It was great to be away for a break, Mike thought. He really needed it. Work had been stressful, and taking a week off on his own was just what the doctor ordered. It was only mid-morning, and already the sun baked the ground; the sky was completely clear of any clouds.

He lay on his sun lounger with his book, ignoring the low-level noise from a couple of people who were enjoying the pool and a few more who, like him, were just relaxing by the side. It was so warm that he’d only worn a pair of swimming trunks, which were a little tight, but he was ok with how they felt.

As the sun beat down on him, he felt the need for a quick dip to cool off, just to take the edge off the heat. He set his book down and slid into the pool, lying back slightly as his legs floated to the top and the cool water gently lapped against his body.

By the side of the pool, Elena stirred. She sipped her cocktail as she took a brief respite from her magazine. Her eyes flicked to the young man in the pool; she guessed he was in his mid to late twenties and absolutely showed no respect for her or the environment. Even from her lounger, it was clear that there was a distinct outline in the man’s shorts.

“Does he not think about the families in this place?” she muttered to herself.

She kept watching as he nonchalantly floated on the water. Her face flushed slightly as her irritation grew; the sheer boldness to parade around in such unsuitable swimwear was inappropriate for such a respectable hotel, and for her, who was obviously above this, her own swimwear was elegant and understated. She certainly didn’t look like a horny teenager who lacked decorum.

The young man glided to the side of the pool and pulled himself onto the tiles, standing up straight as the water dripped from his body. Elena gasped as his shorts hugged his…his…crotch, and she unconsciously shifted her body. Mike stretched and then made his way back to his lounger to continue his book in peace.

Elena’s eyes narrowed on him as he resumed his position with his book, her skin prickling with annoyance.

“Well, someone needs to say something,” she grumbled.

She placed her glass down on the table beside her with a little too much force, and it clinked as she slammed it down. She swept her feet over to one side of her lounger and stood up, her sarong draping down by her legs as she then strode over to Mike.

“Excuse me, young man,” she snapped, “I don’t know where you think you are, but this is not Spring Break, and you can’t…display yourself in a family area. Show some decency and cover your…your…distraction,” she gestured to the obvious bulge in his shorts.

Her face burned as she stared at his swimwear. She felt a slight discomfort as her eyes traced the outline. Mike lowered his book and looked at the woman standing in front of her. She was about mid-forties, around five feet six, with long, straight blonde hair. Her bikini was a plain dark purple one that stretched over her body, and her blue sarong hung from her shoulders and draped around her hips.

Mike smiled at her; he made no attempt to cover himself, nor did he look embarrassed. His eyes traced a line from her thin red lips down the curve of her neck and around the stretched fabric covering her breasts.

“Afternoon, sweetheart,” he said, a slight mocking tone in his voice. “I know I’m not on Spring Break, I’m just trying to read my book. As for my…what did you call it? Distraction? I’m not sure what you want me to do about it? I haven’t got a spare pair, and my towel is in my room. Unless, of course, you want to do something to help me hide it?”

Elena’s face scrunched up as she felt her blood pressure rising. Was he purposefully choosing to be this obtuse? So bold with his response, she almost admired how he stood up to her, but also became increasingly infuriated with his non-compliance. She felt his eyes slip over her body, and she became acutely aware of how much skin she had exposed, like she was naked in front of him, despite the bikini being very classy and non-sexual. Her legs trembled slightly as her loins twitched.

“Sweetheart?? How dare you? I don’t care if you have another pair or not,” she shot at him, “you can’t wear those here.”

Mike looked at her and grinned. He was clearly not ashamed of his body in any way.

“Look, lady, I’m not sure what you want, but here, if this makes you happy —“

And with that, Mike brought his knees up, hooked the top of his shorts with his thumbs and pulled them over his legs, completely exposing himself to her.

Elena gasped as his cock sprang free and stood half erect in front of her, her eyes drawn to how big and girthy it was. What the fuck did he think he was doing? Her blood boiled as this arrogant prick just pulled his massive cock out in public. She considered slapping him for a moment, but she couldn’t stop staring at it, like it was the first cock she’d ever seen; her labia quivered as she gawped at his length. It was so…so…big, much bigger than her ex-husbands and for a second she felt a little giddy before straightening her back again. Her throat immediately ran dry, and she tried to speak, but the mouthy middle-aged woman couldn’t form the words to say.

“There, happy?” Mike grinned.

Elena’s eyes were as wide as they would go now, both the sheer gall of him and his now naked, exposed penis taking her by surprise and she still held it firmly in her gaze, like it demanded her attention, and she was suddenly aware of heat between her legs. After a moment, she trembled with fury and swiftly slid her sarong off her shoulders and threw it over his erection. The material bunched on his waist, slightly tenting over his shaft, did little to hide his flesh, but she felt slightly better that it wasn’t so exposed. She scratched her neck as she tried to compose herself once more.

“There are families here. You can’t…can’t…you know…expose yourself in such a public area,” she managed to get her words out. “I think I might have something more…erm…appropriate for you to wear in my room.”

