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Sierra's Identity Change

By: raginrhinoman



Pamela dropped her towel. A few droplets of water lingered on the back of her neck. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror and smiled at how cute her butt still looked. Normally she never would have dropped her towel before heading into her walk-in closet to change, but she knew no one was home and the blinds were closed. 

Twisting around, she ran her hands over her flat stomach and admired her large breasts. At 34 she still looked great. Her natural 36D boobs showed little if any signs of sagging. Her dollar-sized aureoles were brownish pink with raised bumps dotting all around them. In the middle, her erect nipples stood out proudly. 

"Yes," Pamela thought. "I've still got it." She turned and pattered into the closet to find something to wear. 

She slid each hanger from left to right as she considered each top. None of them were in any way revealing, but she considered each event she went to with care. Despite six years of hiding from her past and three of those in marriage, she knew she couldn't be too careful. 

Pamela looked at the brown top she held out in front of herself. It matched her eyes. "Well, at least my new eyes," she muttered to herself. She carried the top and a casual, long skirt out to the mirror. Looking at herself she thought about how different things were now. 

It wasn't just her appearance. Sure her contacts changed her eye color from blue to brown. A fact even her husband didn't know about. Her long blond hair was a fading memory. The face looking back at her in the mirror was outlined with a short, brown bob that curled in half way down her neck. She thought it looked classy. Her lips were naturally full and pouty. There wasn't much she could do about that. At 5'-8" she could hide her boobs with clothes that weren't form fitting and she wore padded bras so her long nipples wouldn't poke out. 

Pamela wasn't officially part of the FBI Witness Protection Program, but she felt like her self-initiated identity change was more problematic. Mrs. Pamela Jennings was married to Pastor John Jennings. They lived in a tastefully decorated 3 bedroom, 2 baths traditional house in Boone, North Carolina. It was a far cry from the life she had led from age 18 to 28 in LA.

Pamela sighed as she thought about her high school years and her decision to run away after graduation. Her story was the same as a lot of girls. She developed physically at a young age. Somehow she had stayed a virgin until she was 15. With big tits, on a slender waist and small butt, her looks had created a lot of attention in high school and she slowly moved from being the cock-tease cheerleader, to one that experimented with sex on a regular basis. Her dad had divorced her mom her Junior-year and her home-life plummeted downhill from there. 

She finished dressing and looked at herself in the mirror one last time. The young 18 year old girl who arrived on a bus in LA to pursue an acting career in Hollywood was gone. After numerous failed auditions and working as a waitress for eight months, her big break came from an agent who she waited on. A chill lingered on the back of her neck as she thought about her first audition at the porn studio. 

"So, Wesley sent you over here, huh?" The man with the beer belly and several day's worth of beard growth said, from behind his dark, wood desk. 

"Yes," she nodded. "He said you might have a part for me."

The man looked her up and down. "You remind me of a young Savannah from back in the early 90's. Or maybe that newer gal from Playboy, Christa Nicole. What's your name?"

"Sierra," she said quickly, "Sierra Thompson."

"Hmmm... the first name's good, but your last name has to go. Are those your real tits?"

Sierra was taken aback at his directness. Not that she was expecting a normal Hollywood audition. She looked him directly in the eyes, "yes."

"Turn around for me." 

Sierra turned around. She had purposely worn a tight shirt and shorts to emphasis her figure. 

"Nice. And you are eighteen, correct?"

"Yes," she replied, "I'll be nineteen in a few months."

"I'll get right to the point," he said. "You sign these papers and get one shot. The papers say that I have the right to release a short video on the internet. If it gets a lot of hits, then we'll sign you to a real contract for real money."

Sierra lifted her head proudly. "When do we start?"

He pushed the papers across his desk towards her and held out a pen. "As soon as you sign."

While she grabbed the pen with the confidence of an eighteen year old, that had run away and was living her own life. She also knew that with the stroke of that pen her life would change forever. She looked up to see him smile deviously as she handed him the pen.

"All right then. Go through the door to your right and I'll be with you in a minute."

As Sierra looked closed the door behind her she looked around the room. The room was decorated like a bedroom, with a queen size mattress in the middle, faux windows and curtains, and a lamp stand. Off to the side was a movie camera on a tripod. 

The gruff director barged in a few moments later. Right behind him was a muscular guy about six foot four. "This is Paul," he said. "You're going to be doing about a fifteen minute scene with him." 

"Are there any lines?" she asked.

He laughed. "No, honey, no lines. You and Paul will meet up in front of the bed and start making out, and then it's like dancing. Just follow his lead."

Sierra looked over at Paul. He was a fairly attractive guy, so at least it wouldn't be hard to make out. The director got behind his camera and made sure everything was operational, and then he looked up. "All right, I'll just be rolling. No pressure. There's only one take, so make it count."

She felt a wave of determination wash over her. There was no way she wasn't going to give it everything she had. 

"And... Action!"

Sierra moved forward to meet Paul, realizing there was no turning back now. Paul grinned at her as he moved his head down to nuzzle her neck and whisper into her ear. "I love fucking newbie's. Just relax and go with it. Ignore the camera and pretend it's just you and me."

Sierra closed her eyes and parted her moist, pink lips. She imagined herself on a deserted island, in the grasp of a sailor who was going to ravish her young, nubile body. His mouth found hers at the same time she felt his large hands grasp her swelling breast. She gasped and thrust her chest outwards and into his firm clutches. 

She felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten. Her hand involuntarily slid down from his solid chest to the front of his pants. It was met by a large mound pressing against the thin fabric. Paul's hands slid down and grasped the bottom of her shirt. He moved his lips away and raised the material up and over her head. Sierra's large breasts heaved inside the lacy, black bra. Her lips remained parted, longing for Paul to come back to her. He slid his body up against her. His rigid cock, confined by his shorts, pressed into her stomach. Reaching around, he grasped her firm buttocks and locked his mouth around hers. His tongue thrust through her open lips. 

"Hmmmmm," Sierra heard a groan. She knew it was hers, yet her fantasy made it seem like she was floating above the scene. 

Paul pulled her shorts down, exposing her matching black panties. Sierra grasped both of his muscular arms and rose up on her tippy toes. "Fuck me!" She cried.

He responded my unhooking her bra and released her 36D tits. Sierra's eyes were still closed, but she felt him pushing on her shoulders and she dropped to her knees. "Take my cock out and suck it."

Sierra opened her eyes and reached up to pull his shorts down. Paul's cock sprang to attention as the material gave way and set it free. "Oh my!" she gasped. From her high school experiences, most boys seemed to be five to six inches in length, although they always claimed more. Paul's looked to be at least eight or nine inches and very thick. "It's huge." 

Sierra didn't close her eyes. She was mesmerized by his beautiful cock. Licking her lips, she parted them and wrapped them around the bulbous head. She wrapped one hand around the base and reached up with the other to caress his low hanging balls. The next groan came from him.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock several times, then opened her mouth wider and slowly inserted more of his big cock into her mouth. With very little pressure, she moved her head back and forth, which caused his dick to engorge with more blood. He let her tease him for a few moments and then grasped the back of her head and thrust his cock into the back of her throat. Sierra's eyes widened at the invasion of his cock as she fought back gagging. Grasping his ball sac firmly she pulled down. This resulted in the desired effect of his cock popping out of her mouth and standing straight up. Keeping her grasp, she licked his cock from the base up to the tip. 

"Get up on the bed and spread your legs," Paul ordered.

Sierra did as she was told and her partner moved between her legs. She didn't know what came over her, but Sierra heard herself encouraging him. "I can't wait to feel that big cock inside me... But please don't hurt me. I've never had one that size before."

Paul grabbed his thick cock and ran it up and down Sierra's slick pussy lips. He pushed the head in and stopped. Then retreated and pushed it in again. He repeated the process, teasing her. Finally Sierra couldn't take it anymore and she reached around, grabbed his firm but and pulled him into her. "Jeez, you're so tight!" Paul exclaimed. 

Sierra's head was tilted back. Her mouth open in ecstasy and her eyes shut tight in pain. "Wait... stop... okay, let me adjust for a second," she pleaded. 

Paul felt her tight pussy clenching around his cock as he tried to pull back. Her body responded as he pushed back into her, coating his dick in her juices. As his cock disappeared as deep as he could penetrate, he reached down and grabbed her big, firm tits. Sierra relaxed. Her bodied had accepted the largest dick she had ever seen and she returned to her island dream and the sailor ravishing her young body. Within minutes of his thrusting, she was crying out in her first orgasm. As her pussy vibrated around Paul's cock, he slowed down and willed himself not to cum. He barely held on and pulled out and replaced his cock with three fingers as Sierra thrust up against them. 

She felt herself being flipped around. Paul grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up in the air. His thick penis pierced her yawning cunt until he had buried himself into her depths. 

"Up on your hands," he said. 

Sierra complied, not even caring about the director and his camera moving around for a better view of her tits swaying back and forth. His hands gripped her tightly, pulling her towards him as he thrust into her. She shuddered with another orgasm.

"Fuck me harder," she cried out. She had never felt anything like this. So deep. So much pleasure. 

Paul thrust harder into the vixen slamming her tiny butt back into him. Her pussy had a vice-like grip on his cock, unlike so many of the loose pussies he had fucked over his career. He couldn't hold back any longer as an orgasm ripped through him. Pulling out just in time, the money shot spurted out of his cock across Sierra's back and into her long blond hair. He spurted again and again without touching himself. Then he reached down, gripped his still hard cock and pushed it back into her pussy. 

Sierra moaned, then looked up and noticed the camera for the first time. She pouted and asked in a sweet, innocent voice, "When can we do it again?"

"Cut!" The director yelled, even though it was just the three of them.

Sierra noticed the obvious bulge in the front of his pants and felt sorry for him. She reached over and unzipped them. The director didn't stop her as she reached in and pulled his thick cock out. She looked up at him. "Is it okay if I suck it?"

Pamela came out of her daydream. The blowjob wasn't necessary. Internet hits went off the charts. It wasn't until a few years later that she learned how her new name had come about. When Paul was asked by the director what he thought about her, he had replied. "She's the gold standard for porn stars." Her new porn name would be Sierra Gold.

She heard the front door open. A moment later her husband entered the bedroom. She thought he looked distinguished in his coat and tie.

"Hey Pam, I thought I'd surprise you and show up to go to the event together." He gave her a peck on the cheek and went to check himself in the mirror.

As he adjusted his tie, Pamela thought about their life over the past three years. The porn industry had worn her down over a decade in the business and she wanted out. Her popularity was such that men and some women recognized her wherever she went. After careful thought in her final year in the business, she had worked out all the details to disappear. She made the radical change in her appearance; at least hair, eyes and coloring. Then she had changed all of her ID's and officially changed her name to Pamela Barker. Of course when she was married, it had changed again to Pamela Jennings. After that she had moved from LA to North Carolina. Charlotte was still too big a city, so she moved west past Asheville to Boone. It was there she had met John. 

She worked as a receptionist for an insurance company and a fellow employee had asked her to go to church one Sunday. Pamela thought John was cute, in a quirky sort of way. He was six foot one, slim, with wavy blond hair, and a professor sort of personality. He was unlike anyone she had ever met in LA. Honest, sincere and caring. She enjoyed his sermons even though she wasn't sure very often what he was talking about. It was that first Sunday that she spotted him not wearing a wedding band. 

"Hello? Pam?" she heard John ask. "Are you okay?" He touched her arm.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just daydreaming," She admitted. 

He looked at his watch, "Let's go. We don't want to be late to the new member lunch."

Pamela put her arm through his. 'What better cover than to be married to a pastor,' she thought. 'And even better, to a man that I love, who really cares about me.' 

As they got into their car, Pamela continued thinking about the new life she was living. Yes, there were a few hidden things in the relationship. She had over half a million dollars saved up in a bank in Miami, under Sierra Gold. And it continued to get royalty checks deposited in it from the website a good friend of hers ran for her. The "friend" was bugging her about new content to put up, telling her that without it the site would eventually lose followers. She could deal with that. She didn't need the money anyway. Her biggest fear was someone discovering who she was and how it would affect her relationship with John. For the first time in her life she had someone who loved her for who she was, not just because of her looks and body.

As they pulled into the parking lot she put those thoughts out of her mind. She had a new life now. Little did she realize that as she walked into the new member lunch, there was a new member that was one of her biggest fans. He had all her movies, subscribed to her website and was constantly perusing the internet to find out what had happened to the girl he masturbated to all the time. 

*****

Part 2 coming soon

I hope you enjoy. This story is broken up into several parts. Feel free to provide suggestions on which direction it goes. Raginrhinoman aka Rhinotoons and Rhinoman on various story sites.

Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 02



Pamela shook her short bob as she walked arm-in-arm with her husband, John, into the church reception building. She thought she looked a lot like the Playboy model, Hailee Rain, now. She didn't wear revealing clothes or much make up, because she didn't want to attract attention, but there was only so much she could do about her natural beauty.

The reception area was set up with fruit, pastries and coffee for a morning brunch. Pamela sat down on the front row. There were 15-20 chairs set up and a dozen or so people already seated. Her husband stood facing everyone, a bright smile on his face. 

"I want to thank all of you for coming today. We like to schedule these brunches, once a month, so that new members can meet one another and ask any questions of me. But before I do that, I want to introduce my beautiful bride of three years now, Pamela Jennings. 

Pam turned around in her chair and smiled at the group.

"I met Pam three years ago when she was sitting in the same chairs you are in now. We had a short courtship of three months and then she made me the happiest man in the world." He grinned at the scattered applause from the women in the room and noticed one older wife elbow her husband in the side until he joined in.

After fifteen minutes of questions, they adjourned for something to eat. John and Pamela greeted each guest while moving about the room. "It's a pleasure to meet you," a man in khaki slacks and button down shirt said. "My name's Paul." He extended his hand. 

Pamela had a brief flashback to her 'casting couch' experience as she took his hand. "Pamela. Nice to meet you."

"What brought you to Boone?"

"Oh, I've always wanted to live out in the country, near the mountains," she replied.

He stared intently at her face until she glanced away self-consciously. "Well, nice to meet you, Paul. I'm sure we'll see each other around the church."

"My pleasure," he smiled and turned to greet another member.

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Pamela snuggled up next to her husband on the couch. They frequently watched television together in the evening to unwind from the day. After the honeymoon, she had been surprised at the demands of a pastor. She figured since the congregation members tithed they expected lots of service and not just on Sunday mornings. People wanted free counseling on marriage, life issues and raising children. Then there were the constant squabbles and gossip then never ceased to amaze her. She admired her husband for how people looked up to him and knew there was constant pressure to perform and appear perfect to everyone. People even looked at her with a critical eye. She knew there were women, married and single,eyeing her with suspicion, after she moved into town and married their pastor within six months. She had been extra careful to act very conservative in both her speech and dress. Her eyes glazed over as she recalled how quickly her porn carrier has started. Following the internet sensation of the first, amateurish video, she had done signed a contract for three videos. They were all titled, "Sierra's First..." They included, her first anal scene, her first interracial scene, and her first double penetration. All of them went gold, for sales and she was off and running. While she reminisced about her early scenes her hand absentmindedly drifted down to her husband's groin and she began rubbing him through his pants. 

John looked down at his beautiful wife. She was in a trance. Her large breasts pressed into his side and he tried to stay still as her hand rubbed up and down his stiffening penis. 'I can't believe how lucky I am, ' he thought. He allowed his hand to move from her hip down to her butt. 

Pamela stirred when she felt his hand squeezing her ass and she pushed back against it. She knew John was a virgin when they met. Part of his faith was saving himself for marriage. She found it remarkable that he could wait until 32, while she had been less than half that when she popped her cherry. 

"Hmmm, honey, that feels good," Pamela moaned.

"It sure does," John replied.

She unbuttoned the top button on his pants and pulled his zipper down. John's face flushed. His hand stopped moving on her butt.

"Don't stop, John, I like you touching my butt." She giggled to herself. In the porn industry she would have always said, ass, but things had changed dramatically. Her husband's cock was begging for release from his whitey tighties. She heard him gasp as she lifted the band and reached in to pull it out. 

"Pam, what's come over you?"

"I don't know, John, I guess I just wanted to show you how much I love you."

She lowered her mouth over the head of his penis swirled her tongue around it. She knew this was the first time he'd ever had oral sex and wanted it to be the best for him. For three years she had taken a passive role in the bedroom, despite having all the experience. And her expectations were met when the only position they ever had sex in was the missionary position.

"Oh my gosh," the words came out with a struggle. "It feels so good."

