On a Dream Vacation

Be warned that this story has in it cheating, manipulation, lying, cuckoldry, big cock worship, unfairness, humiliation, and a character that is tricked into a gay sexual experience.

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My girlfriend and I embarked on our dream vacation this summer. A full week in tropical paradise. We arrived pretty late the first night. The locale was beautiful even in the darkness. My girlfriend put a flower in her hair and matched that beauty. I opened the door to the cab for her that would take us to the hotel.

Carly and I have been together for three years. I've always felt so lucky to have her. I know she's out of my league. She's the prettiest girl I've ever seen. While not short, she's very slender. Willowy and fragile. I worried a strong wind could blow her over.

The cab dropped us off at the hotel. I hustled to get the bags and help Carly out. Inside the lobby the atmosphere was pretty laid back. The proprietor of the hotel took the bags from me and led us to our room.

He introduced himself. His name was Arnie. He was a big guy. Really big. Tall and fat. No younger than sixty. Balding on the top of his head and hairy everywhere else. I didn't particularly like the way he was looking at Carly, but having such a beautiful girlfriend I'd gotten used to that feeling, and Arnie seemed nice enough.

He opened the door to our suite and gave us a quick tour. "How about some drinks at the bar? I like to have a drink with my new guests," Arnie suggested.

I knew the long trip had worn Carly out. She told me in the cab that she couldn't wait to get in bed. Late-night drinks would be the last thing she wanted. "We'll have to do it another time," I told him. "We need to get some rest. Thank you for the offer." Carly nodded her head in agreement.

"All right, rain check. You folks have a good night then."

His hands were so massive that mine disappeared in his grip when we shook. We told him goodnight and he gave a wink in Carly's direction, then left. I opened a juice and checked out the view. Carly put a few things down in the bathroom, changed her clothes and got in bed. I soon followed.

I awoke early, the sun shining in on me. I got up and shut the blinds. Carly was still asleep. She looked like an angel laying there. I figured she might sleep a while yet after how tiring the trip had been, so I decided to go down and have some breakfast.

The dining hall in the hotel was nice. I ordered some eggs and sat down at one of the tables. I'd just gotten my food when Arnie spotted me and came over with a big smile on his face.

"Good morning, Ben. How'd you guys sleep your first night?" he inquired, pulling up a chair.

"Just fine, thank you. Carly's still sleeping, in fact."

"I'm glad to hear it. Even if she's the last person that would need beauty sleep," he joked.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I took a sip of my fruit drink.

"You hit it out of the park with that one," he laughed. "She's something else," he whistled.

I didn't much appreciate the comment, but I'd gotten used to them. I took another bite of my omelette. Arnie kept talking.

"The best thing about this job is the eye candy. All the young girls in their bikinis." He took a napkin off the table and wiped his brow. He seemed to be getting turned on just talking about it. What a creep. "It's not just the eye candy," he admitted. "There's something about the beautiful beaches and the fancy drinks. Those bikinis end up flying off pretty quick. They get hungry for company. I'm a lucky guy. I get a lot of action that way."

This was too hard to believe. I wondered if Arnie was just running his mouth. I'd seen the class of women that hung around the hotel. They were young and gorgeous. Imagining any of them would be willing to share their bed with this big, hairy scumbag was farcical. He had to be putting me on.

"You've gotta be kidding me. You're saying you get lucky with guests?"

"Oh yeah," he replied with a broad smile. "All the time. I usually have my pick of them. Girls lose their inhibitions when they're in paradise. Even the shy, inexperienced ones. Even the virgins. Nothing like a sweet young thing to make a man's blood boil."

I was trying to decide if he was serious. I couldn't help but picture girls like he described opening their legs for him. Angelic, beautiful women allowing this fat, unattractive man in his Hawaiian print shirts to fuck them. I put my fork down.

Arnie excused himself from the table. "Have a good breakfast," he said. "I hope I'll get to see Carly around later."

I got up soon after and went back to our room. Carly was just waking. We planned to see some sights then lounge around the hotel pool for a while and maybe hit the beach in time to see the sun set.

We had a good time doing the tourist thing for a few hours. We had a light lunch at an establishment near the hotel and then headed back to our room to change for the pool. Carly was breathtaking in her little blue bikini.