She turned away from him, and Mike just lay there with her fabric over him. She shot her head back. “You have to follow me,” she growled at him. Mike stood obediently, and the sarong fell. Another woman gasped as his cock revealed itself once more. Elena quickly hurried back and tied the sarong around his waist.

Elena marched him down the carpeted corridors of the hotel, her hips swaying as she strode on. She tried to remain close to Mike so that she could ensure the sarong remained fitted around his groin, her eyes glancing at the knot with a clear view of his penis under the sheer fabric. She slowed her pace a fraction, and he bumped into her, his cock pushing against her ass, and her eyes shot open wide, her cheeks twitched at his touch, and she bit her lip.

Oh fuck, I just touched it. Fucking hell, it’s so hard, and thick, and meaty. Stop it, Elena, you’re a grown woman, not a teenage slut.

She shook her head and kept walking like nothing had happened, but her eyes kept flicking down to the rock-hard cock under her sarong, as if it had her under some kind of hypnotic spell. Finally, they reached her room; she fumbled with her card as her fingers wouldn’t work properly, she cursed herself and then swiped it in the slot. The door buzzed, and a few seconds later, they were in the room, and the door swung closed behind them.  Elena stopped for a second. There was a mostly naked man in her room for the first time in years, and she felt nervous at the thought, her heart pounding in her chest. However, she was also supposed to be outraged that he had taken his massive cock out in public. His massive, thick cock out in public…that was suddenly all she could think about. It was definitely bigger than any she’d seen in the flesh, and all of a sudden, her face flushed and her inner thighs grew sweaty. She rubbed them absently, then quickly stopped as she realised that she hadn’t spoken for a minute.

“Are you ok?” Mike asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Erm…No…erm…thank you anyway,” she stammered, blinking a few times as if that could help her regain her train of thought.

“Ah, yes,” she said, regaining her composure, “something for you to wear.”

Quickly, she stumbled off to her suitcase, flipped it open and started searching for something appropriate. She barely paid attention to the clothing in her case, the items all blending together as she tossed them aside. She hated herself for thinking about the naked man in her room, with an enormous, delicious-looking penis and how horny it was making her. It had been so long since she’d felt one inside her, she closed her eyes for a second and felt her loins tremble, her pussy was practically crying out to her. The floor creaked in the room, and she snapped from her brief moment, hyper aware that he had moved and she still had her back to him. Spotting a pair of trousers in the case, she grabbed them and turned to face him.

As Elena turned with the trousers in her grasp, she gasped and dropped them to the floor. Mike hadn’t just moved; he’d crept to within a few feet of her. The sarong was carelessly tossed aside, and his beautiful, thick shaft stood to attention, pointing directly at her. Neither of them moved a muscle, and Elena’s eyes were firmly locked on his massive length, her hand trembling for the first time in a long time at the thought of wanting to touch it.

Oh God, I’m like a horny schoolgirl. I can’t help staring at it. Oh fuck, what do I do? She thought

“Are those for me?” Mike asked, gesturing to the trousers on the floor.

Elena’s mouth quivered. “Y…Y…Yes. You…you need to…erm…put them on."

Mike’s lip curled at one corner, “You see, I don’t think I do. I mean, I can do, but I bet that you’re wetter than I am right now.”

Elena’s eyes widened as Mike’s words came from his mouth. He was right, absolutely right. She glanced at her bikini bottoms, and a noticeable dark purple patch had formed at the front. There was an instinct to cover it, but then she knew he’d know he was right, but she was horny, and he was naked. Very naked, her body was betraying her external composure, her anger at him was slipping away as her urges started to dominate her thoughts.

Mike took a step forward, closing the space between them until his cock was barely brushing her wet bottom. Elena’s breath hitched a touch as she felt the tip touch her fabric. He reached out his hand and, with the side of his finger, lifted her chin until her eyes met his. Her lips quivered as she gazed at him, her body screaming for it, like he could read her thoughts and knew what she desired; the angry woman who had confronted him had melted into a woman who trembled with whatever he did next. She knew it was insane; she was old enough to be his mother, but her body was screaming for her to be taken; all she wanted was to be fucked hard by this man.

Slowly, Mike moved his head to hers and hovered less than an inch from her lips. He could see them quivering as his finger kept her chin high, she realised that she was no longer in control of this situation and that she was putty to his touch.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

Mike lowered his lips to hers and pressed himself against her; his cock pushed her fabric back into her slit. She moaned into his mouth as they locked in an increasingly passionate embrace, melting into his soft touch. Elena threw her arms around his neck and pulled him onto her more. She felt a surge of lust as she tried to merge their faces together. There was no hint of the angry woman who had confronted him; now she was just a woman who needed something only a man could give. Her tits squashed against his chest inside her bra, and she felt his muscular body squeeze her tightly like he didn’t want to let her go. God, she didn’t want him to let her go.