Pamela took his entire penis into her mouth. She held it there for a few seconds and then sucked as she pulled her head back. She had taken dicks almost twice as large as her husband's, so it wasn't going to be a challenge to deep throat him. She reached under his penis and played with his balls while she sucked. John was lost in these new feelings. His eyes closed and he thrust his hips up he was having sex with her mouth. Never had he felt anything like this. He had never truly considered it sinful to have sex any other way than the man on top or in this case with a penis and vagina only, but never thought he would actually experience it. Reaching down he ran his hands through his wife's hair as she continued devouring his member.

Pamela smiled as John's hand's touched her head so tenderly. On camera her male counterparts would grip her head firmly and jam their big cock's down her throat, trying to choke her. As she continued to love on John's cock, it occurred to her that this was the first time she had given head out of love rather than performance.

John's eyes opened. "Uhh, honey, you better slow down. I'm going to have an orgasm any second now."

Her husband's words just encouraged her to suck harder. She tickled him between his balls and anus and felt him tighten up. Her mouth gripped his cock tight as the sensation of cum running through it was sensed by her tongue. "Ahhhhhh!" John cried, releasing a week's worth of cum into his wife's mouth.

Pamela sucked him deep and swallowed his semen as it shot out of his cock and down her throat. When he stopped quivering, she let his cock go with a 'pop.' Before he could say anything, she slid up his body, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear, "I love you."

John was speechless as she rested her head on his chest. The imaginary angel on his right shoulder said, "You sure are a lucky man." The devil on the left asked, "And where do you think she learned how to do that?"

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Paul Gruber pecked away on his keyboard. Some would call him a nerd, others might label him a loser and in some sense they would both be right. It always depended upon your definition. Sure he was single and had only had a few real sexual encounters in his 34 years, unless you counted masturbating... then he had lots of experience. Paul took a drink from his glass. The ice cold water he poured hours ago tasted bland and lukewarm. His job at AAA Computer Repair, provided him access to the latest in both hardware and software technology. He looked across the four computer screens lined up around his L-shaped desk, like he was preparing to take the Starship Enterprise out for its maiden voyage. The first screen had several pictures of his favorite porn star, Sierra Gold, on it. The second had a picture of Pamela Jenson, from the church's on-line directory. "If it's not her then it's got to be her sister," he thought. The facial structure was the same, but not her hair or eye color. Of course, he knew that hair and eye color were the easiest changes to make in one's appearance. That, and facial hair on men, but that wasn't an issue here. On the other two screens he was running a facial recognition software program and a background check on both names to see what he could pull up on the internet. The facial recognition software ran comparisons from every major social internet site and compared Sierra and Pamela by whatever was brought up. "Hmmm, there are hundreds of Pamela Jenson's in the United States, but very few Sierra Gold's," he muttered. "It will take about four hours, but if I discard the ones that are obviously not her then, it should hone in on those that closely resembled one another." He clacked away on the keys to see what he could dig up on the background of each woman. As a self proclaimed cyber stalker of Sierra Gold, he already had her background since high school on file. The issue would be digging up stuff on Pamela Jensen.

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The last note held for ten seconds as the choir finished their anthem. Pastor John strode with confident steps across the stage to the podium. Despite the bright lights shining down on him, he could see his beautiful wife sitting on the first row. It brought a smile to his face. "Open your Bibles to Hosea, chapter one!" his voice boomed. "For the next few weeks we are going to be studying a unique chapter in the Old Testament. In fact, you may find it hard to believe."

He listened to hundreds of pages carefully being perused to locate the small Old Testament book. After a few moment of silence, he continued. "When the Lord began to speak through Hosea, the Lord said to him, 'Go, marry a promiscuous woman and have children with her, for like an adulterous wife this land is guilty of unfaithfulness to the Lord.'"

He thought he heard, Mrs. Thompson, an elderly widow in the church gasp. He looked up to see his wife shift uncomfortably in her seat. She returned his glance with an awkward smile. John continued, "I don't know how many of us would be thrilled to be given an assignment like this, but Hosea was commanded to marry a woman whom God told him would not be faithful. Obviously this is not a passage we should use for advice on how to find a mate." The congregation chuckled.

He glanced briefly at his wife, but her eyes were downcast.

"We can find advice on marriage in Proverbs, as well as in the books of Corinthians and Ephesians in the New Testament. God's purpose for Hosea's marriage to Gomer... yes, her name was Gomer, and no, her last name wasn't Pyle." A few more chuckles. "No, his marriage to her was to confront Israel with their sin of unfaithfulness to God." Pastor John continued on, but Pamela was lost in a sea of thoughts. Her face felt flushed and she hoped no one could sense her shame. "I'm that woman," she lamented. "I was essentially a whore for ten plus years." The last three years of her life seemed to melt aware. The new veneer she had carefully constructed cracked and she began to question her ability to live a new life.

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"Hot damn!" Paul yelled. 

A few minutes prior, the facial recognition software showed a 98.9 percent match between Sierra and Pamela. His focus had immediately shifted to the background data and the most important piece of information he could have found was staring back at him on the screen. Both Sierra and Pamela had the same social security number.

He grinned. Then he put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair. "Now, how am I going to play this?" he muttered.

Part 3 coming soon



Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 03



Paul Gruber rubbed his forehead and starred at the doodles he had jotted down on his yellow pad. There was no denying he had made the connection between Sierra Gold and Pamela Jennings, now the issue was what to do with that information. He could contact TMZ. It would get him fifteen minutes of fame, but not much satisfaction. He could send her a letter and let her know that he knew her secret. Certainly she would meet with him to discuss it, but then what? 

Paul rubbed his head harder. It seemed to ease the headache coming on. What he needed was more sleep and less time staring at his computer screens. A dark thought seeped into his mind. What if I got her to agree to fuck me in exchange for keeping her secret? His conscience wrestled with the lusty idea.

There's no way she'd agree to that!

She might, especially if she wants to protect her naïve husband. He probably has no idea about her history, he thought. Information like this could cause a helluva uproar in the congregation. 

Shit, Paul, you could go to jail for that. It's blackmail for crying out loud!

Not if you do it right. 

He looked over at the one screen with a naked picture of Sierra. Her blue eyes sparkled back at him. Long flowing blonde hair. And big ass tits on her slender frame begging to be squeezed and sucked. Damn he wanted to fuck her.

I can do this, he thought.

Paul, don't go there, his conscience warned. You'll go to jail for sure.

He tore the top page of the legal pad off and quickly began scribbling some ideas.

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John took off his sneakers and slapped them on the cement slab outside his back door. Clumps of dark earth popped off his shoes and covered the walk. He loved gardening on Sundays after lunch. It allowed his mind to relax after preaching. It was also the most he wanted to exert himself on a day of rest. He left his shoes outside and stepped through the door in his socks. While he got himself some lemonade, he noticed Pamela sitting at the kitchen table staring out the window.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked, walking over to sit down across from her.

"Oh, I was just thinking about your sermon today."

"And?" he asked. 

She turned and smiled. "I found it amazing that God would tell a prophet to take a woman who had been with so many men, as his wife. It's wild that stuff like that is actually in the Bible."

He took a sip of the cool, tart drink. "Do you think it was too racy for the congregation? I'm almost positive I heard Mrs. Thompson gasp. I didn't mean to disturb the poor woman."

She giggled. "No, I thought it was pretty tame."

"Well, that's just the opening. I'm going to be preaching on what happens after they marry over the next few weeks."

Pamela reached across the table and placed her hand gently on her husband's dirt covered hand. "Do you love me?"

John looked at her quizzically. Then his furrowed brow relaxed and he put his other hand on top of hers. "Honey, I love you with all my heart. I made a vow to you, before God, three years ago and I feel even more strongly about it today."

Pamela pulled her slender hand out from between his. She stood up and walked around the table behind him. Then, she lowered her head until it was right next to his ear and whispered. "You're dirty and sweaty. Let's go take a shower..." She let the last word linger, "...together."

John's mouth opened but no sound came out.

Pamela grabbed one of his hands and led him through the family room, down the hall and into their bedroom.

"Why don't you get in the shower and wash that dirt off. I'll meet you in just a minute."

John bolted into the bathroom, tugging his clothes off as fast as he could. He stopped briefly to turn on the shower, so it would warm up, and then continued removing the last of his garments. He stepped into the shower and began scrubbing the grime off with a washcloth.

A few minutes later the shower door opened and his wife slipped in.

John's eyes widened as he took in the beauty of Pamela's naked body. They typically made love with the lights off at night. He felt his wife's body, but rarely saw her naked in the daytime.

"Wow!" Was all he could muster.

Pamela smiled, and then turned him around. She pressed her full breasts up against his back and reached around to take the soap away from him. 

John felt her soft, firm breasts mash into him. He surrendered his soap and Pamela used it to begin lathering up his chest. Her small hands rubbed around his pecs and then slowly began moving lower. She stopped just above his public hair. John closed his eyes and moaned.

A flashback of her first porn shower scene popped into her head. She shivered as she recalled the scene in which a neighbor sneaks into her house while she's showering. She had her eyes closed and was lathering up her big breasts. When she opened her eyes, Tyrone Boner, the biggest black man in the business was opening up the glass shower door. He was the biggest, not only in height, at 6 foot 5, but he also had a legitimate ten inch cock. She would never forget the thickness of his enormous penis as he wrapped his muscular arms around her and crushed her slim body up against him. Her boobs pressed out in all directions against his rock hard abs as she buried her face in his granite pecs. Tyrone had reached around and grabbed her small buttocks, letting his fingers curl up into her young pussy.

At 19, this was her third film and Tyrone had specifically requested that his manager set it up. She later found out that he was eager to break in a new girl in the business. Break in had been right. She remembered walking around in pain for a week.

Tyrone lifted her in one smooth motion. Her soapy tits sliding up from his six pack abs to his hard pecs, until she was face to face with him. His dark eyes bore into hers and he gritted his teeth when he grinned. "You're gonna feel by cock in your stomach," he said in a low, bass voice.

She felt the tip of his cock at her small opening that his fingers pried apart. She was glad she had soaped up her pussy before he entered the shower. Her eyes flew open as the head of his cock entered her and he began lowering her onto his meaty pole.

"Awwww, fuuuuuck!" she grimaced. Her eyes reflexively squeezed shut.

As he lowered her further, Pamela wrapped her legs around his waist and locked herself in place.

She finally bottomed out and he left her there to adjust to his size as he got a better grip on her ass. It didn't last long. She felt his biceps flex as she moved her hands up and around his thick neck to hold on.

"You're one tight bitch," he hissed. He lifted her up so just the head of his cock was in her and then dropped her down again.

The entire scene lasted ten minutes as he continued jack-hammering into her naïve pussy. She knew it wasn't physically possible, but she swore her stomach ached afterwards from being battered inside. A few days later Tyrone's agent had contacted her agent about doing an anal scene and she flatly refused. She hadn't done an anal scene yet and she certainly wasn't going to have her ass turned inside out by that brute.

Her husband moaned as she lowered her hands to his penis, which was sticking straight up. It has half the length and girth of Tyrone's, but it did the job and certainly didn't cause her any pain. She rubbed the bar of soap up and down the length of his cock, and then dropped it so she could use both hands. One hand caressed her husband's balls while the other gently gripped his penis, slowly sliding up and down the length of it.

"Oh, oh... Pam, that feels soooo good, honey."

She smiled, knowing how much pleasure she was giving him. In her porn days she had started out trying to give her partner or partners pleasure. She put so much emotion into each scene. It took her almost a year to realize that none of the men who fucked her really cared about her. The business was about putting on a show, plain and simple.

She slid her tits down her lovers back until they rested on his cute butt. The warm water sprayed down on them and washed off the bubbles as she twisted him around. His dick hit her in the cheek. Pam opened her mouth and inserted his penis. She twirled her tongue around his shaft as she sucked him in. She felt his pubic hair on her upper lip and wondered if that was what if felt like to have mustache?

"Oh, my gosh," John cried, "This is heavenly."

Pam let his cock plop out of her mouth. "I thought you said there wouldn't be sex in heaven?" She questioned him.

"Huh?" John asked, coming out of his bliss.

"You said this felt heavenly. I thought you told me there wouldn't be sex in heaven?"

"Figure of speech, Figure of speech," he said, somewhat frantically, "Please don't stop."

She continued her teasing as he looked down at her. Pam bit her lip as she glanced up at him. "Oral sex isn't a sin, is it?"

"No, no, no," He said, catching his breath. "Nothing about sex is sinful between a married couple."

"Really?" she asked, "Because there are some things I wanted to try, but I thought you might think they were dirty."

John looked into his wife's brown eyes. His penis was less than an inch from her luscious lips. "We can try anything you like," he answered, wondering what she had in mind.

Pamela slowly stood up. She allowed her breast to slide up his body until she was kissing his neck. "Good, let's dry off and get into bed."

John was still awake an hour later. Pamela was lying next to him, asleep and breathing softly. He stared at the ceiling and relived the previous scenes again and again in his mind. His wife had asked him to stick his penis between her breasts, while she pushed them together. He had never imagined doing something like that. He had warned her that he was going to climax and she just smiled and licked her lips. His sperm had shot out across her neck and mouth. He thought she would be appalled, but instead she had laughed and swallowed his penis, licking up all the semen. After they turned off the light, she had given him a kiss and whispered in his ear that she wanted to try anal sex next.

John tossed and turned in his sleep. The little devil and angel that he imagined on his shoulders, reappeared in his dream.

"That's some hot ass you have their preacher man," the devil said.

"She's a very classy, lady," the angel replied sternly.

"There's no way to have tits like that and be a lady," the red man grinned while jabbing his pitchfork at his adversary. "I'd love to get me some of that!"

"They're married. A union between one man and one woman," the angel retorted. "Faithful to one another."

"Ha! She sure seems to know a lot about sex. I bet she's had all sorts of men. What do you think preacher? Don't seem like no virgin to me."

John woke up and looked at the clock. It was 3:23 am.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x 

Pamela blew across the wispy steam rising from her coffee mug. She loved opening the office. As the receptionist for the property and casualty insurance company, one of her many jobs was opening the office, preparing the coffee and checking and forwarding any voicemails that might have come into the office after hours. She loved the stillness before the agents started rolling in around 9 am. 

In a male dominated field, she relished the fact that everyone knew she was the wife of a pastor. No one flirted with her. She remembered the first time one of the agents had made an off-color comment to her. Another agent had quickly commented, "You know, Pamela is the wife of Pastor Jennings over at the First Baptist Church." The agent had stumbled all over himself apologizing. 

Her husband had told her that happened to him all the time. He would be invited to golf with a member of the congregation and they would pick be put together with another random twosome prior to teeing off. Typically the two men who joined them would be cursing through the first three or four holes, until the topic would come up about what vocation everyone was in. As soon as he said, "pastor," the men would apologize and clean their language up for the rest of the round. 

Pamela smiled to herself as she turned on her computer. 'Funny how people get a heightened sense of morality around religious people," she thought. 'I wonder why?'

She had already forwarded voicemails. Taking another sip of her coffee, she opened Outlook to check on her e-mails. Two were from clients wanting to know when their annual premiums were due. The third one was from a name she didn't recognize... Peter Paul. 

She clicked on it to open it up. Her eyes widened.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

What? Was this a mistake? A joke? She clicked on the attachment. She gasped as the image came up on the screen.

It was her... as Sierra Gold.

Shit! Her worst fear was being realized. Who the hell is it and what do they want?

"Good morning, sunshine!" One of the agents sang out as he came through the door.

Pamela jumped in her seat. She quickly closed the picture that was on her screen.

"Oh, hi, Jerry, you startled me," she said.

"Sorry about that. I guess I can see how that would happen, being here by yourself." 

He continued on to his office. Pamela clicked reply on the e-mail. 'I can either not reply and see what happens or just deny it. Isn't that what the politicians do? Deny, deny, deny.' She typed out her response...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. YOU MUST HAVE THE WRONG PERSON. PLEASE DON'T CONTACT ME AGAIN.

And clicked send.

She tried to busy herself with the rest of her start the day routine. Within minutes a reply came back.

YOU MADE ONE BIG MISTAKE SIERRA. YOU DIDN'T CHANGE YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER WHEN YOU CHANGED YOUR IDENTITY.

"Damn it!" Pamela cursed. 

What do I do now? If whoever this was knew that, then there was no denying it. 

She typed back. WHAT DO YOU WANT?

She looked nervously around the office as more and more staff and agents showed up. A few minutes later she had her response.

IF I CAN FIGURE THIS OUT THEN THAT MEANS SOMEONE ELSE CAN TOO. I CAN HELP.

It wasn't the response she thought she was going to get. Maybe this would turn out okay. She replied.

HOW?

The response only took a few seconds.

MEET ME AT THE BOONE SALOON TONIGHT AT 9PM

Pamela responded. HOW WILL I KNOW WHO TO LOOK FOR?