We got to the pool around midday. I carried a couple towels while Carly brought a book and sunglasses. There were a few people at the pool but not too bad. We pulled two pool chairs together and put our stuff down. I cooled off in the pool while Carly sat on the edge and dipped her legs in.

We were catching some sun on the pool chairs by the time Arnie showed up in a wife beater and Hawaiian shorts. He said hello to some of the guests and nodded our way before taking up a chair right across the pool from us. Carly went back to her book and I shut my eyes again.

A little while passed before I happened to open my eyes again and glance over at Arnie. He looked in a deep state of relaxation laying there. Then something caught my eye. Poking out of the end of Arnie's shorts, tucked against one thigh, was the head of his cock. The thing was huge, thick like a can of soda. His whole dick must have been enormous to ever have reached that far down his thighs.

Thinking these things had gotten me a little embarrassed and paranoid. I looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching me. That's when I turned toward Carly and discovered she was looking at the same thing. Her book was off to one side while she had her eyes directed squarely across the pool at Arnie's substantial manhood.

I noticed her cheeks were rosy as she stared. Her mouth was slightly open and she breathed in and out from there a tiny bit faster than normal. I could watch her all I wanted because she never took her eyes off the indecent display across the way. I watched her chest become flush. After a few minutes his legs changed positions, obscuring the meaty head of his cock from view. Carly blinked a couple times and subtly licked her lips. No one around had noticed anything. No one except for me.

I suggested we head to the beach. Carly smiled at me nervously and agreed. We spent a couple hours there, having a pleasant time and staying long enough to watch the sun set together like we'd planned. It was getting dark by the time we returned to the hotel. We had a bite to eat and then decided a drink at the hotel bar would be nice.

The bar was pretty busy. A lot of hotel guests having a good time. Plenty of gorgeous woman in not much clothing. Carly had changed back in our room into a beautiful little green dress that balanced being tasteful with accentuating her slender, sexy figure.

I was admiring her when Arnie arrived. He saw us and came over. I got up and shook hands with him, realizing again how large he was. He towered over me, my eyes only going up to his hairy chest in the loosely buttoned Hawaiian print shirt he wore.

"How are you two doing tonight?" he asked. "You look stunning, Carly."

"We're having a good time," I told him.

"Have you been to all the tourist spots yet? There are some great shopping areas around here," he told us, looking more directly at Carly.

"Yes, we did some shopping today," Carly replied, shyly.

"I'm happy to hear that. Let's have that drink I promised last night." Arnie motioned over to the bartender to to bring us some drinks.

We got our drinks and chatted with him for a bit. Carly didn't talk very much, which wasn't too unusual. She said she wasn't feeling too well. "I'm going to go back to the room, Ben."

"Sure, baby," I told her. "Do you want me to come with?"

"I'm okay," she said.

She told Arnie and I goodnight and left. I finished my drink and chatted with him a little while longer.

I was about to order another drink when Arnie asked, "Is Carly all right tonight?"

"Yeah," I responded. "We did a lot today. She's just tired." Between all the time we spent outside that day and then the dinner and drinks it was understandable. Arnie excused himself shortly after I got another drink. I took the piece of fruit off the drink and ate it as I watched Arnie leave the bar.

I spent another ten minutes in the bar before exiting. I decided checking in on Carly and making sure she was all right was probably a good idea. I took a moment to enjoy the fresh night air outside before heading back to the room Carly and I shared.

I was halfway down the hallway to our room when I first heard something. Someone's television must have been turned up too loud. I thought I could hear a woman screaming. I smiled to myself, coming to the conclusion that it might just be some woman in one of the suites having a really, really good time.

It wasn't until I was right outside the door to our room that it became clear that those sounds, those wild screams, were coming from our room. It dawned on me that Carly was the one screaming! I frantically fumbled with the keys to get inside, my heart racing. She frightened easily, making me hope she'd seen a mouse or a spider in the room and it wasn't something worse. I couldn't imagine what until I got inside.

Once I got in the room I started to realize those frantic screams sounded more like moans than cries for help. They were coming from the bedroom of our suite. I crossed the room fast, but then stopped dead in my tracks when I recognized tossed over a chair the Hawaiian shirt Arnie had been wearing earlier.

