My friends always ask me why I take vacations to all inclusive resorts by myself. I always tell them its because I like the alone time on the beach combined with a staff that see to my every need. I tell them i get some of my best thinking done when I'm on an island by myself just relaxing on the beach. But that's just a lie - the real reason I go by myself is to get laid.
There are typically 3 different types of women you'll find at a resort: the married woman there with her husband, the bachelorette party, and the girls only vacation crowd. All of which I've found are open to fucking a hung stranger. If you think about it vacations have this magic air to them. You're away from home, you know nobody on the island, and you'll never run into them again. The mood is already set for no strings attached sex - all I have to do is go out there an advertise.
I find the best billboard for my unique gift is the European style swimsuit. A full blown Speedo would be just overkill. I found the European swimsuit shows off just what I want it to without giving off that creepy Speedoguy vibe. The suit is skin tight and only goes like an inch or two down your legs past the crotch. My suit is a light blue - a great color I've found for letting your package cast just the right kind of shadows to attract the eyes of any girl I walk past.
The first day at the resort is all about seeding the idea in the female populace of the resort that I have a huge dick. I throw on my suit, get my soft cock positioned just right with the shaft pointing to the right side of my body its length almost reaching my hip. My heavy balls hang below and the outline of my enormous cock going to the right paints a picture sure to catch the eye of anyone I walk past. Happy with the way I look I head out to the pool to get my first drink of the trip.
The bar is a swim up with raised steps that take the depth of the pool from 4.5ft (too deep! Nobody can see my cock!) to 3 ft. That height is just perfect for when I order my first drink my business is in complete display to all around the bar. Much to my delight the couple I took a shuttle from the airport to the resort are there - Kristen and Joe. As I found out in the ride over they were coming to Punta Cana to get a break from their 6 month old. The wife was ridiculously cute with shoulder length brown hair and a tight body that you would have never guessed just popped out a kid half a year ago. Immediately I see her eyes glance down at my crotch and widen. Like a guy trying to covertly check out a woman's tits - its obvious and I like it. We engage in small talk and I act oblivious to the fact that she keeps sneaking peeks down below. The bait has been taken now I just need to sit back and let the unlimited free booze take its course. Soon she'll be dreaming up fantasies all involving me leaving her poor husband in the cold. I finish my first drink, get another and say my goodbyes for now. Hope to see you around she says with a smile.
I get out of the pool and do a leisurely circuit around the pool noting the women I see. As usual tons of couples but I spot a couple groups of nothing but women. Groups of 4-8 all floating around each other drinks in hand reading some gossip magazines. I make sure slow my stride as I pass them to make sure they can get a good look. After the pool is surveyed I head to the beach and let the women who saw me think about what it must look like, feel like, taste like. I do actually like sitting alone on the beach so that's how I spend my afternoon.
The evening comes and I grab dinner at one of the many restaurants at the resort. Casually drinking all day has gotten me feeling very good about myself so once I finish dinner I head out towards the resorts "disco". Halfway there I'm stopped by none other than Kristen.
"Oh hey you!" she says in a slurring Midwestern accent. Looks like she's been enjoying the free drinks as much as me. Excellent.
"Hey Kristen, enjoying the resort?"
"Its wonderful! Everyone here is so nice...especially the drinks."
"I hear you. I must be on my tenth mai tai." Time to test the waters, "Where's Joe?"
"Oh he found the casino and is now locked in on Blackjack. I told him I was going to go explore the rest of the resort"
*JACKPOT*
"Well I was about to check out the disco want to join?"
She looks at her now empty drink, "Sure, looks like I need a refill".
We walk to the disco and I can tell there's only one thing on her mind - what's hanging between my legs under my linen pants. I know all the signs, I've seen them before. She's infatuated. I find myself getting hard just thinking about it. Now I have to make a decision - talk about the elephant (cock) in the room or let her get a couple more drinks in her and let her bring it up naturally. I decide to gamble.
"Did you like what you saw?" I ask immediately regretting the cheesiness of my question. It sounded so smooth in my head!
"Huh? Oh...yes. The resort grounds are just amazing." She says cautiously in a voice that says he couldn't possibly be talking about what I think he's talking about.
Fuck it, I'm going for it. "Not the resort. What you saw at the pool bar. I saw you staring at me"
Even drunk and in the dark I can see she turns a deep crimson. She stumbles on her words, "I...ah...um...don't know what you're talking about..."