Three words came back to her. I'LL FIND YOU.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x 

Pamela checked herself in the mirror one more time before getting out of her car. Her hair was styled, her make-up applied modestly, and her blue top buttoned up to her neck. The black, pencil skirt ended just above the knee. In every way she looked the part of a preacher's wife. 

Her heart pounded as she entered the restaurant. "He's already seen me naked," she thought. Millions had... so why was she so nervous? "It doesn't feel like my life anymore, but who am I kidding to think I could have left it so easily. I made a deal with the devil and apparently he's not going to let me go so easily." 

She looked around the dimly lit room. A sign indicated to 'Seat Yourself.' There were plenty of open tables on a Monday night, so she walked across the room to one in the corner. "All I need is for some busy-body in the church to overhear the inevitable conversation and then I'm really through." 

"Ma'm, can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure, a glass of Cabernet would be great," Pamela answered. 

She glanced nervously around the room. There were no men by themselves. The waitress arrived with her wine and she quickly took a big gulp. The smoothness spread through her body and put her at ease.

"Good evening," a familiar voice said. "Do you mind if I join you?"

He didn't wait for a response and sat down across from her. He set his beer on the table. "I'm Peter Paul." 

Pamela squinted slightly, "We've met before," she stated. "Where was it?"

"The new member meeting last week. I introduced myself as Paul Gruber." He grinned at her.

"What?" She shifted in her sit.

"I just can't believe I'm having a drink with Sierra Gold."

"Shhhh," she said, looking around nervously.

"Sorry," Paul replied.

"Paul, you do understand that I'm trying to move on with a new life? That was in my past. I'm a different woman now."

His eyes widened. "I have every DVD you were ever in. You are... sorry, were... my favorite star."

"I appreciate that, I really do, but I'm the wife of a pastor now, so I'd really appreciate it if you kept this to yourself."

Paul took a swig of his beer. His eyes darted left and right. Wiping his brow, he replied. 

"I'm sorry, Sierra. I can't do that."

"What do you mean, Paul?"

"I can't just make a major discovery like this and then keep it from the world. You have millions of fans out there."

Pamela leaned forward a few inches and looked Paul in the eyes. "Listen, Paul. I'm sure they've moved on to other women by now, but I want to move on with my life too. I've buried Sierra and I'd appreciate it if you would too." She watched his face for any kind of signal. It softened some, so she continued. "I'll tell you what. How about if I agree to autograph the DVDs for you? With me out of circulation, I'm sure it would make them really valuable."

His face tensed up again. He took a long swig from the beer and set the empty bottle back on the table. "I want more than that," he replied.

"Seriously?" She asked, "How much?" Pamela hoped he didn't want too much money. She had access to her out of state account, but didn't want to drain it.

"I don't want money," he replied, matter-of-factly.

"What is it you want?" The gleam in his eye gave her the answer before he said it.

"I want a blowjob from the world famous Sierra Gold."

"Paul, are you kidding me? I'm not Sierra Gold anymore. No blond hair or blue eyes. I'm Pamela Jennings, wife of PASTOR John Jennings." She emphasized 'pastor,' hoping to prick his conscience."

Paul had been trained in the first rule of sales. State your price and then shut up. He replied, "I'm not kidding."

An awkward silence pushed away the background music and chatter of other patrons. Paul could feel his heart thumping and was sure she could see his shirt moving, but he stayed silent and looked into her eyes.

Pamela thoughts jumped from one extreme to the other. Tell him to go screw himself, was the defensive answer she wanted to shout... and then throw her drink in his face. But what if he puts it out on the internet? Or the gossips at church? Or worse yet, he goes straight to John and tells him about her past. She took another sip of wine. A blowjob isn't really sex. So I won't be cheating on John. If he finds out, it would kill him, not to mention bring down his standing in the community.

"One blowjob and you'll stay silent?"

She spoke first. Paul grinned inside knowing he'd won. "Yep, that's it."

"How do I know that's all you'll want?" she asked. 

Smart woman, he thought. "I guess you'll just have to trust me."

"When?"

Paul looked at his watch. "How about right now?"

Pamela motioned to the waitress. "Bring me another one," she said, holding up her wine glass. As the waitress walked off she turned her attention back to Paul. "Okay, we do it tonight. But after that you have to help me 

safeguard my identity." 

John stayed silent.

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

They pulled into a public park and drove to the far end under some trees. John made sure to park close enough to a lamppost so he could watch her suck him off.

Pamela took off her seatbelt and turned towards Paul. "Okay, let's get this over with."

Paul held his hand up. His confidence had grown. "No, not like that," he said. "You need to do this with the enthusiasm you showed in your movies."

Pamela's eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth. 'He has you over the barrel,' she thought. 'Just make him happy and it will all be over soon.'




Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 03



Quicker than she thought possible, Pamela gave herself over to her alter ego, Sierra Gold. She smiled seductively at Paul. "I hope your cock isn't going to disappointment me," she said in a huskier voice. 

She put a hand on his chest. Looking deep into his eyes she licked her lips.

"Holy shit," Paul whispered, caught off guard.

Pamela reached down and undid his belt. She opened the snap with one hand and with the other she slid his zipper down. "Lift your ass up, Paul, so I can get your pants down."

Paul obeyed quickly. His pants were down around his ankles in seconds. She looked down at his groin. A tent had formed in his boxers. 

She grasped his stiffening cock through his boxers. "Wait," he gasped. "You have to take your shirt off. I want to see and touch your tits."

"That wasn't part of the deal, Paul."

"It is if you want help hiding your identity the right way," he replied.

Pamela didn't say a word. She looked into his eyes, pouting, and slowly undid each button on her silky blouse until it opened up two inches from her neck down to her skirt. "Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, opening her top until her black, lace bra was exposed.

Paul's eyes widened at her large creamy breasts, pressed together to form cleavage deep enough to fuck.

While he was mesmerized by her actions, Pamela reached behind her and unclasped her bra. "I think was you really want to see is this," she smiled, leaning forward slightly and releasing her large orbs from the confines of the bra.

"Why don't you play with them while I see what you have for me down there," she instructed.

Paul was temporarily in shock as he watched the woman of many of his dreams reach down and fish in the opening of his boxers and pull his stick six-incher out. Her warm hand tugged on his cock, jacking him off, and the other reached up and squeezed one of her big boobs. "Ooh, Paul, your cock is so hard and big. I can't wait to wrap my lips around it."

A drop of pre-cum oozed out of his cock. Paul snapped out of his trance and reached up to squeeze her other breast.

"Yeah, that's it baby, squeeze my big tits."

Pamela let him play with her breasts as she released his dick and moved her hand down to massage his balls. 'I'll get this asshole to cum quick and be done with it,' she thought.

Paul tugged on her tits as she swallowed him up. His dick touched the back of her throat as she vigorously deep-throated his cock. Her fingers tickled the skin under his ball sac, urging him on.

Paul couldn't believe he was getting sucked off by the porn queen of his dreams. He let go of her breast and grabbed the back of her head as he thrust into her warm mouth. "Yeah, Sierra, that's it. Oh, gawd, I'm gonna blow!"

He gave one last thrust and shot the first stream of cum down her throat. Pamela kept sucking him hard, while she massaged his balls. Ten seconds later Paul was sucked dry. His cock shriveled up and she let it slide out of her mouth.

"That was amazing," Paul said, as Pamela hooked her bra back in place and buttoned up her shirt.

"Glad you enjoyed it," she replied dryly. 

Paul zipped his pants up. 

"A deal's a deal, Paul. I kept my part of the bargain. Now you need to keep your mouth shut and help me protect my identity better." She opened the car door and got out. 

"I'll call you," Paul said as she walked away. Her ass looked perfect in her skirt as she strutted away from him. A voice spoke silently in his head. 'Are you going to let her get away without fucking her first?'

A more solemn voice countered. 'Don't even think about it, Paul. You gave her your word.'

X x x x x x x x x x x

Pamela stared up at the ceiling. Her husband breathed deeply next to her. She had mad love to him with a fervent passion a half hour earlier, trying to erase the blowjob with Paul from her mind. 'I didn't have a choice,' she reassured herself. 'I love my husband too much to be the one to destroy his career and standing in the community.' 

As she waited for sleep to wash over her, Pamela heard voices battling in her head as well.

'You're a whore and that's all you'll ever be,' one said. 

'That's not true, you've changed. You have someone you truly love now.'

'Ha! Love? You had another man's dick in your mouth.'

'Hold yourself together, Pamela, you can get past this. It's over now. You can get back to normal.'

'Over? He's not gonna stop until he takes you every way he can.'

Pamela slipped into a restless sleep. Half the night she dreamed about her husband holding her tight and protecting her. The other half she fought to escape from a dark room of naked men pleasuring themselves with her body. 

Part 4 coming soon...



Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 04



"Hello?" Pamela answered the phone from her desk at work.

"It's me," The familiar voice replied.

"I'm busy," she said, trying to block the memory from Monday night's blowjob out of her mind.

"This Friday at my place... eight o'clock. You'll be getting a package at work today. Wear what's in it."

"What are you talking about, Paul. We had a deal. All that's left is for you to help me hide my identity better."

"Sorry, I lied," he said. She didn't hear any remorse in his voice.

"I... I can't," she said. "I feel guilty enough already." 

"You don't have a choice."

Pamela's stomach knotted up. She felt like she was going to throw up. 'Have I really become that naïve, after just three years with the saints?' she thought. 'I actually believed I could trust people again.'

"Hello?" he asked.

"I'm here. I'm thinking." Pamela knew she didn't have many options. She could either refuse him and deal with whatever shame came with the revelation of her former life or she could give in to his demands and hope he kept his promise this time. If it was only her reputation on the line she'd tell him to 'fuck off,' but she couldn't imagine putting her husband through the public circus that was sure to follow, not only locally but nationally when the word got out.

"You've fucked me over once, Paul," she said, reverting back to her porn star vernacular. "How do I know you aren't going to fuck me over again?"

"I'll have a contract for you, Friday. It will stand up in a court of law if I try to break it."

"This isn't the way I envisioned this going down," she replied.

"Sorry to disappoint you Pamela, but I can't let the chance of a lifetime with Sierra Gold slip away."

"Fuck-off, Paul." 

She slammed the phone down and buried her head in her hands. 'I hope to hell I can get out of this.'

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

"Package for, Pamela Jennings."

Pamela looked up to see the familiar UPS brown uniform. 

"That's me," she said, reaching out to sign his handheld device.

She opened the package, careful not to expose it to anyone who might come walking through the office foyer.

The note inside was brief: WEAR THE ENCLOSED FRIDAY

She pulled out the first item. It was a wig, which looked like a replica of her old hair doo, long, straight and blonde. The next item was a black g-string. The last item was a black lace bra. Stuffing the items back in the package, she pondered which long coat she would have to wear to cover her on the trip over to Paul's house.

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

The next two days flew by. Pamela tried to act normal at both work and home. Fortunately her husband was busy with church activities on Wednesday night and Thursday was one of his primary sermon preparation days. She told John she was going to have a "girl's sleep-over" with one her friends in the church. Fortunately for her, her husband was as naïve as she had become in her post porn years. 'Lesson learned,' she thought. 'Always be on guard for deception.'

She gave John a kiss and headed out the door in jeans and a conservative top. She had put the package and a coat in her car trunk earlier in the day. "Love you!" she yelled over her shoulder.

"You too!" she heard him reply.

Halfway to Paul's house Pamela pulled into a gas station with an outside bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and put the skimpy black panties and bra on. Next she pulled the wig onto her head and adjusted it in the mirror. The reflection looking back at her brought back many memories. Her nipples stiffened through the thin material as she admired her flat stomach and deep cleavage. 'You've still got it,' she smiled at herself. After folding up her clothes and sticking them in her duffel bag, she pulled out her make-up bag. The first step was to remove her tinted contacts. As she looked back in the mirror to apply the mascara and hot pink lipstick, bright blue eyes replaced the brown ones from a few minutes ago. 

'This has to end tonight, no matter what,' she thought, as she put everything away and slipped on a long trench coat. It was a little peculiar to have on a coat this length in the fall, but she didn't think it would raise too many eyebrows if anyone happened to see her walking from the bathroom to her car. 

She looked at her watch as she threw the bag into her trunk. '7:15... I've got fifteen minutes."

X x x x x x x x x x x x x 

She felt like an overseas hooker on the streets of Naples, trolling along in her trench coat for sailors just off their ship. No one was outside in the around surrounding Paul's house. She knocked on the door and it was opened a few seconds later. 

Paul opened the door and smiled when he saw Pamela dressed up as her former self - Sierra Gold. "Come on in."

Sierra looked around at the normal looking middle class family room. 

"You can keep your coat on," he said.

"Nothing's happening until I see an ironclad contract," she replied.

"No problem, it's right over here in the dining room," he said, leading the way.

A glass of red wine sat next to a stack of papers. "That's your glass for while you're reading."

Pamela sat down and took a sip of the wine before looking down at the contract.

"I'll save you some time," Paul said, "The contract says that I'm going to video our time tonight and I have the exclusive rights to whatever I shoot. In return your identity is kept secret. I help you protect it from anyone else and you get to go on with your life."

"What the hell type of deal is that?" she cried out.

"It's a deal that gives you your life back."

"We never talked about filming anything."

"Yeah, well this is a way for me to make a few bucks. You've been out of the public eye for a few years and when I come out with a video entitled, 'Sierra Gold, the Lost Footage,' I'm going to make a nice little nest egg."

Pamela took gulped down some wine as she reviewed the contract. "This sucks," she hissed.

"Look," Paul said with a smile, "this gets both of us what we want. I get to make a few bucks and you get me out of your life forever. That's it... plain and simple." 

"Yeah, and in the process you get to fuck me... both figuratively and literally.

Paul laughed. "As much as I'd like to just let you go and forget about all this, I can't do it. This is the opportunity to have sex with the woman of my dreams? That's what every red blooded American male dreams of." 

Pamela finished the glass of wine and Paul quickly maneuvered himself over to pour her some more. 

'I'm screwed,' she thought. I can tell him to fuck himself and walk out of here and deal with whatever fallout occurs or sign this shitty contract and hope to hell he actually abides by it.' 

"How do I know you're not going to double-cross me again and break this contract?" she asked.

"I thought you might ask that," Paul smiled.

"Here's the deal. I'm getting everything I want. I get to have sex with you and I get a nice pay day." Before she could respond, he continued. "Despite what you might think, I'm not heartless. I do realize this sucks for you. I really don't want to see your husband's job and the church both go down in flames." 

'He's right about John. His job would be toast if it came out he was married to a former porn star. As much as people in the church like to say anyone can be forgiven for their past, they still hold it against you.'

She took another sip of wine and finished the contract. "Okay a couple issues I see in this."

"What?"

"Part C says that filming is for today only and no future actions are required on my part."

"That's right."

"Well, what about Part D that says, 'Every party involved in the shooting has consented to be filmed and not compensated for their time.' Who is 'every party?' Why doesn't it just have both of our names?"

"Very observant, Paula, that's because there may be more parties involved than just you and me."

"What?"

"Surely you don't expect me not to share my good fortunes with a few close friends?" he asked.

"Yeah, SURELY I don't!" she responded.

"Come on, Sierra, you're in disguise. No one is going to know that you're Pamela Jennings. Just imagine yourself filming 'Sierra Bangs the Gang Part 2.'"

Sierra's mind flashed back to the first multiple partner video she had agreed to film. Her agent had said it would be no big deal. 'Just think of it as one guy lasting awhile longer. After the first one you'll be so lubed up that you won't even feel it.'

The reality was that once she got into it she ended up getting turned on more than any time in her life. She rode one guy while a second entered her ass. The double penetration sent in her midsection into spasms while another guy forced his cock into her mouth. As she reminisced about the film for the first time in years, her pussy began to moisten. Her hand involuntarily reached under her coat and massaged her clit. 

Paul watched the angel of his dreams staring at the papers. Her eyes had glazed over and he knew she was thinking about her past venture. When her hand drifted down and inside her coat he knew he had her. Paul saw that her second glass of wine was empty and he refilled it and waited patiently.

A few minutes later, Sierra snapped out of her trance. "Sit down," she said. Paul sat down across from her. 

"Here's the deal, Paul," she stared directly into his eyes. "I am going to sign this document and do whatever you want tonight. I'm even going to do it with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. But... you had better keep your end of the bargain. I know I'll have a contract, but even with a contract, I'm still vulnerable. I don't want to go into a court of law to take you down if you double-cross me, only to lose by exposing John and me to the revelation of who I am."

"Sierra, you have..."

"Shut the hell up, Paul. You're word doesn't mean shit to me right now. You're getting everything you could ever dream of tonight. What I'm saying is, take the gift and don't be a greedy bastard. If you actually market this video, I know you will be a very rich man."

"Sierra, I..."

