The Black Rooster Resort
Copyright© 2025 by Eeric Stories
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A reporter for Molly Magazine visits the exclusive resort.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Cuckold Wife Watching Wimp Husband Interracial Black Male White Female Oriental Female
Shelby Harrington and Jennie Park were on the highway, about to make the turn onto the road leading to the Black Rooster Resort. They were singing along to pop star Cristal’s latest hit.
“And then you take me home...” The song on the radio eased down as it led up to the chorus. Shelby tapped on the steering wheel as she and Jennie smiled at each other, knowing that the line was coming up.
“and You Fill Me Up...” Shelby and Jennie sang out as the chorus started. Jennie raised her arms and moved her body to the beat. Her perky breasts bounced up and down in her snug and low-cut tube top as she moved. Shelby raised one of her hands from the steering wheel and moved along to the song.
“God, the music video is so good for this song,” Shelby said as the song came to an end.
“You mean the video or the sexy black guy in the video?” Jennie smiled over at her friend.
“Well...” Shelby smiled as they both giggled.
The two young women thought of one particular scene in Cristal’s music video for the song they had just listened to. In the scene, Cristal is on her hands and knees. She’s naked. Her body glistens with oil. Behind her is this super sexy black guy. He is completely naked. His muscled body shines, as does the huge erection between his legs. As Cristal looks up and sings, “You Fill Me Up” the black guy shoves his big black cock into Cristal’s tight pussy, and she moans right into the camera as the music picks up.
“You think Cristal ever saw him behind the scenes?” Jennie looked over at Shelby.
“I think Kendra interviewed Jévon after the music video came out...” Shelby began.
“Jévon, huh?” Jennie smiled, teasing her friend.
“Hey, so I follow him on Twitter.” Shelby smiled.
Shelby wasn’t the only woman who found Jévon super hot. After Cristal’s music video came out, his Twitter account had exploded with almost two hundred thousand new followers, most of them women. His Twitter was filled with pictures of him mingling with celebrities and posing with beautiful and often naked women. His latest tweet was a short video of him watching a ballgame with television host Gunner Haskell at his house.
“Having a great time watching the game with my friend Gunner...” Jévon panned his phone away from the sixty-inch television, which showed the football game, to Gunner, who waved.
“Hey.” The fair-haired and bearded Gunner smiled as Jévon panned his phone down to Gunner’s wife and small-time actress Amber Marks-Haskell.
“and his wife, Amber.” Amber was down on her knees sucking Jévon’s big black cock.
“Hey.” She smiled and waved into the camera as she kept stroking his cock with her other hand.
The clip ended with a shot of Jévon, who nodded and smiled into the camera.
“Anyway, when Kendra interviewed him, he told her that he had seen Cristal a few more times after the video. You should definitely check out the interview, it was very ... good.” Shelby smiled.
“Way ahead of you.” Jennie had picked up her phone and gone to Kendra’s website, where she had all of her interviews.
“Oh my.” Jennie smiled. She had scrolled to the point in the video where Kendra was on her stomach, her thick black butt was up in the air, and Jévon was slamming her pussy hard.
Last year, Kendra had made quite the splash in popular television when her self-titled show “Kendra” aired for the first time. It was her interviews with up-and-coming black men, in all fields of entertainment, that had made the show a success. Kendra would start the interview in an often snug and very sexy outfit. Over the course of the interview, the sensuous black woman would take off a piece of clothing, and when she was completely nude, the interview would continue in a bedroom setting.
“She sure knows how to interview.” Jennie felt her nipples harden as she watched the video.
“She sure does.” Shelby smiled.
“Oh, guess we are here.” Shelby saw the amazing-looking hotel of the Black Rooster Resort appear around the corner.
“Wow.” Jennie looked out of her window.
Though the hotel was wide and large, it was only a small part of the resort. The grounds of the resort encompassed a lake with a sandy white beach. Several pool areas, both indoor and outdoor. Spas, restaurants, bars, gyms, and dance halls. It was basically its own community.
As Shelby slowly drove them up to the front of the hotel, they passed quite a few guests who were either walking up to, or down the small paths next to the hotel. The guests were all wearing bikinis or other types of skimpy clothing items. Some of the women, who were walking alongside black men, were even topless.
“You can say that again.” Shelby smiled as she looked over at one hot and bare-chested black man, who walked and smiled with his arms around the waists of two cheerful and half-naked women.
Just as Shelby pulled up to the front of the hotel, a valet came over and opened the car door for her.
“May I park your car for you, miss?” The rather scrawny and brown haired guy appeared to be in his early twenties. He kind of reminded Shelby of her boyfriend Ben, whom she had promised to call when she got to the resort. He was somewhat of a worrier.