The door to our bedroom where the barbaric moans were coming from was open a quarter of the way. I spotted just inside the bedroom on the floor thrown off carelessly was the gorgeous green dress Carly had been wearing just earlier.

I could identify more of what I was hearing now. The sound of the bed we'd shared last night creaking and buckling. And not just her raucous cries, but a man's too. Arnie's. I stepped forward slowly with legs that felt like they were made of jello and could barely move. I gently pushed the bedroom door open more and took a few steps in.

It was like a nightmare was taking place on the bed. I saw Arnie's enormous body underneath the blanket. He was laying on top of my beautiful, innocent girlfriend. My fragile angel. She was writhing on the bed and moaning deliriously as the big bastard hammered his hips into her.

It was like I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I could only watch. They hadn't even noticed me come in. They were too loud, too into what they were doing.. They kept at it. Continuing to make love in our bed. No, they weren't making love. He was fucking her. Arnie was fucking Carly on the bed she and I had shared last night.

I could make more sense of their frenzied moans now. I started to understand words and sentences. Arnie's first. "This fucking tight little pussy. You like this big dick? I'm destroying this sweet little cunt!" I watched in horror at his big, fat ass bouncing on top of her. I knew each up and down movement represented another thrust of his cock inside my girlfriend. I still couldn't move. I couldn't even look away.

Carly was even less comprehensible. I'd never heard her like this in my life. It was like she was mad, her voice already hoarse from screaming at the top of her lungs. "Yes!" she cried. "Rip me up! Fuck me! Don't stop! Holy shit! You're SOOOOO big! FUCK ME!" she wailed.

I flashed back to when we were at the pool. Back to when I'd caught a glimpse of his gargantuan cock poking out of the bottom of his shorts. That monster was inside Carly! Arnie was ravaging her little pussy with that long, thick as a soda can cock!

Carly screamed bloody murder. She thrashed around on the bed underneath his gigantic frame, howling like a crazed animal. I never would have believed she could act like this in my wildest dreams.

Arnie was putting all of his enormous weight behind his pounding thrusts into her pussy, almost like he was punishing her purposely. It didn't matter that he was overweight and probably north of sixty, his stamina and vitality were amazing. He slammed his colossal hips into her at a ferocious pace, pummeling her unprepared pussy with incredibly powerful thrusts. Her body shook.

"Cum on my cock with that little cunt again," he moaned. "You're so fucking tight. This is my pussy now! Your boyfriend couldn't make you cum like this!" he said, plunging into her.

"It's your pussy! It's your pussy, Arnie! Your cock is so big! Oh, Arnie, yes! I love your huge cock! Fuck me! Shit, shit, shit. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Carly's body twitched and jerked. Her legs jumped off the bed and flailed up against the blanket. I watched her face contort with pleasure. She came, her body convulsing, screaming and crying. "I'm cumming so hard!" she sobbed. "I've never been fucked like this in my life! Fuck my cunt! Yes! More! You're so fucking big inside me I can't take it!" she babbled on, pausing sometimes to squeal and shriek when she couldn't contain the pleasure anymore without crying out.

"You're one hot fucking bitch. You're gonna make me cum. Shit!" Tears were in my eyes as I watched his fat, sweating body seize up. He buried himself deep inside Carly and I knew that he was cumming by the way he was groaned. He filled up my girlfriend, coating her abused pussy in his seed.

Arnie could barely catch his breath when they'd finished. Carly continued to tremble and quiver under him. She looked absolutely wrecked. The girl I loved, sweating profusely, her body red from head to toe, tears of pleasure staining her face, the cock of another man she'd met only yesterday buried inside her. A man more than double her age and at least three times her size.

Suddenly I got my voice back. "Carly!" I screamed. "What are you doing with him?!"

Carly gasped. "Ben!" she exclaimed. Arnie threw the cover off. I watched his massive phallus heave out of her ravaged pussy, a gush of surplus semen spilling out of her inflamed vagina along with it. Arnie got off my girlfriend and grabbed his pants up from the floor right next to Carly's twisted up little panties.

Carly's face turned even more red than it had been. She pulled the blanket up over herself and held it all the way to her chin. "Ben! Oh god. Shit. I'm... I'm so sorry."

Arnie stuffed his huge, limp, still shiny with their combined juices, penis back in his pants and zipped them up. "You shouldn't have been here. Sorry, kid. Your food in the dining hall for tomorrow is gonna be comped. I'll let them know you guys can have whatever you want."