She raised her hand to silence him again. "Don't say a thing. You and I both know you'd never get a shot at someone like me without a situation like this. I don't care about the money anymore. I have what I need and I've had a chance to experience the life I want. I'm asking you as a fellow human being to honor that... contact or no contract."

Paul broke eye contact with her for a brief moment. The voices in his head both tried to speak at the same time. 'The bitch is crumbling. Fuck her.' 'Look what you've done to this poor woman. All she wants is a new life.' 'You're gonna be rich!'

X x x x x x x x x x x x x

Paul addressed his three eager friends in his bedroom. "She's in," he began. "Each of you take one of these." Paul handed each of them a blue pill. "You'll get a hard-on when you see Sierra naked in the flesh, but you're gonna want to keep it hard for as long as you can. It would be pretty embarrassing to be on film for the world to see with a limp dick."

Each man had paid him one thousand dollars to be included in the evening. They had also signed waivers to any remuneration for proceeds from the sale of the video. Paul figured the three grand would help with the initial marketing costs. His goal would be for them to fuck Sierra as much as possible until morning and then break the footage up into at least three separate videos. The first one he would go to a major distributor and sell the rights with a percentage of sales. Once word got on the street about a new Sierra Gold video, he'd market the second one on the internet himself. Then he'd hold the third one in reserve for the highest bidder.

He looked at each of the men he had decided to include in the process. There was Bill, who has actually a good friend of his and fellow tech geek. He wouldn't add a lot to the excitement of viewers, but he was his only childhood friend and nerds stuck together. The other two guys came through various references and he had got to know them reasonably well over the past few weeks. Mike was in construction. He was around six foot two inches solid muscle. Paul hadn't required a penis measurement, but was assured by Mike that he was above average. The last guy was Jared. He did yard work for Bill and was very different from the other three. From the Caribbean islands, he had dark skin, towered over the rest of them at around six foot five, but seemed taller because of how lanky he was. Bill had told Paul, he saw his yardman peeing in the yard one time, instead of asking to use the bathroom inside, and his dick hung down impressively. Like Paul, all three men were close in age and were very familiar with Sierra Gold. The thousand dollars was considered an investment in a bucket-list dream they never thought they'd have a chance to fulfill.

"The pill will take about twenty minutes to kick in," Paul announced. "I've got the camera's all set up to film from four different angles. I'll be in the first scene and after I'm done I'll cue the three of you to come in."

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x 

Sierra sat at the table finishing her third glass of wine. She felt like she was revisiting the early days of her career when managers took advantage of her naiveté'. 

'I should have known better,' she lamented. 'That's why I love John so much. He's not like most men who are out for their own pleasure. I don't deserve him.' She let her finger swirl around the edge of the glass, the voices battling in her mind. 

'You're right you don't deserve him. You're a whore and will always be a whore. Who are you trying to kid?'

'No you're not. Your past sins have been forgiven.'

'Yeah, but what about the ones you're going to commit now?'

'I don't have a choice. I have to protect, John!'

'Don't fool yourself, you have a choice. You want to fuck other men.'

"Come on, Sierra, let's go into the bedroom," Paul said from behind her.

She picked up the glass and drained the remaining liquid. 'No,' she told reassured herself. 'I'm doing this because I love my husband.'

She stood up too fast and the room spun, causing her to reach out and steady herself on the chair. Concentrating, she recovered quickly and followed Paul down the hall. 

As they walked into the well lit bedroom, Sierra looked around. Four cameras were staged in each of the corners. "Don't you need someone to operate those?" she asked.

"Nope," Paul smiled. "These are all state of the art cameras. I can go back after the fact and zoom in and out how I like. By using the various angles of each of them, I can pretty much edit the video however I want."

"When do they start?"

"They're rolling now."

"Then let's get this over with," she replied, letting her trench coat slip off and fall to the floor.

Paul's jaw went slack. Sierra Gold stood in front of him, her 36D tits swelling around the tight black lace bra he had bought her. His eyes drifted down to her narrow waist and the skimpy panties covering her pussy. 

"Like what you see?" she asked.

He moved towards her, but Sierra put out her hand to stop him. "Sit on the bed!" she ordered. 

Paul backed up until his legs hit the bed, then he dropped down.

Sierra turned so her back was too him and bent over to touch her toes. Paul looked back at the ass of his dreams, perfectly curved and split down the middle by a tiny piece of fabric. She slowly backed up towards him until her shapely buttocks was inches away from him. Paul's hands involuntary reached up to touch her smooth skin. 

"No!" she slapped his hand away. "Put your hands flat on the bed."

'I might as well tease the poor bastard first,' she thought devilishly. Paul watched as she slowly lowered her perfect ass onto his groin. He had purposefully worn a pair of gym shorts with no underwear and a tee shirt that shamelessly plugged his future website.

Sierra moved her ass around until she felt his rigid cock fit into the crevice of her butt cheeks. She stopped momentarily and then began sliding back and forth along his dick. 

"Ooh, that feels sooooo good."

Paul reached up to hold her waist. Sierra knew it was coming and sat down on him hard.

"Uhh, what'd you do that for?" He asked.

"If you touch then I stop," she answered defiantly.

Paul immediately put his hands back on the bed and Sierra continued her ass sliding. After a few minutes of grinding on his cock she stopped again.

"What? I'm not touching you."

"Unhook my bra."

Paul's hands shook as he reached for the clasp in front of him. He unhooked it and let the back of the bra drop to her sides. Sierra got up off his lap and turned around. She massaged the bottom of her breasts, slowly raising her hands and in the process lifter the cups off her chest. Paul focused on her hands massaging her big boobs, anxiously waiting to see her nipples.

"You want to squeeze them, don't you Paul?" 

"More than anything," he replied.

She ignored him and said, "Stand up and drop your shorts."

Paul did as he was told. When he stood up his rock hard dick jutted out, forming a tent at the top of his shorts. He grabbed his waistband and pulled his shorts over his dick and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of his shorts and stood there awkwardly as Sierra looked directly in his eyes.

"And the shirt."

He quickly pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor with his shorts. He noticed she was now staring down at his dick. 

"It looks like a cock, only smaller," she giggled. 

Paul's flushed pink in embarrassment. 'I'm sure he'll edit that out,' she thought.

He started to say something, but Sierra cut him off. "Put your hands on top of your head," she commanded.

He did so without hesitation. Sierra enjoyed the change in power structure. 'He's in my domain now,' she thought, 'his sexual encounters have to be minimal at best. Let's see if he can control his orgasm.'

Sierra let her tits go and moved forward until her nipples barely touched his stomach. She reached up and put her hands on his chest, then slowly let them drift down his body and she could rest them on his hips. Leaning up to speak into his ear, her tits pressed into him and she felt his stiff penis against her stomach. "Before we go any further," she whispered. "I wanted to get your permission to suck your cock."

"Yes... yes... please," he stammered in response.

"Keep your hands on your head," she whispered back, then moved her face around and brushed her lips over his. Paul tried to kiss her, but she pulled away so her boobs weren't touching him anymore and moved down to his neck. She kissed it lightly. Slowly she moved down his body, kissing him on the chest, then stomach and finally she knelt in front of him, his dick staring her in the face. 

Paul's hand still rest on his head. He looked down at the angel of his dreams. Sierra Gold... naked, on her knees, and getting ready to suck his dick. He clenched his groin muscles as hard as he could to keep from cumming before she even touched him. A small drop of pre-cum oozed out of his pee-hole. 'Thank God I took Viagra,' he thought, 'At least I'll be able to keep it up after my first orgasm.'

Sierra used her finger and thumb to encircle the skin between his penis and balls and pulled down while twisting. This caused Paul's cock to point straight up. With her other hand she reached around and gripped his ass, then slowly moved her fingers down to the sensitive crevice between his asshole and balls. 

"Ooh yeah, baby...that's so good," he moaned.

She stuck out her tongue and ran it slowly from the base of his cock to the tip. She looked up to see his glassy eyes staring back at her. The wine made her feel, both light headed and free. She announced her intentions. "This is the best you are ever going to feel, Paul. I'm going to devour your cock and swallow your load. I hope you cum a lot," she finished, giving his balls a firm tug. 'I wonder how fast I can get this bastard to cum,' she thought.




Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 04



Sierra opened her mouth and allowed just the head of his cock to enter. Her tongue swirled around the circumcised ridge. She released her hand on his balls and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands. Then slowly, she moved her head forward until she felt his pubic hairs against her lips. An average dick for a seasoned pro like her was no problem. She pulled her head away from him, then gripping his hips firmly she pulled him forward. She wanted all of the control. Paul looked down and watched her jerk him back and forth, fucking her face. She could feel his cock swell as she clamped down on him with her mouth and gums. 

Paul shuttered, and then yelled, "Fuuuuuuuuck! I'm cumming!"

She released her tight grip so his cock just rested in her mouth. He thrust forward, trying desperately to fuck her open mouth. He spurted once, then twice, but the glorious sensation of her sucking was gone. He felt cheated out of his climax.

Sierra pulled back and swallowed his cum. "Well, a girl doesn't have to worry about choking on that," she laughed.

Paul's erection subsided, but he knew it would respond quickly. He wanted to lash out at her, but held his tongue. Instead he said, "That was awesome, Sierra. Here let me help you." He reached down and put a hand under each arm and lifted her up. 

"Let me get you some more wine." Paul walked over to his dresser, where he left the red wine, and poured the rest of the bottle into her glass.

Sierra downed it quickly, and then backed up the bed. Her legs felt wobbly. She needed to sit down for a just a second. As her butt hit the bed, Paul headed for the door. "Just where da... ya think, yer going?" She slurred her words while trying to focus on him.

"To the bathroom," he replied. "Go ahead and lie down for a few minutes."

'Yeah, just for a minute,' she thought. 'Damn Baptists and their no drinking rules. I haven't had this much wine in years.' She fell back. Her head sank into a feather pillow and she shut her eyes. 

Sierra woke to something pressing against her lips. 

"Hey, she's waking up," an unfamiliar voice said excitedly.

Her bodily senses seemed to wake up gradually from her head down to her feet. Her boobs were both being squeezed and her insides burned with a force slamming into her pussy. She tried to move her legs but they were held firmly, spread wide. 

"What the fu..." She started to yell, but the thing that had touched her lips pushed into her mouth. 

Her eyes grew wide. She looked up to see a dark face grinning back at her. 

"Hmmm, hghm, mmghr," she struggled to talk with his dick jamming into her throat.

"Who are we?" He interpreted. "Friends of Paul, who confirmed that you signed a contract that we could fuck you."

Sierra's cloudy mind searched through her memory to the contract. 'What exactly did I sign?'

"Yo, bitch, get your mind back on the matter at hand. Namely my dick."

She looked back up at him.

"The great Sierra Gold, sucking my cock. I love it," He smiled again.

She managed to tilt her head slightly to see who was fucking her like a jackrabbit. A nerdy guy, like Paul, was hunched over, his face contorted as he humped away. 'Fucking amateurs.' She clenched down tight with her pussy muscles and heard him yell out he was cumming, seconds later. 

The guy pawing her tits was muscular and obviously lifted weights. She reached over and grabbed his stiff cock and started jerking him off. As he moaned she brought her attention back to the skinny dark guy fucking her face. She swirled her tongue around his cock and sucked hard against his thrusts. Inwardly she laughed mockingly as he thrust deeply into her mouth one last time and shot his load.

"Awwwww shit!" he cried out.

Moments later, the muscle-bound guy crushed her tits, as he blew his load across her stomach. 

She gulped a breath of air through her mouth as the light brown cock shriveled out of it. 'At least that's over with,' she thought. "Where's Paul?" 

The geeky guy who looked like he could be a brother of Paul spoke up. 

"He charged each of us a thousand bucks to be part of this, so we thought we'd make our money up. Paul's locked in his bathroom. He didn't think the idea of each of us finding two guys to pay five hundred bucks each was ethical." He grinned at Sierra. "Maybe not ethical, but he admitted it was within the guidelines of the contract."

Her mind clearing up she started to get up.

"We're gonna find some beer in the fridge. I'm not much for introductions, so here are our six friends." Bill turned to leave and the three men were replaced by six others. All of them were naked with semi-erect cocks.

Sierra scanned all of them, but none of them were looking at her eyes, they were all focused on her big tits and curvaceous body. Each of them varied in skin tone and height, but she knew all they wanted was a piece of her ass. That singular focus was going to make it impossible for her to get out of the room without being thoroughly fucked. As the six of them surrounded her she lay back down on the bed, spread her legs and thought back to the last time she was involved in a gang bang.

The movie was titled, "Sierra Plays the Field," and it was a casual parody of "Field of Dreams." It wasn't too hard to change out the whispers the main lead heard, from 'If you build it they will come,' to 'If you build it they will cum.' the set was built in the middle of a cornfield and she was laying on home plate with her legs spread, when the men walked out of the field. The directly has insisted on them taking their baseball positions in full, old-time uniforms first. The manager had called out the "batting" order and one by one they had stripped and made their way to home base.

She quickly had a guy's dick in each hand, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. After fifteen minutes, she was thankful the first guy came inside her. It lubed her up for the rest of the team. She had been flipped over on her knees and fucked from behind several times and for the 'grand slam' she was placed on top of one guy, who fucked her in the pussy while another guy drilled her in the ass. Her mouth was stuffed with a third cock, while the rest of the team jerked off in a circle until each of them came on her. 

Sierra broker out of her trance as the first guy got up from between her legs and two of the other flipped her over on her hands and knees. Her big boobs hung down and were quickly grabbed by a guy on either side of her. They squeezed roughly while two hands gripped her hips and thrust forward into her wet pussy. Her attention was quickly diverted to another hand grabbing her under the chin and lifter her head up. She opened her mouth for the penis waiting to penetrate her face.

"Holy shit, look at that bitch go!" Yelled one of the three original guys returning with a beer. "We've got ourselves a live show." The three of them pulled up a chair. 

"Hey guys," announced Bill. "I got the rest of the Viagra out of Paul's bathroom. Pop one of these and you'll be good to go for another few hours."

Nine on one were pretty big odds, but Sierra gave it her best shot. She sucked hard... clenched tightly with her pussy and ass muscles... and jerked as many as she could to get them to cum more quickly. After two hours the drugs won out and she passed out.

"This whore is fucked out," the tall dark-skinned guy announced. 

"It's only four am. Paul said we could go till seven," Bill replied. "The cameras are still rolling. She's pretty loose now, who wants to try a double pussy fuck?"

Instinctively, every hand went up. "I'm first," Bill said, "The rest of you pair off and get in line." Bill lay down on the bed and instructed two of the guys to lift Sierra up. The reached under her arms and held her up above his erect cock. Sierra's head drooped, her chin resting on her chest as they lowered her down on Bill's dick. She was face up so two of them could squeeze her boobs while another guy guiding the head of his cock into a small opening above Bill's tool. He pushed until his dickhead was inside her pussy, then thrust harder to get the rest of his cock into her. 

Sierra's lips were parted as she flopped around unconscious between the two men thrusting into her. Another took advantage and pushed his rigid cock into her mouth, trying to get enough friction to cum. For the remaining three hours the men traded places, trying every deviant act they wished they could get away with when taking home an alert woman. Sierra slipped in and out of awareness. The past she had tried to bury, flashed forward and became part of a real dream and nightmare blurring together.

Bang, bang, bang... "Let me out!"

Sierra awoke to the sounds of a familiar voice. Her head ached. She sat up in the bed and looked down at her body. It was covered in dried cum. She felt a burning sensation between her legs and instinctively reached down to touch herself. Her pussy lips were splayed open and stuck to the sides of her legs. Her asshole felt raw. Her nipples were red and puffy from no doubtedly being tugged and sucked on. Red bite marks and hickeys dotted her chest. 

She slowly scooted to the side of the bed and carefully let her feet drop to the carpet. 

Bang, bang, bang... "Hey! Is anyone out there?"

It was Paul. He was still locked in the bathroom. 

She gingerly walked over to the door and unlocked it. 'Someone must have reversed the doorknob,' she thought.

Paul yanked the door open and looked her up and down. "Damn, you look like shit."

"Thanks, now move out of the way, I need to take a shower."

"Wait a second; I didn't get a chance to..."

Sierra held up her hand, "Don't even think about it." Moving past him she closed the door and turned the shower on. As the water poured across her skin she scrubbed herself with the bar of soap. 'I wish I could clean the inside of me up as easily as the outside.' Her body ached everywhere. She felt like she'd been in a car wreck. Her mind jumped to her husband. 'Today is Saturday... he goes to the coffee shop and puts the finishing touches on his sermon... just like clockwork.'

From outside the door, Paul was yelling. "Hey, Sierra, you still owe me. I still get to fuck you."

