19 year old Raoul slowly walked along the beach. As usual, many pairs of female eyes, of various ages and levels of boldness, scanned his six feet four frame - sliding over pecs, tracing the shape of the long thick pecker that bounced in its pouch, or guessing the weight of the big balls that hung below. The eyes flipped to the retreating back as they drank in the fabulous, hard cheeks, barely covered by the speedo. By the end of the exercise there were hard nipples and wet vaginas all round. The older ladies planned assignations with husbands or boyfriends or pre-dinner vibrator sessions, while the teenagers wondered whether it would be possible to find somewhere away from Mom and Dad for the second, third or forth pussy-spanking session of the day.
Raoul was used to his physical attributes getting such attention. Even in his senior year of High School he was a mouthwatering prospect for the local ladies who enjoyed the-ahem- younger man. His brains were less impressive, though, and Ds had been all he could hope for from his classes. However more than one female teacher was impressed enough with them [once he turned 18, of course!] to attempt to suck them out through the already hugely fat head of his penis.
It was pretty clear that the penis in question was going to be his salvation, when, after hitting the beach after graduation, he was offered money by middle-aged, wealthy women just to see, touch or suck it. He hadn't been able to afford a new speedo, so had to make do with last summer's; unfortunately (or fortunately) it had a great deal of difficulty coping with his still growing package. He was embarrassed at first by the stares and lewd comments but soon began to enjoy them and the ever-ready money. At the end of the first week a Japanese woman on vacation with her older, tiny husband had offered him two hundred dollars for a ride after having been primed with a few adjacent workouts and sunbathing sessions. Her husband safely at the casino, she took him back to her hotel room and fucked his ass off. He'd never forget the glazed eyes, and tongue lolling from the pale and delicate face as she cursed in Japanese while bouncing up and down on his pole like a maniac, as she got to live out one of her favorite jerk-off fantasies.
It wasn't just older women who propositioned him or who responded positively to his tactful offers. Overweight and plain younger vacationers found out that they could get their hands on some primo dick at the beach providing they were willing to pay. The sort of meat they hadn't a prayer of scoring at home. They gazed in awe at the kind of penis they'd never observed except on a computer screen with their panties round their ankles, proudly taking cell-phone photos to send to their girls back home.
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Raoul reached the Beachside coffee house, sauntering inside to buy a soda, ignoring yet more female stares (and a few male ones). As he stood sipping carefully, a girl of about 18 with beautiful, almost blue-black skin came up to him.
"Hey, Raoul. How's it goin' man?"
"Hey Tonisha. What's up?"
"Nothing much, just checking out the pussy. There's some fine pieces of ass on the beach today. My clit's been drillin a hole all morning."
"Go get some, Playa!"
"What about you, man?"
"Yeah. Thought I'd hang loose, see if a lady wants to buy a ride. I'm broke, man."
As Tonisha drifted towards the pool tables Raoul spotted a lady in her mid-thirties who was doing a pretty poor job of pretending she wasn't checking him out. She wore a black wig and a pretty expensive pair of shades and was obviously rich from the way she was dressed. Immediately Raoul went into hustler mode, starting with a slow re-adjustment of his package - not too obvious, but maybe enough to get the lady's clit jumpin'. A few muscle flexes followed, including the most important one which resulted in his slightly engorged cock make an obvious move in its pouch. The lady's tongue peeked out a nervously swept dry lips. Score! Either she'd come over and buy some dick; flirt and leave; or just keep watching - storing away the memory of the fat package and superb musculature for the next time her 'reel-feel' vibrator was pumping between the other lips, already staining her expensive silk panties.
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Jennifer Aniston was bored, tired and horny. The brilliant idea of travelling on vacation in disguise had one drawback: she couldn't move about as freely as usual without her entourage to fend off annoying fans and curious bystanders....and most importantly in her current single status, they couldn't provide her with the sexual relief that she required when needed. Her current bodyguard Steve had been selected for his physique in more ways than one. The job was his when she gratefully slid her vaginal lips down the huge piece of meat always visible in the tight jeans he wore to the interview.
Although she had spent the early hours of the morning humping two fingers while watching pay-per-view gay porn in her hotel room [beautiful guys doing nasty things - she'd loved gay porn since she'd discovered a cousin's stash as a teenager], she was still in dire need of relief when she spotted a truly memorable piece of young ass come into the cafe. In fact he looked like one of the 'actors' she had recently spanked off to. After talking to a young girl who she'd earlier caught ogling her famously large nipples as they poked through her top, he gave her a subtle but effective show of his goodies; her clit began to slide from its hood as the flexing began.
It was pretty clear that the kid was a hustler, and her pussy gaped and smacked at the fantasy of making use of his services. She couldn't of course, far too dangerous....but as he turned around, giving her a view of the spectacular ass, she found her pussy was working hard to convince the logical part of her mind otherwise.
Safety or pleasure? Cock or a career? She swallowed and crossed her legs, squeezing tight.
Raoul watched her get up out of the corner of his eye and slowly make her way over. He could see her large nipples were obviously erect and guessed there was quite a commotion going on in her panties as her clit lead her over towards him.
"Hey there. Can I buy you a drink?" She said in a strangely familiar voice.
"Just a diet coke thanks."
