The Resort

[Felix80]

Rugby players say American Football players are weak because they wear pads. When two 300+ behemoths smash into each other with all their might, something has to give. In this case, it was Jack's leg.

Standing at six foot eight and weighing in at nearly four hundred pounds with 0.05% body fat, Jack was a beast of a man. In the office season he played basketball and entered bodybuilding contests. To say he was in excellent shape was a drastic understatement.

That is, until a few months ago. It was a playoff game of Jack's rookie year, and on the final drive of the game he got tackled by the other team and it turns out he broke his leg. Simple break to the femur.

He was cooped up in his house for nearly three months, then another month of physical therapy, and he had enough. He was walking now, slowly, and Jack needed a change of pace. He found a private resort down in the Florida keys that had a physical therapist/masseur on staff. One plane ride later he was in the Caribbean with a single bag of luggage and was way to happy to be out of the house.

He checked into his room and changed into a T-shirt that was tight enough to show off every muscle he'd built in the gym, and a parlor of swim trunks that were a little smaller than he remembered. The log that swung between his legs was not going to fit too well in the normal crotch department so he slipped the beast down the leg of his trunks. The head of his cock had less than a centimeter from the bottom of the shorts. If he got aroused he would put on quite a show, but that shouldn't be a problem. It was just physical therapy after all.

He walked into the physical therapist's office fifteen minutes early.

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Ooc: Closed

 

[BustyGymBimbo]

Katie Kane wasn't the brightest of women who worked at the Resort. But she definitely was the hottest. Being in her late 20s she had the body (and some people rumored) the brain of a bimbo. Being a masseuse as well as a yoga teacher she was build like possibly the wet dream of any guy on the planet. At 5'5'' and 150lbs, she was light enough to get carried around by those musclebound guys she loved to fuck and date (on occasion, she was rather jumping from relationship to relationship, sometimes even from ONS to ONS), but also fit enough to withstand even the most passionate and hardcore fuck sessions. She loved hard sex, as much as she loved those guys that could give her what she wanted (namely to scream and squeal as she squirted her brains out) : massively muscular studs who were moreover hung like a horse. Too bad there werent that many guys around that fit her rather picky dating profile, so she was immediately all over every guy who had a log the size of a baguette at least between his legs and a body that could rival Arnie.
Her next customer, she had heard from her boss, a middle aged MILF who thought she was hotter than Katie but definitely wasn't, was a pro football player, apparently. She had fucked one or two of them, but with mixed experienced. Sure they had the strength to truly give it to her, but apparently it wasn't for a football player to be hung.. She could only hope.
She had nevertheless put on of her more skimpier outfits. An almost skin-tight white tank top and white skirt that hugged her feminine hourglass body perfectly and pronounced every curve. Her 32GG tits especially were seemingly about to rip the fabric of ther top to pieces as the tried to get as much free space as possible, resulting in an obscene cleavage and barely covered tits. Just as she liked it.

 

[Felix80]

Not that Jack noticed, but he was standing in a reception area, a waiting room if you will. There were a few chairs, nothing fancy or exorbitant, but not cheap either. A few informational posters on the wall, one with a woman in a not quite lewd pose with the word "Namaste!" and some other poses drawn underneath it. There was a counter and a door to what was likely the main area that might have a therapy room, or a yoga area, or some other appropriate facilities, like a whirlpool bath, or jacuzzi, or whatever.

Jack didn't even notice the door close behind him. He was caught off guard by the woman in the room. She was tits. Her tits were her. She tits the tits. Fuck, each one was as big as her head, maybe bigger. They were prevalently and purposefully being put on display in a white tank top that was stretched so thin he could easily see every nook and cranny of her nipples. The tank top was also pushing her tits together, constraining them, making the excess flesh bulge out around the confining fabric. He wasn't sure if she would be more alluring naked then she was in the tit top. Tank top. His own white t-shirt was tight, and revealing, but she was far and away the lewder of the two.

Her skirt was just as much of a tease. A tight white strip of fabric that hugged her generous 'ass'ets. He couldn't see her rear, but if he had to guess he would assume the so-called 'skirt' didn't cover the bottom of her ass. It was so short in the front he was convinced her pussy hair would be visible if she was not clean shaven. He did want to find out if she was clean shaven. Or if she even bothered to wear panties.