Her tongue dived inside his mouth and searched for his. An urgency took over her as she desperately pushed her face into his. The straining of his tip against her fabric caused her legs to go weak, and she felt herself unable to support her weight for much longer. She pushed herself off the floor with a little jump and quickly wrapped them around his waist. Mike struggled as he tried to maintain balance and turned her to the wall beside them, where he pushed her, slamming her against it.

“Mmmph,” she groaned as the air was knocked from her and they temporarily broke their kiss.

Mike took a second to look at her. He gave a wicked grin as she panted, her hot breath washing over his face, and she quickly flung a hand to brush her untidy hair from her face. He pressed her against the wall a little tighter, trapping her between his body and the wood, whilst his hand reached between her legs. She felt powerless, her muscles weak against him, but also so alive in the moment, she was being ravaged by this brute of a man, and she desperately wanted him to fill her with his cock.

She moaned as he traced his fingers along her wet bottom, carefully pressing into her slit through the fabric. He slipped a finger under her elastic and stroked her silky skin. The feeling of him moving over her most private area gave her a thrill she hadn’t felt for years. She melted to his touch, and then her eyes widened as he grabbed her thong. She braced herself to feel them slip down her legs, but instead, he pulled hard and tore them from her body in one go.

She cried out as the cool air hit her wet pussy, the shock of him tearing her underwear away left her reeling. Then her eyes widened with embarrassment as he brought the ruined pants to his nose and breathed in her sweet scent.

“My knickers…” she panted.

Before she could continue, he pushed his chest to hers, and her tits bulged at the sides as if they were about to burst, her bra struggling to contain the two mighty orbs. Then she felt his thick, hot cock slip between her legs and between her lips, and immediately the warm sensation spread through her loins. She clenched as his shaft slid into her dripping cunt and deep inside her, her manicured nails digging into his shoulder. She felt like he would tear her lips with the sheer size of his throbbing manhood, but at that point, she didn’t care, and she let herself be taken by his raw animal passion.

“Oh fuck, it’s…it’s so fucking…big…ahhhhhh,” she cried

A deep guttural moan escaped her as he slid until he was balls deep, her hungry cunt swallowing it whole, stretching her open and filling her more than she’d been in years. Mike didn’t let her get used to the feeling as he slammed against her, pushing her ass against the hard wall. Her head rolled back as she was completely taken by his brute force. She had never thought that she would be turned on by being so roughly fucked.

“Nnngh, harder! Fuck me harder!” she cried with each thrust, her words surprising her; she never thought she would need this so much. His animalistic rhythm drove his thick cock into her pussy repeatedly, long deep strokes that sent shockwaves through her body and made her ass slap against the plaster. The room dissolved as he filled her, the clapping of their bodies now the only sound in the room. She was being stretched to the absolute limit and dug her heels into his back, pulling him even further into her. Her breath was now short, but she was desperate for it to continue.

“Don’t you fucking dare stop. Oh fuck, you’re so…ahhhh…you fucking animal.”

She felt his hips drop slightly as he increased his pace and opened her mouth to scream, but no words came out. He was destroying her, but she’d never felt so alive. The intensity of his cock driving into her completely consumed her, and she felt her walls squeeze around his length. She opened her mouth, no longer caring who heard her; she was riding a wave of pure lust.

“Oh God, I’m fucking cumming. Oh fuck. Nnnngghhhh!”

Mike continued to thrust, but his stamina was draining fast, her juices ran down his cock, and the way her walls squeezed his tip sent a wave of pure heat through his groin as he felt the pressure build in his balls.

“Ohh fuck, I’m going to cum,” he groaned into her ear.

Elena struggled to speak as her breath was forced from her body with his aggressive slamming, the intense workout taking its toll on her.

“Oh yes…ahhh…fucking cum in me. I want you to fill me up,” she begged.

Then Mike felt it rise through his shaft and explode into Elena’s cunt.

“Fuuucccckk!” she cried as he pumped ropes of hot cum into her.

His throat rattled as he grunted like an animal, pushing her further against the wall as he emptied his balls, until there was no more.

She moaned as he finally slid out of her, the emptiness felt deep within her pussy where he’d been only seconds before. He shook his hips and let her weak legs fall to the ground, buckling slightly as her feet touched the floor. She stumbled backwards and slid down the wall, completely spent and broken.

Mike stepped away from her and bent down to pick up the trousers she’d gotten out for him earlier. He pushed a foot through the leg hole and pulled them up until he could fasten the zipper and button. She admired how good he still looked, even in her own clothing.

“Thanks for the trousers, lady,” Mike said and turned away from her.

“Wait, are you just going to leave me like this?” she snapped, the angry woman returning slightly in her.

Mike smiled and walked to the door, pulling it open without looking back. The latch clicked shut softly behind him, leaving Elena slumped on the floor. Shame washed over her like she was a common slut who’d been used and then discarded, her torn underwear a reminder of his brutality as she sat in a pool of Mike’s semen.

“Fucking bastard!” she mumbled.