued that even porn stars have gotten married and a family. I had studied him constantly to find the chink in his attitude that would show a weakness in his argument. But, instead, I found a man who was more comfortable and at ease when we were together. When I spotted him at the resort, even while fucking a guy or two on the beach, he would simply smile his recognition of me and that gave me encouragement for fulfilling my desires.

We met outside Don's office for a scheduled meeting with him, Jack, and Margaret. It was early afternoon. Thomas was dressed in his resort Security outfit and I, of course, was dressed simply with a sheer wrap at my hips and sandals. My hair was wind-blown and any smell of sex from my fucking several guys so far that day was covered by the smell of sunscreen. The sheen on my inner thighs, though, would indicate more but the wrap would cover that. It wasn't that I was embarrassed of any telling signs of my sexual activity, it was my role, but this meeting was intended to be different from any other.

They had brought additional chairs into Don's office. Thomas and I took the two chairs in front of the desk while the others were arranged behind and alongside the desk. They all had cautious expressions on their faces.

Don started, "What's up, guys?" He watched us both closely, his eyes moving from one to the other of us. It was by now common to see the two of us together and it was assumed we had developed some form of connection. "Do we have a problem?" he asked further and shifting his gaze at Thomas.

Thomas shook his head but we had agreed I would take the lead. "No, not a problem." I glanced at Thomas and received an encouraging nod. "Thanks for meeting with us ... with me really. Thomas," I reached over to grasp his hand, "is here to support me."

"What is it, Beth?" he asked. "You're not leaving, are you? I mean, by all indication you are still very active with the guests and staff."

I smiled, "No, not leaving. But," I said with emphasis, "I have changed. It was a month ago that Thomas suggested to me that I may no longer be driven to have sex because of the drug's effect. We waited that month to be convinced and now we are."

"But ..." he replied cautiously and I knew it was not intended to offend me, "no offense, but you are still fucking like crazy."

I glanced at the other two. They were all intent on my words and even glancing at Thomas for his reaction. I chuckled, "Yes, I am. As Thomas eloquently said, I may not be driven by the drug any longer, but I am still a slut." They all looked at him in surprise and he merely shrugged. "Thomas was the one who saw the change in me. He was also the one to understand that my fucking four, five, and six guys and gals a day had also conditioned me to wanting sex ... a lot of sex. But, that's the difference, right? Wanting versus compulsively needing. He has tested his theory by having me go an entire day without sex." I giggled, "Yes, I fucked his brains out that night, but I didn't go crazy in the meantime."

Jack and Margaret lauhged but were waiting for Don. "So," he uttered, "what does this mean if you aren't leaving?"

"You have been exceedingly kind and understanding. When I was desperate, you gave me a lifeline. Sure, it apparently also benefited the resort, but I think you saved me. I would probably be a prostitute now if not for you. And, once trapped in that life, I might never have gotten out. No, I am not ready to leave but Thomas and I want to explore the relationship we believe has developed between us. But, I know and he knows that I am still a slut and a slut needs to be fed to appease her appetite." They were quiet and waiting. "I propose that my employment with you be terminated with my heartfelt thank you. Even that funky room could be used for a guest. Thomas wants me to move in with him and explore a life beyond the resort and I am excited by the prospect. It is the only way we can explore a real relationship."

The three of them were a bit stunned. It was Don, again, "So ... your not leaving is that you are staying in the area but not ..."

I held up my hand to stop him. "I'm not finished," I said with a big smile. "My proposal is that when Thomas comes to the resort for his shift, I will, too. I will spend my days like before but off the books."

Jack blurted out, "You mean you'll still be the Resort Slut?" I nodded. He looked at Thomas who had a big smile.

"If it has any benefit for you, that is," Thomas said with a laugh. "It would also be a favor to us."

Margaret finally spoke up, "A favor for you?"

"Who knows what kind of trouble this slut might get into if trapped in a small apartment," Thomas laughed.

"You know what this means, girl?" Margaret asked. "Wearing clothes every day?"

Although I occasionally had to be clothed when I spent time and some evenings with Thomas at his apartment on the next island, the thought of wearing clothes EVERY day hadn't really occurred to me. Oh my, I mused to myself, the sacrifices one makes for love.