Fuck was she the physical therapist or a prostitute? Or just a girl going out to a club in the middle of the day? What kind of resort was this? If every girl who was this hot dressed like that no work would ever get done anywhere, ever on the face of the earth!

Jack stared for less than a minute, unaware of the impact she was having on him. Just looking at this living sex toy was making him hard. Unfortunately, he was not wearing good clothes to hide his erection. Not that there were any good clothes to hide Jack's erection. His cock was noticeable against his leg in the tight trunks he wore while it was flacid. Not obvious, but noticeable. As he stared at the gorgeous fuck meat putting herself on display in front of him, his cock began to grow. blood was rushing in and filling blood vessels. It grew thicker and longer. His cock, already nearly at the end of his trunks, was now poking it's uncut head out of the leg of his trunks. It grew thicker, going from the width of a Red Bull to the width of a Coke can. It was prominently on display, making as much of a lewd presentation as the girl's tits. Maybe it was even lewder. His cockhead was revealed, the monstrous tip of his bulbous head, while she was technically not indecently exposed.

Jack shook his head and cleared his throat, forcing himself to gain some composure. He shot the girl a mega-watt smile.

"Hi, my name is Jack. I'm looking for the physical therapist. Am I in the right place?"

 

[BustyGymBimbo]

Katies reaction to seeing him for the first time was very similar to his. She froze in her movement and wasnt able to do anything else but stare.
She had wondered if that football player would be any good. To hype herself up for the job she had tried to talk herself into that he definitely would be handsome and well build - and probably even hung.
But this? This?! Now, this, she didn't expect. What she got treated to was probably the epitome of masculinity, the human incarnation of a God - the God of Sex and Male Fertility!

Being well aware of how she looked and knowing full well how to work with the mesmerizing body she got, had resulted in her being always the one who in the end was the one who held the reigns over any guy, even if she was a 6 foot behemoth of a men with a foot long cock. She knew how to make men follow her command and do what she wanted, even if meant that they were (in their point of view) still in control - she had realized very early that acting the part of a submissive bimbo brought in the most amount of willing studs, and once they danced to her command, couldnt withstand her mesmerizing tits and bimbo body, seductive glances and slutty flirtatious talk, she had them.
Often she still let them be on top and be the dominant partner as they tried their best to fuck her silly. Why would she do all the work? If they wanted to fuck her, they better put their muscular bodies and huge cocks where their mouths are. Only here and there, especially if it was a lesser stud, she would take command and bounce her studs cock like a true cowgirl, often resulting in them taping out even sooner and leaving her feeling good but not fully satisfied. Speaking of fully satisfied: Yes, she was a girl who was talkative in bed, often genuine as she was a screamer, as well as a woman who squirted a lot. To be fair, the type of studs she sought out to share the bed with were usually the best of the best, so her not cumming at least a dozen time would be a very disappointing evening. However, it also takes a lot of orgasms, especially hard, leg shaking ones for her to feel fully satisfied. Hence, only one in every 10 studs she would hook up with was able to at least bring her to the point of satisfaction. Only two times in her life, she truly had been fucked senseless.

And those two phenomenal bulls could rival the one standing in front of her. But would have probably lost.

It took a few seconds for her the collect herself again, her gaze lingering on his perfectly sculped muscular body, that handsome, masculine face and last but not least: his immense horse-cock that had to be more than a foot long now and from the looks of it wasnt even close of being fully hard; its might cockhead even invitingly sticking out of his far too short pants.

"Ye..Yess. This is... therapy- physical therapy. I .. I am ... so hot- the substitute for Ms Candy.", she uttered, unable to put out simple phrases at first.

 

[Felix80]

Jack smiled at the substitute for Ms. Candy's words. She was fumbling her words worse than he was. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to be smashing her pussy flat. That she was staring at his crotch helped reinforce that assessment.

Jack turned behind him and made sure the door was shut behind him. He was going to lock it but realized this was the reception area, there was probably somewhere private they could go. He would make sure that door was locked.