"Its ok, Kristen. I wouldn't wear it if I didn't want girls looking at it." I smile. Our eyes lock.
"Its just...I've never seen anything like that. That wasn't real right? You stuffed a sock or something in it, right."
I reach down and grab my cock through my pants, letting her see the outline of it. "No socks, very real". With the semi I had going on it looked even larger than it had in the pool. Her jaw sagged. My gambit had paid off - I had her now. "Do you want to see it?"
She blushes again. "No! I can't! I'm married for godsake!"
I give her a smirk and nod to a path to our left that leads to the beach. Wordlessly I walk away heading down the path. Reaching the beach I kick my sandles off and walk over to lounge chair under a large grass shade hut. I lay down in the chair and wait. A minute it later Kristen appears from the darkness. I smile and wordlessly pull my semi-hard cock out of the button fly of my pants.
"Ohmygod!" she whispers as she gets closer. She drops to her knees in the sand to look at it closer but not too close. She she's trying to keep her distance as if once she got caught in its gravitational pull she'd have no choice but to succumb to it. I give it a few slow strokes making it grow even longer, harder, thicker. She inches ever closer.
"Real enough for you?"
She reaches a tentative hand out to touch it. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," her other hand raised to her mouth, "it is real." I wrap her hand completely around my cock. Her fingers stop just short of touching around my massive girth. Instincts take over and she starts to slowly stroke me. I'm going to have to frame that swimsuit and hang it over my mantle one day.
Soon one hand isn't good enough and she's stroking me with both hands one over the other starting with my head and sliding down my shaft to my balls. In no time she has me rock hard. Now at full attention she stops stroking to marvel at the sheer size of it. "That is the biggest cock I've ever seen. My God you're gifted."
Then she dipped her head and took me into her mouth. If I hadn't been buzzing right then from a million free drinks I could have blown my load into her mouth right there. Thankfully for both of us I merely let out a low moan. She took that as an invitation to get up off her knees and straddle the lounge chair I was laying on. She then set about giving me one of the most mindblowing blow jobs of my life. She could only take an inch or two after my head down her throat but she worked my shaft with her hands so exuberantly that I totally forgot her inability to deep throat. Licking her way up and down, cupping my balls. Yes, Joe was a lucky man to have this woman going down on him on the regular. She licked her way up from the base of my shaft to the tip and looked me right in the eyes, "I need this inside me".
To be Continued...
There are typically 3 different types of women you'll find at a resort: the married woman there with her husband, the bachelorette party, and the girls only vacation crowd. All of which I've found are open to fucking a hung stranger. If you think about it vacations have this magic air to them. You're away from home, you know nobody on the island, and you'll never run into them again. The mood is already set for no strings attached sex - all I have to do is go out there an advertise.
I find the best billboard for my unique gift is the European style swimsuit. A full blown Speedo would be just overkill. I found the European swimsuit shows off just what I want it to without giving off that creepy Speedoguy vibe. The suit is skin tight and only goes like an inch or two down your legs past the crotch. My suit is a light blue - a great color I've found for letting your package cast just the right kind of shadows to attract the eyes of any girl I walk past.
The first day at the resort is all about seeding the idea in the female populace of the resort that I have a huge dick. I throw on my suit, get my soft cock positioned just right with the shaft pointing to the right side of my body its length almost reaching my hip. My heavy balls hang below and the outline of my enormous cock going to the right paints a picture sure to catch the eye of anyone I walk past. Happy with the way I look I head out to the pool to get my first drink of the trip.
The bar is a swim up with raised steps that take the depth of the pool from 4.5ft (too deep! Nobody can see my cock!) to 3 ft. That height is just perfect for when I order my first drink my business is in complete display to all around the bar. Much to my delight the couple I took a shuttle from the airport to the resort are there - Kristen and Joe. As I found out in the ride over they were coming to Punta Cana to get a break from their 6 month old. The wife was ridiculously cute with shoulder length brown hair and a tight body that you would have never guessed just popped out a kid half a year ago. Immediately I see her eyes glance down at my crotch and widen. Like a guy trying to covertly check out a woman's tits - its obvious and I like it. We engage in small talk and I act oblivious to the fact that she keeps sneaking peeks down below. The bait has been taken now I just need to sit back and let the unlimited free booze take its course. Soon she'll be dreaming up fantasies all involving me leaving her poor husband in the cold. I finish my first drink, get another and say my goodbyes for now. Hope to see you around she says with a smile.