'He's never going to let it go,' she thought. 'I was a fool to trust him and think this could all still go away.' She turned off the shower water and made up her mind about what she would have to do. 'I can't live like this. It isn't fair to John.'  

As she dried off, she considered her next steps. Her Cinderella fantasy of a new life was coming to close.

Part 5 - The conclusion... coming soon.



Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 05



Pamela stopped her car in the driveway with a jarring lurch. Her mind was spinning. She had no recollection of the drive home, but the soreness between her legs was a vivid reminder of the previous twelve hours. She glanced up in the rearview mirror and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. 'At least John isn't home,' she thought. 'Saturday morning's are his time at the bagel shop to put the final touches on his Sunday morning sermons.'

Pamela stepped out of her car and walked briskly to the front door. She knew John would be gone for another two hours, but she didn't want to linger. It took her less than thirty minutes to pack the largest suitcase she owned. Fortunately she would only need warm weather clothes at her final destination. She could pack more shoes and outfits. 

Pamela sat down in front of her laptop and navigated to her favorite travel site. As she clicked through the options she calculated the time in her head. 'Let's see... a two hour drive to Charlotte, and then the next flight leaves three hours after that and... shit, fifteen hours? With a layover in Miami?' She purchased her ticket and then opened up the Sandals Resort home page and clicked on St. Lucia. Her dream vacation was to rent the Sunset Bluff Millionaire Villas Suite with a private pool sanctuary, on the cliffs, overlooking the Caribbean Sea. 'Wow, am I lucky, only $860 a night right now.' She booked it for a week and figured she could decide what to do after that. 

She packed up her laptop and put it over her shoulder. As Pamela pulled her luggage to the front door she took one last look around her house and what was to become her old life. 'My dream of a new life has come to a close,' she thought, 'John can't love someone like me. I was a fool to think it could last.'

As she closed the front door, the tears she had stopped before began to flow down her cheeks. 

X x x x x x x x x x x x x

As John drove home he checked his voicemail. "Hey, John, it's Pamela. I wanted to let you know that my sister called and asked if I could come over for a few days. Apparently she's having some personal issues... not sure what they are, but I told her no problem. Anyway, I don't want to interrupt your sermon prep, so I'll give you a call tomorrow after church. Love you."

John continued his drive - his thoughts turning back to the conclusion of Hosea and his adulterous wife, Gomer. He continued to find it amazing that someone could be married to a woman who kept sleeping around with other men. 

He had the same thoughts the next morning as he recapped the previous week's sermon on the prophet Hosea and his wayward wife, Gomer and then continued -

"What comes next in this story isn't clear and we have to read between the lines, but it seems that sometime after the birth of the third child, Hosea and Gomer's marriage fell apart, and Gomer left. Perhaps Gomer left Hosea for the father of her last child—we don't know. Gomer appears to have gone from one man to the next, until somewhere along the way she became the woman of a man who didn't have the means, or the will, to support her. Some other man might have been happy to see his wayward wife fall on such hard times, but not Hosea. We learn that Hosea, in some way or another, found a way to secretly provide for Gomer's support. So while Gomer was living in her adulterous relationship, Hosea was behind the scenes making sure she had clothes, food, and money. At some point Hosea came to the realization that providing for Gomer's needs wasn't going to help unless her heart changed; in fact, it would only enable her to continue her wayward lifestyle, so he made the very difficult decision to cut off her support. In time the consequences she had been protected from began to roll in. Eventually Gomer's lover sold her into slavery, and she discovered the sad truth that so many others have discovered: that often what presents itself as an opportunity for self-fulfillment ends in bondage and despair.

Pastor Jennings took a sip of water, which a Deacon in the church regularly put on the podium for him. He looked out over the congregation and noted that all eyes were riveted to him. Note to self, he thought. People are very interested in sexual content and the deviant exploits of others. He continued -

"Now even though Gomer deserved what she got, this is a sad story. It's sad for Hosea because his family was broken apart and he was robbed of the love for which he longed. It's sad for Gomer because her sin caused her to lose her family and eventually led her to slavery. But of course the real story of this book isn't the story of Hosea and Gomer... it's the story of God and Israel. Hosea's love for Gomer is only a picture of God's love for Israel, because all the while that Israel was unfaithful to God, he was providing for them, and they took his blessings and used them for their idol worship. But it's important for us to recognize that just as Hosea never stopped loving Gomer, NO MATTER HOW LOW SHE SANK, so God never stopped loving Israel, even though he had to stand by and watch them be given over to the terrible consequences of their sin."

As John asked everyone to open their Bibles to Hosea chapter three, and prepared to read, he wondered if he could be as obedient as Hosea.

"Then the LORD said to me, "Go show your love to your wife again, though she is loved by many other men and is an adulteress. Love here as the LORD loves the sons of Israel, though they turn to other gods. So I bought her for myself out of slavery for fifteen shekels of silver. Then I said to her, "You shall stay with me for many days. You shall not play the whore, nor shall you have another man. In the same way, I will be faithful to you." 

As he closed his Bible, he looked up and summarized the sermon for the day. Before he launched into his closing comments, he noticed a peculiar looking man hurry towards the back doors. 'Must be someone trying to beat the lunch crowd,' he thought. 

"Gomer may have been sold into slavery, but Hosea never forgot her and never stopped loving her, and when God revealed to him that the time was right, Hosea went and redeemed Gomer out of slavery. Now you might be thinking, "Wow, what a wonderful ending for a love story," but it's not the end of the story, because a marriage can't go through what Hosea and Gomer went through without a lot of wreckage and brokenness. Their relationship needed a lot of mending before they could again live together as man and wife. We notice that Gomer, though purchased, was not immediately restored to her former status as a wife, and things would remain that way until her heart changed. The same is true with God and Israel. God allowed Israel to experience the consequences of their unfaithfulness. He allowed them to experience the destruction of their nation, and captivity; and although he purchased them, they have remained in an unrestored condition for all these years. 

Is there a personal lesson here for us? Of course... We've seen from the example of Hosea and Gomer that sometimes deeply broken relationships take time to heal. But I want you to know that no matter how horrible your failures may seem to you, God has never stopped loving you, and he will never give up on you. Why? Because he has always known the end from the beginning. Just like Hosea knew before he married Gomer that she would be an unfaithful wife, and just like God knew before he chose Israel that they would be an unfaithful people, so he has always known everything about you, and me; and he chose to love us in spite of what he has always known. Restoration might not happen instantly, but be assured that God has not stopped loving you; and if you have ever known him, he will never abandon you, no matter where your choices may have led you.

Pastor Jennings bowed his head reverently and then nodded towards the minister of music for the closing song, while he headed to the Narthex to great everyone as they exited the service.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x 

Paul cussed under his breath as he pulled up into the pastor's driveway. "Damn, Bitch! She runs out yesterday and then skips town." Paul knew where Pamela lived and had driven by Saturday night and then again on the way to church. Her car was gone and she never showed up to the Service. 'She screwed me out of screwing her,' he raged... his logic faltering unbeknownst to him. 

As he looked down at the padded envelop in his gloved hands the familiar battling duo in his mind showed up. 

"Paul, there's no benefit to you by leaving that here. What do you hope to accomplish?"

"Ha! I'll tell you what he's gonna get," the red-faced advisory exclaimed. "Good old fashioned revenge... R-E-V-E-N-G-E."

"Oh, no he won't," the angelic one responded. "Two days from now he'll be feeling... G-U-I-L-T-Y."

Paul shook his head. His face began changing colors as he forgot to breathe. "Ahhh!" he yelled out. "Both of you, go away!" He opened his door and walked as calmly as he could, in the quiet neighborhood, to the front door. He bent over and left the package leaning against the door. As he drove away the little devil jabbed the angel in the backside with his pitchfork. "I win again!"

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

John pulled into his driveway at 2:30 pm. A few Deacons and their wives had invited him out to lunch when they heard Pamela was out of town. As he stepped up onto the porch slab from his walkway, he noticed the package leaning against his door. He picked it up and subconsciously continued his key entry into the house. He locked his door and set his keys on the foyer table. On the way into his family room he flipped the package over several times.

"Hmmm, no name or address. I hope it's not an angry member." Everyone was always quick to complain, whether it was the carpet, music or sermon, but in the past few years they typically came via e-mail. 

He tore open the manila colored envelope and peered inside. The bubble wrap coated interior held a small square, plastic case. John reached inside and pulled it out. Reading through the clear plastic, it simple said, 'Hawaii TEN-O.' Then his eyes grew wider as he looked below the title. Next to where it said, 'Starring Sierra Gold,' someone had written 'AKA Pamela Jennings.'

John opened the case and underneath the DVD was a small piece of paper, folded over. John opened it and read the two typed lines.

THIS DVD MY FAVORITE OF THE THIRTY BY THE ACTRESS, SIERRA GOLD. AS I'M SURE YOU ARE UNAWARE, SHE NOW GOES BY THE NAME, PAMELA JENNINGS. ENJOY!

Several thoughts and questions went through John's mind. 'Pamela never told me she was an actress. Why haven't I seen any of her movies? This can't be real? Did she really change her name?'

John walked over to the DVD player and noticed his hand shaking as he inserted the disk. His last thought as he was backing up to sit on the couch was, 'who left this anonymously?' 

The movie opened with an air shot of the Honolulu cityscape, then quickly panned to people dining beachside and bikini clad women running along the beach. Surfers rode the huge curling waves in the background. The music sounded very similar to what he remembered from reruns of the 1970s show Hawaii Five-O. He thought he remembered them bringing it back to television in 2008. 'Maybe Pamela starred on that show as Sierra Gold,' he thought. 'That would make sense.'

As the title, Hawaii Ten-O, flashed across the screen, John wondered about the name change. He wasn't able to think too long, as the scene quickly changed to police headquarters on the island. A dark haired character, with a chiseled face and bronze tan looked up at the camera. John recalled the original Jack Lord character, but this wasn't him.

"Danno, what's going on with the Won Hung Lo case?"

A younger man responded from the desk across the room. "Well, boss, it seems as is the sex slave trade is alive and well. We've had agents trying to pin him down for months with no luck."

John did a double-take as a beautiful blond in a snug police uniform entered the office with two cups of coffee. The camera zoomed in on her face and there was no doubt in his mind it was Pamela. 

"Here you go boss... and Danno," she winked, "two black Kona coffees."

"Thanks, Kat," McGarrett replied, taking the coffee from her. As the buxom blonde turned to leave, he starred at her ass.

"Kat, hold on a second."

"Sir?"

"I just had an idea on how we can stop the Red Dragon Mafia."

Danno raised an eyebrow. Kat strolled back to his desk.

"Danno, what's Lo's biggest weakness?"

"I don't know Captain, I suppose hot women."

"That's right. He's in the sex slave trade business, but likes to get a little on the side himself, whether legit or not."

He nodded towards Kat. "Lieutenant, this is where you come in."

"Sir?"

"We're gonna set up a sting operation and catch this scumbag once and for all."

"Oh, I'd love to be in on a real sting," Kat cooed.

John watched his wife deliver her lines and thought she sounded like the stereotypical blonde bimbo. 'Who produced this film,' he thought, 'the quality is pretty low.' Then he felt guilty for thinking poorly of his wife.

"We're going to have to move quickly on this. Reports have come in that Lo is hanging around the East side of Waikiki Beach. Apparently he has gang positioned as Time-share salesmen. They lure young unsuspecting women along or in pairs by showing them pictures of amazing properties and offering a free weeks stay if they go to the location and here the 30 minute pitch."

"So what's the catch?" Kat asked.

"The time-share locations are a scam. They take them to a remote area and end up shipping them off to China as sex slaves to the highest bidders."

"Okay, then what's the plan?" Danno asked.

"It's 9 am now. I'll work out the details and we'll meet at a small little used office the precinct owns down at the corner of Prince Edwards Street and Liliuokalani Avenue at 2 pm."

The scene cut away from police headquarters to beautiful bodies laying out on Waikiki Beach. John felt himself staring in amazement at the tiny bikini clad women. His penis twitched and he felt ashamed at being turned on by this sight. This wasn't the type of movie he was used to seeing. The camera then panned up to the streets behind the beach and he saw the Captain, Danno and look around to see if they were being followed and then duck into a door off a quiet side street. 

Inside the three of them stood around a card table with a map of the area spread out. There were red X marks at ten different locations. "Here's the deal," McGarrett began, "Each of these red X's represents an undercover cop with an earpiece ready to move at a moment's notice. Kat, you are going to troll the streets along the beach and look for Asian men selling time-shares."

"What about me, Captain," Danno asked.

"You and I will be a hundred yards away from Kat on either side. I brought binoculars for both of us. Fortunately it's not uncommon for spotters on the beach to be viewing surfer buddies." 

"What happens if I get lucky and one of the salesmen wants to show me the time-share?" Kat asked.

"Then you go along with it. Each of the cops at these X's has a vehicle. We have our vehicle ready to go and..." he hesitated for dramatic affect while reaching into a small back he had brought along. "I had the tech team put a tracking device in the bikini you'll be wearing." McGarrett held up the white pieces of material, and then handed it to Kat. "Go change in the bathroom, we head out in ten minutes."

John gasped as he watched his wife come out of the bathroom. Sunglasses crowned her blond hair and two-inch heeled sandals were on her feet, but it was what was in between that blew him away. Danno whistled on screen as she strode over to them. Her 36D boobs were barely covered by the tiny top. Her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin, white material. She tried to adjust the top as Danno gawked, but if she pulled one way it just revealed more boob on the other side.

"Hey, let's keep it professional," McGarrett said, "She's a cop too."

"Yeah, no problem boss," Danno beamed, then added, "Kat, spin around so we can see the whole disguise."

Kat didn't hesitate and as she spun around, John's mouth dropped as her almost bare ass, which had a small piece of white material covering her crack. 

"You're very convincing, Kat. No one will think you're a cop," McGarrett said. "Now remember, you don't have an ear piece or mic, because... well, to be frank, there isn't a place to hide one. But you don't have anything to worry about. We've got you covered and will swoop in at the right time. Any questions?"

"No sir, you can count on me," Kat replied with a mock salute. 

"Great, then go get 'em!"

Both men on screen and John starred at his wife's ass as she spun around and walked to the door.

The next two minutes of film time were of his wife walking East on Kalakaua Avenue, along Waikiki Beach. Her big breasts bounced with each step. Men's heads turned as she passed. John watched his wife's every move as a tent started to form in his pants.

She saw an Asian man holding a sign that said, "Time-shares in Paradise -50% off for a limited time." Their eyes connected. He smiled. Kat moved in his direction. "Good afternoon, beautiful lady," he said. "Are you enjoying your stay in Oahu?"

"Very much so," Kat responded, batting her eyelashes.

"We are having a special on our time-share units, which ends today. They are close to the city, yet feel remote and provide amazing views of the beach and ocean."

"I've been thinking about getting a place on the island, but everything is so expensive," she said in an attempt to not seem too eager.

"Yes, that is why time-shares are the best. You can schedule one week a year and even increase your time if you find you have more time to stay. Would you like to see one?"

"Well, I don't know, I'm by myself."

"We are one of the most respected time-share operators on the island and get the highest ratings from the BBB."

Kat looked at her watch, "I have friends to meet later tonight. I'm not sure I have the time."

"It is not too far, just around Diamond Head, along Kalanianaole Highway. Our company van is right here. We can be there and back in less than hour."

"Well..." she hesitated.

"There is no commitment due today, but you have to see and sign that you have interest to get the fifty percent discount. I'll tell you what. Why don't you take a look, then you can bring the information back to your friends to show them. They might be interested as well. And then tomorrow you can let me know if you want to move ahead."

"Hmmm... that sounds reasonable. I've always heard time-share salesmen try to pressure you."

"No, no, not our company. We want everyone to be happy with their purchase and tell all their friends."

"That sound fair," she said.

"Just follow me; our van is right over there." He pointed to a white van with a logo on the side that said, 'Oahu Paradise Time-Shares.'

Kat followed him to the van and got in. She looked around nervously as the salesman walked around the front of the van to get inside. Fortunately she knew that the Chief and Danno were watching her every move with a dozen cops waiting to follow her.

As the white van drove along the highway, the camera showed an aerial view of McGarrett and Danno hopping in their cars and following at a safe distance. "Danno, stay back and follow me. We don't want to tip him off. When he pulls off the main highway, I'll continue on and double back. You continue to follow them until the turn off the secondary road. Then pull over and wait for me."

The van slowed and turned left off onto Puuikena Drive, across the street from Kawaikui Beach Park. McGarrett continued on and Danno turned to follow them on the winding road that led up the hill. As they made a bend in the road, they turned in on the first road, Puuikena Place, and Danna drove past a ways and pulled over. 




Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 05



The salesman came to a stop and quickly got out to run around and open Kat's door. "Just this way," he said, pointing at a path that led through some thick foliage. She noticed a temporary sign out front that matched the logo on the van. As if reading her thoughts, he said, "We try to make the time-shares exclusive and private for the owners. The landscaping hides the apartments, but the real views are out back looking down towards the ocean."

He opened the front door and ushered her in. As Kat walked through the door into the foyer area, the camera zoomed in on the salesman locking the door behind him. "Go ahead," he said, "walk into the family room and check out the views."

Outside McGarrett met up with Danno. "What now boss?" Danno asked.

"We need to give them a few minutes to get in over their heads. I suspect Kat will be tied up and locked in a room. If no one exits in the next thirty minutes, we head in. That should give time for the rest of the boys to get here."

The scene shifted inside and John audibly gasped as three other men stepped out from their hiding places. Kat looked them over, and acted surprised, although her character was expecting it.

"Who are you guys?"

"Where the welcoming committee," the tallest and only black man responded with a grin on his face.

"I... I'm here to see the time-share."

The men all laughed.

Kat turned around to see the salesman who had brought her naked and grinning back at her.

John's eyes widened as the scene unfolded. 

"On your knees and suck my dick, bitch," the salesman said.

Kat knew her team was outside, so she did as she was ordered. "Okay, but just don't hurt me."

She dropped to her knees and the Asian man stepped forward. "Open your mouth." She complied and he inserted his cock into her parted lips. 

John watched in bewilderment as the man's erection grew and he grabbed the back of his wife's head to continue sliding his dick in and out. 'What type of movie is this?' 

Two of the other Asians pulled their cocks out and started jerking off near her face. The giant black man left his clothes on reached around to cup and squeeze his wife's big tits that were barely concealed by her swimsuit. His large black hands engulfed her 36D boobs. His fingers dug inter her flesh as he crushed them in his strong grip. Kat moaned softly.

The salesman, who had led her in, pulled his saliva covered cock out of her mouth and the man on her left inserted his cock. The black man untied her top and threw it across the room. With her heaving breasts free, he pinched her erect nipples with his thick fingers, and then roughly pulled them out. 

John watched mesmerized. Several emotions raged within him. He knew it wasn't taking place in real time, yet he felt his face flush with anger wanting to attack the men surrounding his wife. At the same time, his rational side knew she was voluntarily participating in a movie and he felt betrayed. 'Is this what they meant by a porn film?' he asked himself. He felt naïve, but also glad that he had never been exposed to this debauchery. Other questions raced through his mind. 'When was this filmed?' 'Pamela's name was on the credits. Is she a porn star?' 'Is Pamela even her real name?' 'Who is this woman that he married three years ago?'

The muscular black man lifter her up from behind still gripping her boobs. The current Asian with his dick in her mouth plopped out. "Now you can suck a real cock," he said, flashing a bright white smile against his dark chocolate skin. "Unzip my pants and take my cock out," he commanded, as he unbuttoned his yellow and orange Hawaiian shirt. His pecs and abs appeared chiseled into the tight flesh covering his bulging muscles. Kat unzipped his pants and a massive bulge appeared in his orange briefs. Kat's eyes grew larger as she let his pants drop to the floor. While she was acting, her husband's eyes grew wide as he focused in on the massive lump in the man's underwear. 

Kat pulled the band down and a massive cock sprung free, hanging out and down over a fat sac that struggled to contain his big balls. John couldn't believe the size, both in width and length. He had also never seen an uncircumcised penis before. As he watched his wife's delicate hands encircle the massive member he heard a voice he knew was his own utter new words... "Holy shit!"

Kat slowly ran her hands up and down the black shaft to get a sense of its length. She gently pulled the skin back, as it grew in size, and revealed a fat, plum head. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate his size. It still was a tight fit as he thrust forward past her full lips.

John's seemed catatonic as he watched his wife service a penis twice his size in length and girth. He didn't notice as one of the Asian men slipped underneath her until the camera angle changed to show his cock penetrating her pussy. 

"Hmmmmm," she moaned as she slid down his shaft to his balls.

Outside McGarrett and his men had finished gathering and were approaching the front door. As they walked along the cement path an older Asian man with a goatee stepped out in front of them.

"May I help you?"

McGarrett stopped abruptly causing Danno to almost knock his boss over.

"Yeah, were here to investigate a possible kidnapping. Now outta our way!"

The expressionless man's hand went up. "Not so fast," he replied calmly. "Do you have a warrant?"

"What?"

"A warrant. You know, what the Constitution requires before you enter personal property."

"Danno?" McGarrett held out his hand.

"Sorry boss, I didn't think we'd need one."

The man smiled. "No warrant, no enter."

McGarrett's face flushed. "We'll be back."

"Have a good day gentlemen," he replied as they turned and hustled away.

Inside, the second Asian was forcing his cock into Kat's pussy alongside his partner. She moaned as the two cocks stretched her cunt, but it was muffled by the massive member stuffed in her mouth. As the two cocks bottomed out the men began fucking her in rhythm. The giant man pulled his dick out of her mouth. Kat gasped for air as he grabbed his cock like a bat and smacked it against her cheeks. She closed her eyes as the two men fucking her pussy thrust hard one last time.

"Good thing they came in your pussy," he smiled. "Ain't gonna hurt as much when I fuck you."

He reached down under her armpits and lifted her in one swift motion up in the air. Her big breasts mashed flat against his chiseled chest as he pulled her tight against him. The camera switched angles behind her to catch Kat's legs dangling in the air. The black man's rock-hard cock pointed straight up, just a few inches from her gaping pussy. 

He lowered her to the point where his fat cock head was touching her flared pussy lips. John looked at the bulging biceps of the giant holding his wife and grimaced. He didn't want to watch anymore, but the shock and twisted curiosity was like drivers rubber necking at a highway auto accident. His cock head penetrated her still tight opening and she looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Please be gentle."

A bright, white smile spread across his black face as he let her drop down in one violent motion.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out.

John's eyes bulged out, as he cried out with her.

His large black hands held her by her buttocks and lifted her back up. The camera angle from underneath showed the anaconda-like black snake exiting her pussy. After a full ten inches were showing he impaled her again as he dropped her down. Veins in the black man's biceps bulged with each up and down movement. Kat grimaced with each stabbing force. John's fingers dug into the couch as he tried to differentiate wanting to save his wife from the onslaught and the face he was watching a movie she was in of her own volition. 

After five minutes of fucking the scene shifted to Mcgarrett racing from the courthouse with the search warrant back to the time-share house.

Back at the house, Kat was on her hands and knees, the three Asian men were taking turns groping her hanging breasts and fucking her face. The huge black man gripped her hips and thrust in and out of her pussy. He drove into her all the way to his balls and stopped. The camera focused in as he slowly withdrew his cock, covered in Kat's pussy juices. When the large head came out, he gripped his shaft and lifted it up to position it at the tiny entrance to her ass. Kat pulled her head away from the cock that was in her mouth and swiveled her head around as best she could.

"Please..." she pleaded, "Not my ass. I've never done that before."

The black man grinned. 

John grimaced as the massive cock tried to enter her tight sphincter. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh...fuck!" Kat cried out, "You're splitting me in two!"

The black man continued to grin and force his weapon into her ass. He reached down and fingered her pussy to pull out more of her juices and coat the remaining part of his shaft still waiting to enter her. He pulled out an inch, and then tried thrusting forward again. Another thirty seconds and his pubic hair was pressed against her butt cheeks.

"You is one tight bitch," he grunted.

John wanted to get up and turn the video off as his wife was fucked hard and fast by the powerful black man at one end, while the three Asians tugged on her nipples and fucked her face on the other end. The shock was so powerful to his psyche that he remained fixed to the couch. 

Pounding at the door cleared his mind momentarily. He started to get up, and then realized the door pounding was coming from the television.

"Open up, we have a warrant!" A muffled voice yelled.

The four men thrust faster.

"Open up or we're breaking the door down!"

The black man's face contorted and he grunted with a final thrust forward while pulling Kat's hips toward him. One by one the three Asian's jerked their cocks and spurted in Kat's face. The black man pulled out of her ass as McGarrett and the rest of the cops rushed into the room. Their eyes widened as ribbons of cum spewed from the giant cock all over Kat's ass, back and hair.

"All right motherfuckers. Hands up where I can see them. The party's over," McGarrett said. Then he turned to his assistant. "Book 'em Danno!"

The camera panned Kat's pussy that yawned wide open, her stretched ass and the cum all over her face and blond hair. "It's about damn time," she said as she lay there looking up. 

"Sorry about that Kat. Thanks for taking one... actually four, for the team."

"Not funny, Captain. I'm taking the rest of the week off."

The camera panned back outside to the beautiful scenery of the island and the credits began to roll. After seeing Kat, starring as Sierra Gold, John's head drooped and he put his face in his hands.

Outside the family room window, two dark eyes watched the pastor break down in sobs. A crooked grin spread across Paul Gruber's face. 

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x

Author's note. I planned to end the story after Part Five, but a few interesting threads presented themselves and I decided to go down a very different rabbit hole. Stay tuned for Part Six - The definite Ending!



Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 06



John stared straight ahead. An hour had passed since the movie ended. The grumbling in his stomach snapped him out of his trance. John looked at his watch. It was seven o'clock.

'What was she thinking? That was definitely before we got married. Why didn't Pamela... or Sierra... or whatever her name is, tell me? What do I do now?' John rubbed his throbbing head and went to the kitchen to find some aspirin.

'What to do? What to do?' he thought as he popped three Motrin into his mouth and downed it with a glass of water. He picked up his phone and dialed his sister. 'That's where she said she was going; I've got to confront her on this.'

"I'm sorry, the number you dialed is no longer in service. Please check your number and dial again."

He tried several more times with no positive results. 'What in the world is going on?' John looked around the room and saw their laptop open. Normally they closed it when they were done. 'Maybe Pamela used it before leaving,' he thought. He clicked the mouse and noticed the PC was in sleep mode, not off. John nervously moved the mouse up to the History tab and clicked. She hadn't erased it. The most recent websites were Priceline and one for Sandals Regency La Toc resort.

John had looked over Pamela's shoulder once when she logged into her gmail account and typed in "GoldStandard1." There was a confirmation from Priceline that she had purchased a ticket to St. Lucia. 'I can't believe it,' he thought. 'She's left me.'

X x x x x x x x x x x x

Paul's left eye twitched. Hacking into Sierra's e-mail account had been a piece of cake. He quickly looked over what her husband had just seen. "Fucking bitch!" he yelled, slamming his laptop shut. He had the videos and was going to be rich. But the voices in his head still screamed at him, "She fucked you over, by never letting you fuck her! And now she's run off to paradise."

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

John splashed cold water on his face for the third time. He raised his head and looked in the mirror. Red eyes stared back at him. 'What do I do?' he thought. 'Should I file for divorce? The congregation will understand. She deserted me.' A still, small voice from within whispered through the troubled thoughts raging in his head. 'Call, Jim.' 

John grabbed a towel off the rack and wiped his face. He picked up his cell phone and speed-dialed 1. Jim was the head of the Elders at church. John had met him during the search committee's interview process. He was the one person John trusted without question. A man in his late seventies with impeccable integrity blended with years of experience. His sage advice came from patient listening and insightful questions. Above all else, John knew he could trust his loyalty to privacy in all matters. Most of his peers had no one to discuss their struggles. Congregations expected perfection from imperfect men in the pulpit. So, most of them bottled it up until they had an ulcer or nervous break-down.

"Jim, this is John. Do you have a few minutes to talk?"

Jim could hear the shakiness in his pastor's voice. "Sure, John, any time. What's wrong?"

John blurted out, "Pamela's left me and I don't know what to do?"

Jim's confident, yet quiet voice responded. "I'm sure there's more to it than that. Why don't you fill me in on the details?"

John didn't hesitate. He was relieved to have someone he could trust to talk with. Thirty minutes later the most that Jim had said was, "uh huh" and "go on." When he was finished there was silence.

"Well?" John asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Jim response could have been expected. He didn't have an answer, just more questions.

"Do you love her?"

"Yes."

"Has she been faithful to you since you've been married?"

"As far as I know."

"If she hasn't been faithful, would you still want to be married to her?"

"I think so, but I'd need to know why and if she'd change."

"What did you preach on the past two weeks?"

"Jim, you know, you were there. I saw you in your regular spot."

"That's not the question, John."

John exhaled. "On Hosea and his promiscuous wife. God essentially said Israel was whoring around on Him, by not putting him first."

"And?"

"And God told Hosea to go after his wife and take her back into their marriage... and to forgive her."

"An example of God's unconditional love for his people," Jim added.

"So, you think I should go after her?"

"I'm not going to tell you what to do," Jim said. "But you've told me you love her and your preaching God's grace and mercy to your people. I think at the very least you need to find out what drove her to run away. From my time as a psychology professor, I know that individuals that go into the porn industry typically have very troubled upbringings. She obviously had a desire to escape her former life when she met you. She could be having a relapse of some sort or something from her past might have come back to haunt her."

"You're right," John replied. "It would be pretty hypocritical of me not to extend some mercy here."

They were both silent. John waited for his mentor to say something. When he didn't, John added. "Thanks for the counsel, Jim."

"Always here to help, Pastor. I'm just a phone call away."

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

The large black man with the linen pants, Tommy Bahama style shirt and tan pith-style hat, used the key card to open her door. "After you m 'am," he said.

Sierra walked through the door and into the luxury she had seen on the website. The internet with all its wonders couldn't capture what she was looking at live. She strolled through the living room, complete with wrap around white couch, dark wood tables, a wet bar and television and out to the deck area. An infinity pool, large enough to accommodate twenty guests provided the beginning of a view to the harbor and mountains beyond. She walked around the side of the pool and looked over the railing. The drop was hundreds of feet to the rocks and surf below. Sierra's stomach quivered and she stepped back. Heights were not her thing. 

The bell hop went through the vast list of amenities in the expansive living areas, which was known as the Sunset Bluff Millionaire Butler Villas with private pool sanctuary. Sierra heard his deep voice droning in the background, but her mind was a jumble of mixed thoughts. The life she had tried to rebuild was now thousands of miles away, along with her husband.

"M 'am, may I be of further assistance?"

The towering black man face was lit up with a broad, white smile. Sierra, doubted he had anything but sincere intentions, although the past few weeks had reminded her not to trust anyone. She had lost that edge after she had married John.

"No, thank you, I'm fine." She pulled some money out of her purse to tip him.

"No, M' am, the resort is all inclusive, but thank you."

Sierra put away her money as he exited, closing the door behind him.

She made a bee-line for her suitcase. In less than a minute she had discarded her clothes and was pulling up her bikini bottoms. The tiny black material complimented her olive skin and dark hair. Out of habit she started to put on her top, and then stopped. 'What am I doing?' she thought. 'I have the millionaire villa with my own private pool.' She admired her perfect, natural 34D's in the mirror. 'It will be nice to get an all-over tan.' She spun around and strolled to the pool. Her firm uncovered breasts bounced gently with each step. 

The pool was a perfect 88 degrees. Sierra walked in with no hesitation, dropped down so she was fully submerged and then swam under water to the other side. There was a button at the water's edge that simply said, 'service.' She pushed it. In less than 30 seconds there was a knock at her door. The door opened and another black man, dressed in a black suit and tie, with a crisp white shirt. He entered and walked over to the pool. Sierra didn't care that she was naked. Millions had seen her having sex. She stood up and looked him right in the eye. She could feel the light breeze across her nipples and knew they were erect.

"Can you get me a Pina Colada with lots of fruit," she smiled. 

"Yes, M 'am," he replied smartly, "Coming right up." He turned and walked way briskly. 

Sierra turned around and put her arms up on the pool ledge. Her boobs pressed into the side of the pool. She looked out across the resort to the white, beaches and thought back to a time at the beach that changed her life. 

"Hey Sierra, help me get the rest of this stuff out of the jeep."

Sierra ran back from her quick jaunt towards the ocean. This was the post-graduation trip, with her best friend, Amber. Her dad owned a beach house in Morehead City. It had taken them a little over six hours to get there. They'd have a week at the beach together. Her father was going to join them in a few days.

"Come on, girlfriend. Let's get this stuff put away so we can get in our suits and hit the beach," Amber said.

Twenty minutes later they were walking across the sand with diet cokes in one hand and towels in the other. 

"Sierra, you look hot in that red bikini," Amber said, as they laid out their towels. "I'm so jealous of your big boobs."

"Hey, you're not so bad yourself," Sierra replied.

"Yeah, B's are okay, but the guys are gonna be staring at your tits not mine."

They laughed and then ran down to the surf to cool off.

Thirty minutes later two surfer dudes walked up to where they were laid out.

"Hey girls, you just get in town?" the sandy, blond haired one asked.