Walking over toward the living piece of fuck meat he looked the girl up and down noticeably stopping at her overflowing breasts and ass. And he let her see him looking her over, lusting at her extremely fuckable body.

Jack stopped about a foot and a half away from her, close enough for intimacy, but not too close to intimidate. Of course, being a foot and a half away from her meant he was only a foot or so away from her titanic tits, giving him an even better view of her hard nipples. He imagined putting his hard cock between the watermelons on her chest and fucking her mouth with his cock head. Then again... He looked at her mouth. Her mouth might be too small to fit his cock head into. He grinned. It would be fun finding out.

His own cock was still growing, getting thicker and longer. Jack could feel it straining against his trunks. His head was fully free of the swimsuit now, the foreskin starting to retract, but still covering the entire purple head of his monster. With him being six foot seven and her being so short he was pretty sure he could to fuck her standing up.

It was something they would have to try.

"You certainly are hot," Jack replied, smiling at the girl. "So down to business then. I'm rehabbing a broken leg. I want to smash hard and fast to get back into my rhythm, but I know if I go too hard I could re-injure myself. Your job, when I'm smashing with you, is to make sure I'm not pounding too hard."

He grinned at the double entendres, unsubtle as they were. He was making his intentions known.

"Maybe we could go somewhere private to discuss this, Miss?"

 

[BustyGymBimbo]

His body that close to hers, she could practically feel his sheer masculinity and power vibrating in the air. And it made her unimaginably horny and hungry for him. Yet, even though she was only the substitute and a bimbo, she still somehow managed to keep her restraint and "professional" nature, as she was working (not that she really took her job seriously, it was more of a summer job) and in a place she wouldn't really call private. Not yet at least.
One of the therapy rooms had a retractable bed. Not big, and definitely not sturdy enough to survive whatever was soon about to happen on it, but at least comfortable enough. And it's instability and loud nature would actually make the fucking even more hotter.

However, for now they were still in the lobby, dressed (semi) and their bodies, while rather close next to each other, weren't yet slamming into each other.
Having survived the initial shock of his entrance, words now came easier to her and she really could put to good use her seductive, flirtatious mouth she was infamous for. "Oh with a girl like me you don't need to worry about pounding too hard. But..", she looked down, pressed one of her fingers against his 8-pack and let it slide over its incredibly hard and define muscles with a soft yet purposeful touch as she was now only a few inches away from him and her massive, jawdropping milk tanks starting to become more and more irresistible. She was sure even, that with that close to her, he could from his elevated sight look behind her back and see the two perfect globes of her bubblebutt sticking out around two thirds the way from her body as her tits did. What a sight that had to be, to be able to see all feminine features she got to offer like that.
"... if you go to hard, I will tell you. Though I might just tell you to go even harder..."

Her confidence and extreme nature seemed to impress him which in turn turned her on even more. "And yes, *obviously*... I know a room we can try.. It even has a retractable bed."

 

[Felix80]

"Oh with a girl like me you don't need to worry about pounding too hard. But.."

Jack raised an eyebrow and nodded as the girl ran her finger down his abs, tracing his eight-pack. Clearly the overt sexuality in his comment had been to restrained. This little sex toy was ready to fuck. He wouldn't be surprised if she went face down, ass up right here

"... if you go too hard, I will tell you. Though I might just tell you to go even harder..."

Oh yeah. It was definitely time to fuck. Jack felt his cock throb, straining against his shorts. Someone was eager to meet her.

"And yes, *obviously*... I know a room we can try.. It even has a retractable bed."

The girl turned and went through a door, Jack followed her, his eyes glued to her ass as it swayed from sode-to-side. He was going to tear that up. He glanced up, making sure they were alone in the hall, then closed the door to the reception area. He closed the distance between them and grabbed her ass with both hands, giving each ass cheek one hell of a squeeze with his large hands. The fucking dress was in the way. It was so tight on her that Jack couldn't spread her cheeks like he wanted to.

Moving his hands to the sides of her bubble butt, Jack pressed her cheeks together as he took a half step forward and pressed his cock between her ass cheeks. His cock was still stuck in his trunks leg so it pressed against her length wise, giving her a feel of his shaft against her skirt constrained derriere. His cock had grown so now the entire cockhead was outside of his trunks, the foreskin retracted enough so some of the purple head underneath was exposed.