“Sure, we just have some bags to get first,” Shelby told him.
“Of course.” The valet waved his hand as a bellhop came over. The guy looked to be a couple of years older than the valet. He was perhaps in his mid-twenties. He wore the full bellhop outfit, including the small hat.
“Oh no, you don’t, that’s my camera equipment,” Jennie said as the bellhop reached for her bags in the back seat.
“Sorry, miss, my mistake.” He apologized and asked if he could take Shelby’s bags instead, which she gladly handed him.
“Going to be quite the week.” Shelby looked over at Jennie, who hung the strap of her camera bag over her shoulder.
“Sure is.” She smiled as the two of them walked through the doors to the hotel.
“Wow.” Jennie once again gasped when they entered the large foyer. It had a very classic yet modern feel to it. There was a round pool in the middle of the foyer that was made out of marble.
In the center of the pool, there was a statue of a nude black man, gazing upwards with a confident look on his face. It was a replica of Michelangelo’s Marcus, which depicted the black man. The statue showed a man who was strong, muscled, and had a huge cock that hung down between his legs. To further bolster the view of the black man, Michelangelo had put in two nude women who were holding onto Marcus’s legs, looking up at him in admiration. The woman on the left is said to have been Michelangelo’s wife, Giuliana.
Michelangelo’s statue of Marcus was quite the contrast to his statue of David, which depicted the white man. The statue of David showed a nude man with a flabby body, who had a small and flaccid penis.
“Eh, Miss Harrington?” Shelby and Jennie turned and saw a tall and slender woman waving at them. The blonde and curly-haired woman wore glasses along with a business blouse and a long skirt. Her blouse was partially unbuttoned in the front, showing off her small and perky breasts. In her hand, she had a notebook, which she dropped as she clumsily almost bumped into some people on her way over to Shelby and Jennie.
“Yes.” Shelby looked over at the woman, who took a deep breath.
“Phew, I’m so glad I didn’t miss you, it’s been a hectic few days.”
“Oh, sorry, I’m Henrietta Conley, I’m the assistant manager of the resort.” Henrietta introduced herself.
“I can’t tell you how exciting I was to hear that our resort was going to be featured in Molly. I myself have been a subscriber for almost seven years now.” Henrietta smiled.
Molly Magazine had been the most popular magazine for women for the past fifty years. It was adored by housewives and businesswomen alike. It had even started to get a rather big following in the younger women’s demographic as well.
“Thank you, Miss Conley...” Shelby smiled.
Shelby almost couldn’t believe it when her editor told her that she had been assigned to do such a prestigious feature for the Magazine. A feature she intended to knock out of the park.
“Oh, please call me Henrietta.”
“Well, then you must call me Shelby.” Shelby smiled at the overly energetic Henrietta and looked over at Jennie.
“This is my photographer, Jennie Park.”
“It’s a pleasure, Miss Park.” Henrietta shook Jennie’s hand.
“Hi, the architecture and lighting here are amazing, mind if I take some photos?” Jennie asked her.
“Oh, of course not. It is quite the hotel, isn’t it?” Henrietta looked over at Jennie with a proud glint in her eye at the hotel.
“Oh, and here’s a list of all the events at the resort during your stay. You will, of course, have full access to all of them.” Henrietta handed Shelby a three-page list.
“And if there is anything you need, here’s my private number. I’m reachable twenty-four seven,” Henrietta told them.
“That’s very kind of you, Henrietta.” Shelby smiled when she saw Henrietta glance past her at something.
“Hi, Mr. Ford.” Henrietta brushed her hair back over her ear when she looked at the muscle-bound black man walk by in his red lifeguard shorts.
“Miss Henrietta.” Bryant Ford gave Henrietta a small nod and smile.
Oh gosh... Henrietta gently ran her teeth over her lower lip as she turned and watched him walk through the hotel. Her hand found its way up to her chest, and she lightly squeezed her soft breast.
“Quite the man.” Shelby leaned in and smiled.
“Oh yes.” Henrietta had quite the dreamy look on her face.
“Oh, sorry ... I ... Ehm...” Henrietta felt a bit embarrassed as Shelby smiled and giggled to herself.
“Ehm, I also took the liberty and bumped the two of you up to the VIP suite on the third floor.” Henrietta managed to regain her somewhat professional self and reached over and gave Shelby the room key.
“Oh wow, thank you.” Shelby wasn’t really used to such treatment.
“Don’t mention it.” Henrietta smiled as she glanced over at her watch.
“I hope you don’t find it rude of me if I leave you with Steven.” Henrietta looked at the bellhop who stood behind Shelby and Jennie with their bags.
“I’m so late for a meeting...” Henrietta looked apologetic.