"Yep, gonna be here all week," Amber answered.

"Cool. This is Tommy," he pointed to his shorter friend with black hair and a subtle Asian look. "I'm Skip."

"Nice to meet both of you," she replied.

"What college do you girls go to?" 

Amber and Sierra locked eyes and smiled. "We're not in school right now?" Amber answered.

"Neither are we," Skip smiled. "Just enjoying the waves and beach life."

Before there could be any awkward silence, Skip continued. "You girls wanna come to the party tonight?"

"Down the beach, corner of New Bern and Club Colony Drive, you can't miss it."

"Cool, we'll be there;" she winked at Sierra, "what time?"

"Any time after nine."

"Later," Skip said. They turned and continued down the beach.

"M 'am? Your drink."

"Huh?" Sierra shook her head, and then turned around. Her personal butler was back with her Pina Colada. She had to wade across the pool, still topless, to get her drink. "Thanks," she said. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Martin, M 'am."

"Thanks, Martin. Bring me another one in about thirty minutes."

"Yes, M 'am."

Sierra took a long sip through the straw. The rum tasted great. She pulled the piece of pineapple off the side of the glass and took a bite. The sweetness exploded in her mouth. 'This is paradise," she thought, as she waded back across the pool to the same ledge. 

Closing her eyes, she drifted back to Morehead City Beach. 

"You're lookin' hot, Sierra!" Amber squealed, as the two excited girls approached the lights and sounds of a party in motion. 

Sierra was by no means a virgin. She had lost her cherry at 15 with a neighbor boy. Her parents were divorced. Her mom worked. She had a lot of time to hook-up with guys. She had a tight white tank that hugged her boobs and pressed them together, creating a long line of cleavage. She wore a short pair of cut-off jeans, with a tear on one of the butt cheeks to show her black, lace panties underneath. Amber had short, brown hair with auburn tints. She was only 5'-2" and where Sierra was striking with her big boobs and long, blond hair, Amber was cute and sassy. 

Several guys turned to look as the two of them sauntered off the beach onto the pool patio. Jimmy Buffet crooned out of the speakers and a tiki hut was manned by a shirtless buy in his baggies. A mix of thirty to forty guests littered the outside area. 

"Hello girls!" a familiar voice cried out above the music from behind them.

They turned around and were greeted by Skip, extending two glasses to them.

Sierra immediately took a sip of the pink liquid. "Hmm... what is it?"

"Love potion number 9," Skip grinned. "Secret family recipe." 

She watched Tommy sneak up behind Amber and put his hands over her eyes, "Guess who?"

"I'm hoping for Tommy Bahama, but I'll settle for Tommy," she answered.

"Wanna get the tour?" he asked.

"Sure," the girls answered together.

Skip took Sierra by the hand and led her towards the house. Amber was right behind her and Tommy was checking out Amber's tight ass as he picked up the rear. Skip introduced several people as they entered through the kitchen. He made his way to the fridge, opened it up and pulled out a clear pitcher filled with the pink drink. Amber and Sierra downed their cups and Skip filled them back up. "Alright, now on to the tour."

Sierra could feel herself getting dizzy as Skip pulled her around the first floor. They had made a full circle back to the kitchen. Skip gave the girls another refill. "One floor down, one to go. You've gotta see the pool room upstairs. It's awesome." 

Sierra blinked a few times to clear her head, and then allowed herself to be led by Tommy. As they headed up the stairs she heard Amber giggling behind her. Tommy was pushing her up the stair by her ass instead of pulling her up. At the top of the stairs they turned left. The first door opened into a large room with a billiard table in the middle. 

They gathered around the table. "So, whose house is this, Skip?" Sierra asked with a slight slur in her words.

"My folks, but they left for Europe for the summer. Tommy and I are living here until college starts back up in August."

"What year you guys in?" Amber asked. 

"We'll be seniors. How 'bout you guys?"

"Sophomores," Amber lied.

"Chapel Hill, State or ECU?" Tommy asked.

"None of those. Way out west. Western Carolina," she lied again.

Sierra went to put her cup down on the pool table and missed. It dropped to the floor. "Shit," she said.

"Hey, no big deal," Skip laughed. "It was empty."

"Change up. I've got a beer fridge up here." He pulled four beers out of a fridge behind a wet bar and opened them up for each of them. "How about a game of pool?"

"I don't even know how to play," Sierra confessed.

"No problem, it will be you and me versus Amber and Tommy. I'll teach you."

"Souds gooood to me," She slurred.

Skip smiled, "Rack 'em, Tommy!"

Tommy reached over and squeezed Amber's boobs. 

"Hey!" she playfully slapped his hands, "He meant the balls." She lowered her eyes down at his crotch, then looked up and winked.

"Watch the master," Skip announced as he stepped up to for the break. 

Crack!

The balls went in every direction. One solid ball dropped in. "High five!" he said, holding up his hand for Sierra.

She slapped at it, stumbled and missed.

"Here," Tommy laughed, "Have some more punch."

Sierra took a swig. She turned back to Skip who was holding out a pool stick for her. He positioned it in her hands then nodded towards the table.

"Whish one do I hit?" 

"Here, I'll point you in the right direction," Skip said.

He put his hands on her hips and positioned her in front of the cue ball. "Okay, now bend over and lineup the end of the stick with the white ball."

Sierra bent over and wiggled her ass at Skip. "Like the vfiew?" she giggled.

Skip slid his hands from her hips up to her slim waist. At the same time he moved forward to whisper instructions in her ear. It wasn't by accident that the front of his shorts was now pressed against Sierra's cute ass. 

"That's it. Now keep a firm grasp on the thick part of the shaft. And let the end slide through your fingers. Do a few practices... in and out, in and out."

Sierra could feel a tingle between her legs as he breathed the words softly. She wiggled her ass slightly until she had his hard cock lined up with the crack of her ass. Then she lifted up and down on her tippy-toes, teasing his dick. "Is that your pool stick, Skip, or are you just happy to see me?" she laughed.

"Now thrust hard," he hissed in her ear.

"Uhh, huh!" she cried out. The stick slid through her fingers and connected with the cue ball. A second later another solid ball went in the corner pocket. She pushed back against his cock with her ass then stood up straight. Sierra thrust her big boobs out. Her nipples were rock hard and clearly visible through the tight material. "I guess I'm a natural."

"I think it was because you had such a great teacher," Skip corrected her.

"Yeah, right." Sierra grabbed her cup of punch and downed it.

Skip perused the table. "Okay, I'll tell you what, Miss Smarty Pants. You make the next shot and I'll announce from the microphone to the entire party that you're the best shot in pool."

"And if I mish it... whish I won't," she added.

"You play the rest of the game in your underwear."

Sierra frowned at him. Then she smiled coyly. "Skip, you dirty boy, you." 

"Come on, Sierra," Amber egged her on. "You can do it."

Sierra looked Skip in the eyes. "You're on."

She looked over her options and slid around the table to get behind the cue ball. Sierra kept one hand on the table to steady herself as she moved around. She bit her lip. None of her options were good. She looked up. Skip was smiling. She stuck her tongue out at him and then leaned over to line up her shot. 

The balls blurred together as she brought her cue stick forward. She heard the sound of her ball connecting, but nothing dropped in the pocket. "Damn it," she swore.

Skip laughed. "Drop 'em."

Sierra decided to make a big deal about dropping her shorts. 'He's not going to get the pleasure of me acting embarrassed,' she thought. Turning around so her back was to Amber and the guys, she unbuttoned her cut-offs. As she slid them down she wiggled her hips. 

The guys whistled. 

With her shorts around her ankles, she stepped out of them and arched her ass towards them. The black lace panties she wore didn't cover her small buttocks. She glanced down at the small triangle of material between her legs. Light brown pussy hair was visible on both sides. 

"Do you want to go for the top next," Skip teased.

Sierra gave him her best 'drop dead' look. "How 'bout getting' me anuther drink," she demanded. 

Skip was happy to oblige. Sierra downed it while the other three took their turns.

The room began to spin, but she distinctly heard Skip say, "your turn."

Sierra steadied herself on the table and looked down. The balls were all blurry. She felt hands on her hips. "Take your time," the voice reassured her, "I'll steady you."

The hands gripped her hips firmly. She felt her hardness of his cock against the crack of her ass again and smiled. She wigged back and forth as she pretended to line up her shot. The hands left her hips and moved to her waist. They didn't stop there. She groaned as they grabbed her large breasts through the material. She felt his hardness between her legs now and slid back and forth on it. Her mouth opened and eyes shut as he pinched her nipples through the fabric. 

Her head down, she looked between her legs, and saw his cock thrusting back and forth across the material covering her pussy. Sierra didn't know what Amber and Tommy were doing, and didn't care. She reached down and grabbed at her shirt bottom and pulled it up over her breasts. It bunched around her neck and her boobs hung free. 

One hand grabbed her breast and she could feel the other pulling her panties aside. His finger rubbed her clit, the juices immediately flowing and covering his finger. He easily slid it into her pussy. "Hmmmmmmm," Sierra moaned, pushing back against it. The other hand left her boob and held her hip. Skip grabbed his stiff cock and ran it back and forth across her pussy opening. Sierra continued moaning until he pressed the head through her wet lips. 




Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 06



"Ahhhhhh, yeah. Give it to me!" She cried out. 

Skip obliged, thrusting forward until his cock was buried in her tight pussy. He grabbed her hips with both hands and began fucking her hard. Sierra's boobs rocked back and forth until one hard thrust pressed her face and boobs down into the felt of the pool table. 

"Spread your legs more!" Skip grunted.

Sierra moved them further apart as Skip drove into her cunt with wild abandon. A minute later he was grunting with his final thrust as he came inside her. Sierra groaned. Her eyes were closed.

"I think she passed out," Tommy said. Sierra heard the words but her arms and legs didn't want to move.

"Help me get her up on the table," Skip said.

Sierra felt her body being lifted and twisted around. Someone pulled her shirt over her head. She felt something stiff enter her pussy. "Hmmmmm," she moaned. Her legs felt rubbery. She let them fall wide apart. Then she felt empty and she felt his hardness at the entrance to her ass. "Oooh... you dirty boy," she managed weakly.

She tried to open her eyes, but she felt so sleepy it was easier to keep them shut. 

Her ass was full and then she felt her pussy being entered. "Hmmm, Gaawd, I feel so full," she moaned.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" She heard a female voice say.

"Come on, Amber. Why don't you join in? Look at those big titties. Feel her up. You know you want to."

Sierra felt two small hands grasp her boobs. At first they massaged her. Then she felt her nipples being squeezed. As her pussy and ass were fucked, she felt lips on her nipples sucking and biting at them. "Ahhhh!" she cried out in her first orgasm.  

She opened her eyes and saw the head of her friend on her chest licking at one nipple while she squeezed her other breast. Below that she saw Skip and Tommy, holding pool sticks. It took her brain a few seconds to register that they were impaling her pussy and ass with them. Skip was simultaneously massaging her clitoris. Before she could object she felt the waves of another orgasm washing over her. 

"Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck!" she cried.

Sierra thrust up against the sticks. Her juices spurt onto the table and all over the front of Skip and Tommy.

"Holy shit," Tommy yelled, "She's a squirter!"

At that point Sierra blacked out. She remembered being helped to a car. Getting inside and slumping over against the door. Then she was in a bed.

"We're back at my place," Amber said.

Sierra tried to open her eyes wider, but it felt better to keep them partially closed.

"Here, drink some water," Amber said, "It may help you not wake up with a headache later."

Sierra sat up. She noticed her naked breasts as she reached out for the water. After she finished drinking it she laid back down on the queen bed. Through the slits of her closing eyes she saw Amber taking off her clothes. The light went out and Amber slid into bed next to her. A tender hand reached up and caressed her breast, while another hand reached around and pulled her closer. 

Sierra didn't have the energy to engage Amber, but she let her friend run her hands all over her body. Her nipples stiffened and she felt a tingle between her legs as Amber gently touched her pussy. The softness was so different from the wild thrusting of the boys. This was the first girl she had every been with. She slowly spread her legs so Amber could continue to explore her womanhood. Her friend's small fingers delicately rubbed her clit. Then another finger darted in and out of her wet pussy. Sierra moaned in response. She was focusing on the sensation between her legs when her friend's mouth brushed against hers. This seemed to awaken all her senses and her energy returned.

Sierra wrapped her arms around her naked friend and pulled her tightly against her, so their breasts were pressed together. Her tongue shot out and entered Amber's mouth. Amber responded urgently, swirling her tongue around Sierra's. 

Thirty minutes later they broke apart, breathing heavily. "Thanks, Sierra," Amber whispered. "You turned me on so much over at Skip's I wanted to have you for myself." 

Sierra squeezed her friend's hand. "It was my pleasure, believe me." 

Amber quietly got out of bed. "My father's supposed to be here tomorrow. I better go to my room." 

Sierra didn't respond. She was already asleep.

She dreamed she was being fucked. Her pussy stretched against a huge cock pressing into her. She moaned as a mouth sucked her nipples. The cock was relentless. Her ass cheeks were gripped by two, large, strong hands. Crushing them in their firm grasp, they pulled her pussy into the stiff object thrusting into her. It felt so real. 

Her moaning woke her up from the deep sleep. Her body was crushed up against a firm body. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist.

"It's okay," the voice said. "Pretend you're asleep." 

"Who is this?" Sierra asked. She knew she should be scared for her life. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was Amber putting her to sleep. But she wasn't afraid. 

"It's Barry. Amber's father," the voice whispered.

Sierra had met Barry. Or Mister Allen, as she called him, several times. He was the most in shape parent she had ever met. 

"I've wanted you from the moment Amber had you over. We're going to be able to do this a lot this week."

Sierra didn't cry out or fight him. She was actually complimented by his words. She briefly wondered if that made her a slut. 'No,' she thought, 'I just like sex and a more experienced man is better at it.' 

"Ma 'm, your drink."

Sierra jerked her head up. "Whoa, you startled me."

"Sorry Ma 'm," he extended the fruity drink to her. 

Sierra handed him the empty glass as she accepted the new one. She lay down on the lounge chair and looked out over the paradise in front of her. Barry had fucked her twice a day. His cock was the biggest one she had been with to that point. And she had loved every minute of it. Amber found out about it on the last day and vowed never to speak to her again. When she returned home she got bored. Her mother gave her hell about being lazy and that it was time to get a job. She naively got on a bus bound for Hollywood and never looked back.

X x x x x x x x x x x x 

John looked out the window of the plane as it circled St. Lucia. Lush green foliage made up the center of the island, with a huge volcanic rock jutting skyward. He had read briefly about the highest peak being Mount Gimie in the Central mountain range, over 3,000 feet above sea level. The two peaks he was viewing as they made their descent, were Gros Piton and Petit Piton on the Southwestern side of the island. The island was outlined by three distinct rings. The first was the white sandy beaches. Next, was a light green ring of water that extended in the shallow waters just off shore. The last ring was the deeper aquamarine color of the Caribbean.

John's stomach ached. He figured it was a combination of jet lag, the descent and wondering what Sierra would say when she saw him. Customs was relatively simple for vacationers from the U.S. Within thirty minutes he had his bag and was in the taxi on the way to the resort. 

He continued to mull over exactly what he would say to his wife. As a pastor he was never at a loss for words, but this had him flummoxed. Before he could fully develop his thoughts, the taxi jerked to a stop.

"Welcome to Sandals," the Valet said as he opened his door. "Let me get your bags, sir."

At first the front desk was confused. Mrs. Jenson hadn't mentioned her husband coming. He showed them his passport, pastor's license and a picture he had in his wallet of the two of them. It put them at ease. His key card in hand, he headed up to the room. He told the bellman to bring his bag up later in the day.

John slid the card into the door. The light switched from red to green. He turned the handle and opened the door an inch. He put his ear up to the door and listened. Silence. He slowly opened the door enough to slip inside. Closing it silently behind him, he looked around the room. Opulence was the word that came to mind. Pamela was nowhere to be seen. He stepped out of his sandals and walked barefoot across the tiled floor. As more of the pool came into view, he saw her on the patio. 

Pamela was stretched out, face up, on a chaise lounge chair. Topless, her heavy, natural, breasts spread to each side of her chest. Sun tan oil glimmered over her bronzed skin. Her eyes were shut. John didn't know if she was asleep or not. He didn't want to startle her by speaking out. Her phone rest on the ground next to her chair. John typed in a message and fifteen seconds later her phone made a custom alert sound.

Pamela reached over and picked up her phone.

LOOK AT THE FRONT DOOR

She turned her head, and then covered her mouth. "John, what are you doing here?"

He approached her slowly. "I was worried about you. I made calls. No one knew where you were. I went on our computer and saw you had made travel reservations."

"I... I can't believe you followed me."

"Pamela, I love you!"