Jack released her, giving her ass a quick slap, making her cheeks clap against his tool. He grinned. It had been a thoroughly naughty act, giving the girl an erotic preview of coming events, but if there had been anyone in the hall they wouldn't have been able to see anything more then Jack bumping into the girl from behind.

"I am going to tear this pussy up," Jack half growled, half whispered in her ear, then took a step back and spoke in a loud, clear voice, "Which room are we going to for PT?"

 

[BustyGymBimbo]

"I am going to tear this pussy up."
That and their intimate, passionate moment a few seconds ago where his massive, hard bulge had pressed against her equally as massive and impressive bubble-butt with his large, strong, manly hands groping and exploring her fabulous behind (she was wondering now if he would treat her even larger mega titties with a similar passion and eagerness) ... where was she?
Right, she was fucking horny. It was so time to finally get somewhere more comfortable and as she had told him earlier, she knew exactly what sort of place they needed.

"This way", she just responded, turning around very slowly and methodically to guide his glance from her gorgeous face to her beautiful neck, than her fit if not muscular back, her slender but sturdy waist and finally those two globes of mesmerizing almost hypnotizing perfect gym bimbo ass which she now proudly jiggled and swung from side two side as she started walked, swinging her feminine hips. She knew also, that from this position he could also see her gorgeous hair fall down her back and the outlines of her tits that were so big they could be seen jutting outwards from behind.
"Its only a short walk."

Guiding him practically with her bimbo physique (mainly her behind), she could feel his presence behind and she realized she had both never felt any hotter and safer than his.
They entered through a small wooden door into a dimly lit corridor where relaxing music played through hidden speakers. At the back there was a room with the number "69" - of course it had that number. In front of it she stopped. "Here we are", she revealed triumphant with a slutty expression on her face. She knew that only moments kept her from his collosal cock.

With a soft push against the door, it opened, revealing a small but warmly lit physical therapy room, decorated with Chinese and Buddhist sculptures. In the center there was a medium sized and not quite comfortable looking therapy table where jack would have had his lessons if the "therapist" had actually not been a bimbo.
Said retractable bed was a bit hidden: In the back of the room was a wooden, mobile, Asian-looking fold-able wall on which the shadowy silhouette of the small bed behind the wall could be seen.

(I hope this makes sense)

 

[Felix80]

Jack enjoyed watching the girl's body move. Every breath she took made her tits jiggle, and every step had her whole body moving in a symphony of sex appeal. What was the old expression - "I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave?" Her tits were so big he could see the edges of them on either side of her, bouncing back and forth unrestricted by a bra in her tank top. Jack grinned, lust consuming him, knowing he was about to fuck her, imagining pounding her in a thousand different positions...

Alright, so she'd probably get one orgasm in, maybe two, before she was too sore to continue, and Jack wouldn't even get his rocks off. But hey, when a girl didn't want to be fucked in her pussy anymore, he would usually just jerk off on her face. And in this case, this girl, whatever her name was, had a great pair of tits he could fuck too. Win-win.

She stopped at a door numbered '69.' Of course it was room '69.' There probably wasn't even a dozen rooms in this facility, let alone sixty-nine rooms. She turned and looked up, and up, at Jack's face. The lust in her eyes was driving him mad. While she said, "Here we are." he considered taking her there, in the hall, up against the door. He stepped forward to press his body against hers, but she had the door open already. There were a few sculptures along the walls, a standard therapy table in the center of the room, and a foldable privacy screen that was thin enough to allow shadows to be seen through it, but not completely transparent. Was translucent the right word? Probably something like that.

Jack took the mystery bimbo's hand as he stepped through the door, pulling her with him and directing her toward the table. He stopped short himself, turning quickly to close the door and bolt it shut so they wouldn't be disturbed. He turned back to the girl, a wicked, lustful grin on his face. He reached his hands out, seemingly for her tits, but instead grabbed her shoulders. He turned her so she faced the therapy table, pushed her forward, gently but firmly, until her hips bumped the table. His grip shifted, one hand moving to the small of her back while the other came down and gave her a solid smack on her ample ass. He pushed her down, laying her lengthwise across the table so her tits were mashed against it, but her head was free. At the other end of her body the scrap of fabric people would call a dress clung to her ass, but with her bent over the table, it exposed her pussy to the open air.