My stuff was moved to Thomas's apartment but most of it remained in storage at the resort. Although I would be needing more clothes, that need was still very different from most of the clothes I had before all this happened. Playfully, Thomas immediately set some expectations: he was accustomed to seeing me naked so I would be naked every minute it was possible in his apartment; underwear was never to be worn regardless of where we were or who we were with; he wanted my body exposed as much as reasonable for the location; he had friends who liked to hang out at his place and that would not change my need to be naked; and, as a slut, taking care of his friends too would be a natural part of life. The difference was that he was playful in stating all that. He also asked me what I thought. I had kissed him hard in answer and immediately stripped. I was accustomed to being seen naked whether on the beach or in the offices. I fucked as a routine. Did I have a problem with his playful expectations? Not in the least.

I did some shopping for dresses to wear back and forth to the resort. I wanted something simple, easy to get on and off, easy to clean, and, hopefully, something that hinted at being a dress more than really being one. I found exactly what I wanted and the look on Thomas's face told me it was perfect. After visiting several dress shops that seemed to cater to tourists wanting something splashy for touring, shopping, or dinner, I pulled Thomas to a stop at a small beach shop. It was so small we almost walked past it.

I saw it immediately. It was really a beach cover-up, like a long shirt made of chiffon with a deep v-neck. I held it up to the window and smiled. It was a light weave of thin material and was definitely intended as just a cover-up over a bathing suit. It came in collars and patterns but the white, I was sure, was perfect. I took it to the small dressing room, pushed off my shorts and pulled off my top. I stepped out and walked toward Thomas who was looking at bikinis. He turned and the smile on his face said it. My breasts jiggled and swayed under the loose material. I stood in front of a mirror with Thomas coming up behind me. My nipples weren't clearly visible but they were shown. The bottom hem stopped just a foot below my ass cheeks. I would have to be careful sitting down and bending over and pay attention to windy days. It was perfect for me, a dedicated nudist.

The bikini he was looking at was a bright yellow Wicked Weasel. He had me try it on, too. I drew some attention when I stepped out. The top barely covered the nipples and the bottom only covered my pussy if I spread the material to the sides and didn't move. By the time I had walked to Thomas, the bottom was already slipping between my pussy lips and the top did nothing to restrain my breasts. He said it was perfect. I laughed. I wondered when I would need to have a bikini. Did he intend to spend time at the local beach instead of the resort?

The first days of taking the island ferry to the resort passed with us talking about Thomas and me. The early ferry was largely resort staff and deliveries so everyone on board knew both of us and he knew most all of them in his role as head of security. If they didn't know me, and some knew me VERY well, they knew of me. The idea of a resort slut had spread to the most isolated jobs at the resort in no time.

Half way to the resort, the water got rough which wasn't really usual. I glanced to the inside of the ferry from watching the water to find a number of people watching me. I looked down to find my legs parted for stability and the hem at my hips. I leaned against Thomas and indicated down with my eyes. He looked as I said, "Do you mind?"

He laughed and softly responded, "You've become a nudist and exhibitionist as you became a slut, Beth. It's what you are now. I know that and I love it. My girlfriend is the sexist woman on either island." He kissed me and people smiled as I turned more to him and spread my legs further. I wondered if anyone could tell I was already lubricating in anticipation of another day, now as the unpaid slut of the resort. I silently giggled at the thought. Did that mean I was no longer a whore?

We were no sooner off the dock when I stopped which caused Thomas to stop and others to flow around us. I pulled the cover-up over my head and pulled a wrap from my beach bag and put the cover-up into it. Now, dressed as I felt comfortable, I reached up to kiss Thomas passionately. Our lips just touching, he cupped a breast as people milled around us.

"Have a good day, my slut," he softly said but not too softly.

I giggled, "You, too. See you for lunch?" He nodded as he pulled a nipple as his radio squawked. Thomas was being called to some issue.

I walked through the resort, nearly naked, large sun hat, and big sunglasses. I waved to Jared and the beach crew as I considered where to setup my spot. The beach was largely empty so I left my bag at the beach shack and 'borrowed' an electric cart for a tour of the trails. I ended up at the spot on the bluff overlooking the ocean where Thomas had introduced me to fucking in nature so long ago. The memories crashed over me, all the experiences, all the men (and women), but, mostly, my thoughts seemed filled with Thomas. I was so lucky. I refused to imagine what might have been, otherwise.