"How much do you know?"

"Everything. Well, probably not everything, but a lot. Someone left a video of you acting under the name Sierra Gold."

"Oh my God," she covered her face.

He put his hand on her warm, bare skin. "It's okay, honey. I don't care about anything you've done in the past. I love the woman I know, regardless of her history."

Pamela looked up. Her eyes wet with tears. "I'm so sorry I deceived you. I never wanted to. But... but, I didn't think you would accept who I used to be. I was trying to run from that person."

"You don't have to run anymore."

"You don't understand, John, there are people that know who I really am."

John squeezed her shoulder. "I don't care. My devotion is to God first and then to the vow I made before him to my wife. While my vocation is as a pastor, if the people haven't been listening over the past few weeks then that's their problem. "

"I don't want to get you fired."

"If they fire me, so be it. But I don't think that's going to happen. Repentance means to turn from your old ways and literally walk in the other direction. You've shown the desire to do that, which is admirable."

Pamela turned on her side. Her boobs shifted and hung down. Despite the serious conversation, John felt himself getting hard. He watched her bite her lip.

"What's wrong?"

She looked down. "I don't deserve you. You've been faithful to me and come after me, but I haven't been faithful to you."

"What do you mean?"

Tears dropped onto her towel. She looked up, but didn't speak.

"Pamela, there's nothing you can say that is going to push me away. But if we're going to move forward we need to be totally honest with each other."

She took a deep breath, and then exhaled. "There were men that wanted to expose me. They said they'd ruin your career. I couldn't let that happen."

"And?"

"I had sex with them. They promised they'd keep things quiet if I did. One man actually filmed it to release and make money off it."

"Hmm... how many men were there?"

"I can't remember. I think six or seven."

"Wow," John said. 

"Do you hate me?" she asked through teary eyes.

"No, I don't hate you. I feel bad for you. Bad that you felt you had to do that to somehow protect me."

She sniffled, but managed a weak smile.

"What?" He grinned.

"I'm just so relieved. I thought running away would solve my problems, but now that I've been able to shine a light on all my dirty laundry and not have you run away... I'm just amazed... and happy."

"I'm glad," John said. "By the way, how are you affording all this? I didn't see any money come out of our checking account."

"Oh, well... while I'm on a roll of being honest, I guess I should tell you. I have a hidden business account where all my pay and royalties go for the films I've done in the past. It's a little over a million dollars."

"Seriously?"

"Yep. I have the place booked for the week. Can you stay?"

John looked around the patio. "Sure! On a pastor's salary you know I could never afford this."

Pamela smiled brightly. You better ditch all those clothes. We have our own private pool to get naked in. And, John..."

"What?"

"When I get happy like this, it makes me really horny. Is that sinful?"

"No. Definitely not," he answered as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Pamela got up and walked as seductively as she could into the water. Turning around she stretched out her arms. "I'm all yours."

John couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. Pamela grinned as he almost tripped stepping out of his underwear. She had barely caused a ripple walking into the water. John created a huge wake as he jogged in and wrapped his arms around his wife.

They locked in an open kiss. Pamela's breasts mashed up against John's chest. He held her face in his hands. She reached down between his legs and grabbed his stiff cock. John moaned as she slowly tugged on his erection.

She tore her mouth away from his and whispered in his ear. "I want to give you all the pleasure you deserve. I'll never have sex with another man again."

John turned her face back to his and thrust his tongue through her parted lips. As he thrust his tongue in and out, like he was fucking her mouth, Pamela rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy. 

"Hmmmm," John moaned.

Pamela pulled away and turned around. "Reach around and grab my tits," she said.

John cupped both of her large orbs. "Yeah, John, like that. Now squeeze them hard!" 

She pushed back with her ass until she felt his erection between the crack of her ass. "Yeah, that's good, now I'm gonna grab your dick and stick it in me." She reached around and pulled his erection down so it was at the opening to her pussy. She made sure the head was in, and then thrust backwards against him. John's cock plowed into his wife.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried out. "Now give it to me hard, John!"

His fingers dug into her boobs as he thrust in and out. Pamela felt free from the life that had caused her to run away. She looked out over the aquamarine waters and the lush, green jungle beyond. All her troubles seemed so far away now. Back in the States. She tuned in to her body and the pleasure she felt being with her husband. Part of that pleasure was coming from her wanting to overload his senses and bring satisfy him. She could sense his urgency and knew he would cum soon. Neither of them heard the door to their room open.

Paul slid through the door. He heard the commotion coming from the patio and walked towards it. He saw the Pastor fucking Sierra from behind. His eyes bore into the man with hatred. 'That should be me.' He looked down at the gun in his hand and grinned.

"Preacher? What the fuck do you think your doin'?"

John froze. The voice startled both of them, but only Pamela recognized it. 

They both looked over their shoulders and saw the gun pointed at them. John let go of his wife's breasts. He pulled out of her pussy and turned around to face the man. Pamela turned around as well.

"Paul, what in the hell are you doing here? And where did you get a gun?"

John turned to look at his wife. "You know this guy?"

"He's the one that wants to profit off the video of me," she answered.

Paul smiled crookedly. "Ahhh... true confessions. It does the body good." He took a few steps forward.

"Why don't you step out of the water, Preacher, and sit down over here." He waved the pistol in the direction of a breakfast table on the patio with two chairs. 

"Paul, you're crazy. Do you know how much trouble you're gonna be in?" Pamela asked.

"Yeah, I don't think so. Our deal was I got to fuck you and I didn't get to do that. So now I'm taking what's mine." He waved towards John. "Get moving, Pastor. Now!"

John stepped out of the water. His dick was no longer erect. Paul watched him until he sat down and then he addressed Pamela. "Here's some rope. Why don't you come out of the water and tie up your hubby."

Pamela hadn't notice the rope before. She didn't think Paul was crazy enough to shoot either of them, yet she never would have thought he'd stalk the two of them down to St. Lucia either. She slowly did as he asked.

"Damn, you're smokin' hot," he said as his eyes covered every inch of her body. Water beaded down her oil covered body. Her nipples stood out erect in the light breeze. 

Paul handed her the rope. As she passed by he slapped her on the ass. "I'm looking forward to gettin' me some of that," he laughed.

Pamela whispered in her husband's ear as she slipped the rope around him. "Flex as hard as you can. We'll get out of this yet."

"That's it. Now tie his wrists behind the chair and his ankles to the chair legs."

"How the hell did you get a gun through security?" Pamela asked, trying to distract him.

"Ha! Not too hard for a software geek like me. The Glock is mostly non-metal parts that can be broken down into small pieces. Mix it in with all sorts of computer parts, across three or four checked bags and it's a piece of cake." 

As she continued wrapping the rope around her husband, she tried to feed into Paul's ego. "It seems like you have everything all figured out."

"Oh, I do," he smiled, walking towards her. Paul checked the knots she had made. "Not bad. I suppose you've had experience tying up a lot of guys."

"Go back over to the lounge chair," he told her. Paul looked at Pastor John. "This is all so ironic. A pastor so naïve he doesn't realize he has a porn star for a wife. I'd kill to be in your position." He stopped to consider what had inadvertently come out of his mouth. "Well, I hope it actually doesn't come to that. But you get my point." 

"You'll never get away with this," John answered him.

"Ooh, contraire, Padre'. I will and I am. She signed a contract with me. I'm just abiding by it." 

"That's bullshit and you know it!" John seethed.

"My, my, a pastor shouldn't talk like that. I took a Viagra pill about thirty minutes ago; just to be sure I'd be able to get my monies worth. I'm letting you have a front row seat to the show. And pastor," Paul said as he turned away, "It's not like she hasn't been with dozens and dozens of other men before."

Paul walked over where Pamela sat on the lounge chair. He set his gun on the table next to them. "Take my cock out and start sucking," he commanded, as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

Pamela leaned forward and unbuckled his belt. She let his pants drop to the ground. The tent in his boxers confirmed he had taken the blue pill. Pamela had years of training in putting on a sexual performance. Her plan was to distract Paul until her husband could get free. She pulled down his boxers.

"Oh my, Paul! What have we here?" she smiled up at him.

He grinned back at her. "Open that pretty little mouth of yours and get to work."

She kissed the tip of his engorged head while moving her hands up his thighs. One hand slipped around to grab his ass and the other tickled his balls. Paul reached down and grabbed one of her breasts and began squeezing it. 

"Hmmm... I actually might enjoy sucking this cock, Paul," she lied. Her tongue darted out and licked at the skin under his cock head. As he moaned she licked the length of his cock from his balls to the tip, then opened her mouth and breathed on him. 

"Just suck it, bitch. Stop teasing."

Pamela wanted to mess with his mind, but not push him too far. She gripped the base of his dick and sucked the head into her warm mouth. Paul moved his hands behind her head and thrust forward while he held her in place. He closed his eyes. Her mouth was now another wet opening for him to fuck. He kept his grip tight and thrust in and out of her mouth. 

Pamela was glad she had honed her skills of not gagging as cocks were rammed down her throat over the years. His wasn't closed to being the biggest she had swallowed. As he thrust into her face, she swirled her tongue around his cocks and sucked. She wasn't able to see around Paul's torso, but hoped John was working his way free.




Sierra's Identity Change Ch. 06



John had relaxed his muscles. There was definitely a gap now in the rope, but it still wasn't going to be easy to break free. He moved his arms back and forth trying to see if one angle might be better than another to create more space for his hands to slip out. His wife sucking another man's dick wasn't helping him relax his muscles and concentrate.

Paul pulled his cock out of Pamela's mouth. She took a deep breath, expecting him to jam it back in again. "Enough of this," he said. "Lay back and spread your legs."

Pamela had adjusted the lounge chair when Paul was checking the ropes so that he would eventually have his back to her husband when he fucked her. She knew it would both hide John's attempt to untie himself, but it would also give him a perfect view of Paul's cock fucking her pussy. 

Paul positioned himself between the goddess of his dreams. Her pussy yawned open from her husband's cock being in it a few minutes ago. Her large, firm breasts were splayed apart. Her mouth parted seductively. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her slit. Pamela looked up into his crazed eyes.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of Sierra Gold!" he announced, like it was the accomplishment of a lifetime. And for Paul Gruber, it was the top of the bucket list. 

John strained with all his might. Like a car wreck, his eyes were locked in on Paul's stiff dick as it pushed into his wife's pussy. He knew the feeling, because he had been there just a few minutes ago. Paul's cock plunged in until his balls rest on her ass. He held on to her boobs. Crushing them with his fingers as he pulled back and thrust into her again. 

"Ooh! Sooo deep! You're killing me, Paul." Pamela had become Sierra Gold again. She decided she this would be the most important acting job of her life. "Fuck me, Paul. Fuck me harder!"

Paul was wide-eyed, drawing on every one of his senses to fully enjoy this moment. He released her tits and grabbed her by the hips to continue his forceful thrusts. He wanted to watch her big boobs fly up and down with every movement he made. Sierra reached through his legs and fondled his balls. Then she gentled pulled on them and twisted. The sensation was driving Paul crazy and he knew he wasn't far from cumming. 

The cords cut into John's wrists as he twisted and pulled in different directions to loosen them enough to pull his hands out. 

"I hope you're getting a good view of this preacher man, because I'm getting ready to blow the biggest load of my life into Sierra's hot pussy!"

He grunted and thrust hard one more time. Sierra squeezed his balls as he came hard. "Ahhhhhhh, shiiiiiiit!" he cried out. Paul shuddered as he felt himself squirting his cum into her pussy. Then he began thrusting in and out again. 

Sierra stole a glance around John as he dropped down on top of her, crushing her breasts. John had one hand out and was frantically working to get his other hand out. She was scared Paul might turn around and see her husband freeing himself. Thinking quickly, she spoke up. "Is that Viagra still keeping you hard, Paul? If so, how 'bout fucking me in the ass!"

Paul came out of his post orgasmic daze and pushed himself up. 'A porn star asking him to fuck her in the ass? This was heaven.' 

"Hell, yes. Turn over Sierra and let me see what you've got."

She quickly rolled over and wiggled her ass at him. Putting her face in the chair cushion, she arched her butt up at him. "Come on, Paul; stick your hard cock in my tight little hole."

His cock was still rock-hard from the Viagra. He ran his hands across her smooth hips and butt cheeks. Before trying her ass, he jabbed himself in and out of her wet pussy a few times, coating himself with both of their juices. Paul smiled as he positioned the head of his glistening cock at her smaller hole. He forced his way in, then gripped her hips again and pulled Sierra into him. 

Sierra acted like she was looking around at Paul, but looked beyond him to her husband. He had both hands free. They made eye contact and she winked before he bent over to work on his legs. She glanced up at Paul who had just bottomed out in her ass.

"Ohhh, yeah, Paul. Your cock is so big in my ass. Slap my ass and fuck me hard. I need to be punished for not letting you do this to me before." 

Paul didn't need any encouragement, but her words caused him to grab hold of her harder. His eyes blazed with lust and the little devil in his mind was screaming, 'Fuck her, Fuck her! Fuck her!'

"Get up on your hands!" Paul yelled. "I want to grab those big boobs of yours and watch them flop around."

Sierra moved up on her hands. She shoved her ass back into him to meet his thrusts. "Is that the hardest you can fuck me, Paul? Come on, spank me! I've been naughty." 

Paul reached around and grabbed her hanging tits. Sierra winced as he crushed the soft flesh in his hands. His body was hunched over pistoning in and out of her ass as fast as he could. Her grunts of pain urged him on.

"Uhh... ouch! Fuck!"

Paul rolled her nipples between his fingers and tugged down on them. He knew making this trip would be worth it, despite the risks. He had fucked her in the pussy, now the ass and he was looking forward to sliding his cock between her big boobs and cumming all over her face, while the preacher man watched. 

Sierra clenched down hard on his cock with her sphincter muscles. She didn't know many men who could hold out long when she did that. 

Paul felt his oncoming orgasm and rose up to better grip Sierra's hips. He slapped her ass with one hand while they thrust against each other. "Oooohhhh, yeaaaaah! I'm gonna dump another load in your wife's ass, preacher man. Your pornstar wife is the best fuck I've..."

Paul didn't finish his sentence.

John's rage had continued to build while he worked at getting loose. His body was coiled like a tight spring as he ran the short distance to the maniac fucking his wife. He bent at the knees and launched his upper body into Paul with a tackle any NFL linebacker would be proud of. 

Paul's body was wrenched out of Sierra's. His stiff cock spewed cum as his body twisted and he flew backwards. The railing would have stopped his momentum, but he was off balance and top heavy. His ass slammed into the top rail and his upper body waivered then carried him over the top. His eyes opened wide and connected with Sierra's, when he realized what was happening.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" He cried out as he flipped over the edge and plummeted to the rocks below.

John and Sierra scrambled over to the railing and looked over. Paul's naked body was bent awkwardly on top of a pile of black, volcanic boulders. His cock was still erect, pointing up at the sky.

X x x x x x x x x x x x x x 

EPILOGUE

The island police arrived. John and Pamela were found innocent of any wrongdoing. The gun was still there, registered to Paul with his fingerprints all over it. The resort felt bad for allowing the perpetrator to get into their room that they comped them a free week in the suite. It gave the two of them time to get reacquainted. Pamela spoke most of the time and John listened. She revealed everything about her past. The dark secrets of her teenage years... her early years in the porn industry... her decision to run from it at the peak of her career, and her decision to move to North Carolina. 

John was gracious in understanding and did his best to reassure her of his unconditional love - something she had never experienced before. After John was caught up on the life of Sierra Gold, they had to decide what to do next. 

Back home the police investigated Paul Gruber and found an entire room dedicated to Sierra Gold. There were life-size photos blown up on the wall, every video she had ever been in, and a clear documented diary of his obsessive stalking. They kept everything as evidence, but turned the most recent videos he had taken to profit on, over to Pamela. 

John and Pamela discussed what they would do next and in the end he supported her decision to start a non-profit business to help girls not only in the porn industry, but girls growing up in broken homes who had turned to prostitution. A friend of hers in the industry, Crissy Moran, had become a Christian, left the industry and after a few years of abstaining from sex all together, got married and had a website dedicated to helping young girls. She reached out to her with her story and they decided they would split the country down the middle and Pamela would run the East Coast outreach. 

Pastor John's congregation was shocked the morning of the big reveal, through his sermon: "Porn star finds Redemption." The title of the sermon in the bulletin was shocking enough, but when John called his wife forward during the middle of the sermon, there was an eerie silence. The surprising contrast to the deafening applause at the end was a relief. John was pleased that the congregation was so accepting of her repentance and vulnerability. 

One of the older women in the church said it best as she came through the receiving line after the service. "If Rahab the prostitute repented, followed God and was an ancestor of Jesus, then your decision is good enough for me."

THE END