Jack wasn't using enough force to hurt her, or even to stop her from escaping. He was guiding this willing slut with his hands. He wasn't using enough force to keep her from escaping if she changed her mind. Gentle, but firm.

Keeping a hand on the small of her back, Jack used his other hand to hitch her dress up slightly. He pushed gently on her inner right thigh then her left, motioning her to spread her legs a bit, to give him access. Then he took a glance at her pussy. part of him was hoping it would be bare, and another part of him was excited to see the white thong there, tantalizing and revealing all at the same time. Every drop of her wetness, her arousal would be recorded on that scrap of fabric between her legs.

Jack moved his free hand to her pussy and pressed it firmly against the thong, letting her feel his large, strong hand up against her most intimate area, separated only by the flimsiest film of fabric. Jack held his hand there for a half moment, just letting the girl enjoy the sensuality of the moment. When he spoke, he began to move his hand up and down, rubbing her pussy. he didn't move fast, like he was trying to get her off, and he didn't move slow, like he was hesitant. It was a rhythmic motion, purposeful, firm, certain.

"This is mine now," Jack said, his voice quiet, but deep. He didn't need to shout, or growl. His hand moving with purpose on her slit over her panties. "This is my pussy. Mine to fuck." He paused, letting his words hang in the air as he massaged her. "I'm going to fuck you and make you mine. I'm going to cum inside you. Fill you up to overflowing. I'm going to cum on you. On your ass. On your tits. On your face. I'm going to cover you in cum, and mark you as mine." He paused, just rubbing her cunt. "And you will be mine. You will be obsessed with my cock. For the rest of your life, whenever you touch yourself it will be this cock you're thinking of. This cock filling your pussy and fucking you-" he gave her cunt a light slap, then went back to rubbing her. "-hard. This cock filling your mouth and pushing into your throat as I fuck your face. The smell, the taste, the feeling. It will be all you can think about. And then you'll know you are mine. That your purpose in life is to be fucked by me. My slut. My cum dump. My fuck toy."

Jack released her, his hand moving off her back and pussy at the same time. He took a step back and smiled at her. "But first you have to earn it. Show me why you're worthy of this cock."

 

[BustyGymBimbo]

Sprawled across the massage table, the shadow of his muscle-bound, towering body fell upon her, and there he appeared even more dominant and confident in his abilities as he was truly in command. Not in a rapey kind of way. No, fucking him, spreading her legs wide for him to welcome his all-countering manhood, was the one thing she desired like nothing else in this world. She now was driven by lust, passion and the instinctive nature of having to mate with him. He was an alpha male and she was the closest thing of a perfect partner to mix her feminine genes with his to create an offspring that was even more perfect then they were.
So she was even more bummed out but nevertheless eager to prove her worth as he had demanded her to first earn her worth to him.
Not being used to a guy not dancing to her tune, was unusual and slightly frustrating. But she had to admit, it was even more exciting, as it was for her an undiscovered country. The one final frontier that she missed out on in life. Now she was the one who was nothing more than a pair of tits that would do everything and anything to please him so she would get pleased and satisfied in return, utterly and completely. The table had turned. Just a few days ago she had been the one who had been worshiped like a goddess by even the most confident and cocky guys, most of them not being aware that she was guiding their every move behind their massive backs.

"Oh, am I not enough for you already?", she teased him back, leaning back on the soft table, showing him all the curves of her perfect female body that she got to offer, as she was desperately trying to keep the upper hand, even though every inch of her body was already submitting to him. Her teasing question, she realized, was nothing more than a futile attempt of holding onto a rope that had already snapped. She knew that any response on his part would bring her over the edge, transform her into the submissive bimbo for him: the men of all men, the Alpha, whose genes would bring out a new generation of improved humans, when mixed with the best the female sex had to offer.
A smirk appeared on his face. She was one step closer to finally get what every atom in her bimbo body desired.