Meet Randy George

Randy George was a rich developer from Columbus, Ohio. He had been married for 24 years to his high school sweet heart, and he had been faithful to her all those years. He had even put up with her lack of interest in sex, but lately he had had it with her not opening her legs for him. He had decided to do something about it. Operating on the theory that what happens out of the country stays out of the country, he had booked himself into the Indulgence Resort. He told his wife that he was heading off to a convention in Florida, and she didn’t even ask to go. She was probably happy that she would not have to put out for him.

He arrived at the resort on Monday morning. Randy was a big man, six foot three inches tall, two hundred and twenty pounds of still pretty solid muscle from his days as a college football star. He had been a defensive lineman, and he had enjoyed the hitting. He kept himself in shape with regular weights and his line of work. He still liked to get out with his crews and build things. His blonde hair was bleached almost white from the sun, and he had a permanent tan that his doctor kept warning him would lead to skin cancer. Randall didn’t really give much of a crap.

He unpacked his small bag in the room. It was a nice room, and he was happy with his view of the beach. He was even happier with his view of the pool as there seemed to be any number of bikini clad hotties out there, and he was ready to get to it.

Then he heard a knock at the door, and, as he opened it, he was greeted by a young, pretty girl in a maid’s uniform. “Hello, my name is Isabelle, Mr. George. I will be taking care of your personal needs while you are at the resort. If you have anything you need, anything at all, just dial housekeeping on your phone, and they will find me.”

Randy thought it would be nice to have her mouth wrapped around his fat pecker. She was about five six with dark skin and a nicely filled out top to her maids uniform. He could see just a hint of cleavage and some nice shapely legs even in her sensible maid’s shoes. He answered her after a moment, “Well that’s real nice, but you can just call me Randy. I will call you when I need you, if that is OK?”

“That is what I am here for,” she answered with a big smile. “I will see you later.”

He flipped on the TV while he was unpacking and discovered there were four channels of free porn going all of the time. A couple of them were really hot, and Randy could feel his cock swelling as he listened to the loud erotic moans coming from the woman who was getting her pussy fucked by a big-cocked stud. Randy was a well endowed man, and the front of his tight jeans were tenting out pretty good. He often wondered if his wife found sex uncomfortable because of his big cock, but he wondered why she never said anything. She seemed to enjoy it on the rare times she was in the mood, and he could bring her to climax over and over pounding her with his monster dong. Ending his idle speculation, he decided to change into his swimsuit and pulled down his pants and peeled off his shirt until he stood start naked with his big hard on watching free porn.