I knew now that when he bragged at breakfast about all the girls he'd bedded he wasn't lying. He'd done it with my own girlfriend! I wanted to punch him, but I knew he could wipe the floor with me. I didn't want to risk adding that physical humiliation to tonight after being so thoroughly humiliated sexually.

Arnie took his shirt off the chair in the next room and left. I was stuck in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do next. Carly started to cry on the bed. Her gentle sobbing and the tears running down her face weren't from pleasure this time.

"What's going to happen now?" she asked.

"I don't know. Carly, how could you? How could you let him fuck you?"

"You wouldn't understand. I wanna take it back. I fucked up."

I took a few steps toward the bed. The closer I got the more I could tell how much it still smelled like Arnie. The whole room did. His sweaty, thrusting body. His thick, testosterone-filled, masculine body odor. The sheets on the bed were trashed. Sticky, stinky, dripping with his sweat and cum. I couldn't sit down there. I just stood and watched my girlfriend cry into the blanket. It hurt, but it wasn't the hardest thing I'd had to see tonight.

She whispered something while she wept. It was low and quiet, difficult to hear. She repeated it, her eyes getting wider. "What if I get pregnant from this?" She sniffled and said again, "What if I get pregnant?"

The thought hadn't occurred to me. "That can't happen. It couldn't, right?"

"I don't know," she said. "We didn't... use any protection. It's possible. Oh, Ben! No. What if he just got me pregnant?" She really began to bawl her eyes out now. I rushed over to her like the good boyfriend I'd always tried to be, even if I was heartbroken. The idea of her getting pregnant by Arnie. It was too much. I couldn't bear the thought of my once so sweet and innocent girlfriend having that sleazy old bastard's baby.

"It's okay," I told her. "They have pills that can stop it. We'll look for them in town tomorrow."

"What if we can't? What if it's too late? He, he came so much. I can feel it inside me. It's spreading through my body. Please, Ben. Help me. I know I have no right to ask you but we've got to do something quick," she fretted.

I looked for solutions on my laptop. Carly could barely contain herself. She stayed sitting there in the soiled bed, hugging the blanket and rocking slowly.

"Did you find anything yet?" she asked. "Please, please, Ben, tell me you've found something." I stumbled onto a website and started reading. I found a bunch of stories similar to ours. "Did you find anything? Please. Anything at all that could help us?" she asked again.

I brought the laptop over and sat down reluctantly on the bed. "I found some stories," I told her. "On this website called Literotica. People have posted stories there about situations like this. What he did to you..." I struggled with the words, "it's called a creampie. They get cleaned up in some of these stories by being... eaten out from the hole. I found some stories where husbands or boyfriends eat it from their wives or girlfriends after they've been with... another man," I cringed.

"Can that stop a pregnancy?" she asked with hopeful eyes.

"I found one or two stories that suggested something like that. Eating the cum out or maybe just sucking it out and then spitting it out so that those sperm don't have the chance to inseminate. They might just be stories, Carly."

"We don't have any other options," she said, drying her eyes on the blanket. "Will you do this for me, Ben? Please. I can't carry that man's baby."

"But you could sleep with him," I grumbled under my breath.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me! Please. You can't let this happen. I made a huge mistake, but I'm your girlfriend. You can't let another man impregnate me. If there's any chance you still want a future with me. Don't you feel some kind of fundamental urge to prevent another man from impregnating me? Please," she begged.

"I don't know, Carly. After everything that's happened tonight.. you can't ask me to..."

"You're too forgiving. I know somewhere inside you can see yourself forgiving me for what I've done. Think what our life would be like if I had Arnie's baby. If you had to help me take care of it. Please, honey."

I knew she was right. She was my beautiful girlfriend again sitting there, even drenched in another man's cum. She was so helpless, she needed me. It disgusted and nauseated me to think of helping her raise Arnie's baby. A bastard baby from a terrible mistake that hurt me so deeply. I still loved her, but it drove me crazy to think of her having the child of the man who she'd cheated on me with. The man who'd fucked her so savagely in our bed. They'd be his genes, not mine. The idea of that was even more repulsive than what the boyfriends in those stories had to do to maybe stop that from happening.