I get out of the pool and do a leisurely circuit around the pool noting the women I see. As usual tons of couples but I spot a couple groups of nothing but women. Groups of 4-8 all floating around each other drinks in hand reading some gossip magazines. I make sure slow my stride as I pass them to make sure they can get a good look. After the pool is surveyed I head to the beach and let the women who saw me think about what it must look like, feel like, taste like. I do actually like sitting alone on the beach so that's how I spend my afternoon.
The evening comes and I grab dinner at one of the many restaurants at the resort. Casually drinking all day has gotten me feeling very good about myself so once I finish dinner I head out towards the resorts "disco". Halfway there I'm stopped by none other than Kristen.
"Oh hey you!" she says in a slurring Midwestern accent. Looks like she's been enjoying the free drinks as much as me. Excellent.
"Hey Kristen, enjoying the resort?"
"Its wonderful! Everyone here is so nice...especially the drinks."
"I hear you. I must be on my tenth mai tai." Time to test the waters, "Where's Joe?"
"Oh he found the casino and is now locked in on Blackjack. I told him I was going to go explore the rest of the resort"
*JACKPOT*
"Well I was about to check out the disco want to join?"
She looks at her now empty drink, "Sure, looks like I need a refill".
We walk to the disco and I can tell there's only one thing on her mind - what's hanging between my legs under my linen pants. I know all the signs, I've seen them before. She's infatuated. I find myself getting hard just thinking about it. Now I have to make a decision - talk about the elephant (cock) in the room or let her get a couple more drinks in her and let her bring it up naturally. I decide to gamble.
"Did you like what you saw?" I ask immediately regretting the cheesiness of my question. It sounded so smooth in my head!
"Huh? Oh...yes. The resort grounds are just amazing." She says cautiously in a voice that says he couldn't possibly be talking about what I think he's talking about.
Fuck it, I'm going for it. "Not the resort. What you saw at the pool bar. I saw you staring at me"
Even drunk and in the dark I can see she turns a deep crimson. She stumbles on her words, "I...ah...um...don't know what you're talking about..."
"Its ok, Kristen. I wouldn't wear it if I didn't want girls looking at it." I smile. Our eyes lock.
"Its just...I've never seen anything like that. That wasn't real right? You stuffed a sock or something in it, right."
I reach down and grab my cock through my pants, letting her see the outline of it. "No socks, very real". With the semi I had going on it looked even larger than it had in the pool. Her jaw sagged. My gambit had paid off - I had her now. "Do you want to see it?"
She blushes again. "No! I can't! I'm married for godsake!"
I give her a smirk and nod to a path to our left that leads to the beach. Wordlessly I walk away heading down the path. Reaching the beach I kick my sandles off and walk over to lounge chair under a large grass shade hut. I lay down in the chair and wait. A minute it later Kristen appears from the darkness. I smile and wordlessly pull my semi-hard cock out of the button fly of my pants.
"Ohmygod!" she whispers as she gets closer. She drops to her knees in the sand to look at it closer but not too close. She she's trying to keep her distance as if once she got caught in its gravitational pull she'd have no choice but to succumb to it. I give it a few slow strokes making it grow even longer, harder, thicker. She inches ever closer.
"Real enough for you?"
She reaches a tentative hand out to touch it. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," her other hand raised to her mouth, "it is real." I wrap her hand completely around my cock. Her fingers stop just short of touching around my massive girth. Instincts take over and she starts to slowly stroke me. I'm going to have to frame that swimsuit and hang it over my mantle one day.
Soon one hand isn't good enough and she's stroking me with both hands one over the other starting with my head and sliding down my shaft to my balls. In no time she has me rock hard. Now at full attention she stops stroking to marvel at the sheer size of it. "That is the biggest cock I've ever seen. My God you're gifted."
Then she dipped her head and took me into her mouth. If I hadn't been buzzing right then from a million free drinks I could have blown my load into her mouth right there. Thankfully for both of us I merely let out a low moan. She took that as an invitation to get up off her knees and straddle the lounge chair I was laying on. She then set about giving me one of the most mindblowing blow jobs of my life. She could only take an inch or two after my head down her throat but she worked my shaft with her hands so exuberantly that I totally forgot her inability to deep throat. Licking her way up and down, cupping my balls. Yes, Joe was a lucky man to have this woman going down on him on the regular. She licked her way up from the base of my shaft to the tip and looked me right in the eyes, "I need this inside me".
To be Continued...
