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I licked my lips and braced myself as the hung fucker pushed his fat cockhead against my tight, puckered hole. Plunging into my depths, he let out a satisfied sigh, his breath warm on my back. “You’re not gonna tell my fiancée about this?” I sought to assure as he began to destroy my hole.

Ellie and I had been together for a year when I decided to pop the question. She can be a bit extra, so I decided to go all out and propose in style. I bought a 1.5 karat diamond ring that was way more than a month’s salary, whisked Ellie off to a week at a posh resort in Waikiki, and proposed atop Diamond Head at sunset. Sure, it was all a bit beyond my means, but that’s why credit cards exist.

Ellie said yes to my marriage proposal, of course, and we went back to the hotel and had the most amazing sex. She even finally let me fuck her back door, which would probably never happen again. The next day, Ellie booked a day’s worth of spa treatments at the hotel, and a massage for me with a Samoan masseuse named Koa. Let’s just say that Koa made sure I was happy at the end.

After my massage, Ellie still had another hour of services left in the spa, so I went up to our suite to relax before the luau dinner I had booked. That’s when a knock arrived at the door. I assumed Ellie had finished early and had lost her key. I was almost in the shower, so I wrapped a towel around my waist and threw open the door. It wasn’t Ellie.

“Hello, Mr. Carter,” an older, bearded man greeted. “I’m Sampson, the manager of this resort hotel. Might I have a word?”

“Sure,” I agreed as Sampson pushed his way into the suite. “Is there a problem?”

“Yes, there’s an issue with your credit card on file,” he answered haughtily. “Your fiancée has racked up $1,200 in charges in the spa alone today, and your card declined.”

“I’m sure there’s been a mistake,” I answered, frantically adding up the cost of Ellie’s ring, the first-class airfare to Hawaii, the hotel suite, and now the spa. “Perhaps if we call the credit card company?”

“I’ve already done that,” Sampson smirked. “You’ve well exceeded your limit. You had only prepaid your first night here, so I’m afraid you still owe the hotel $3,800 . . . cash.”

“Fuck,” I exhaled, knowing I had no access to that kind of money without a credit card.

“Funny you should say that word — Fuck,” he sneered. “Because that was going to be my next suggestion.” Suddenly, Sampson began to undo his tie and the buttons on his shirt.

“No way,” I replied, sweat forming on my brow. “I’m not gonna fuck you.”

“Certainly not,” Sampson laughed. “You’re not going to fuck me. I’m going to fuck you.”

“Dude. I’m not gay,” I pleaded.

“That’s not what Koa told me,” he chuckled, undoing his pants. “Word travels fast amongst the staff here. Koa said you loved when he jacked your cock during your massage. He said you even begged him to suck you.”

“Yeah, well, that doesn’t mean I want it up the ass,” I protested.

“You mean you wouldn’t take it up the ass if I agreed to wipe away all your hotel charges?” Sampson asked, raising one brow. Fuck. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.

“You want my ass on the bed or on the floor?” I acquiesced, dropping my towel.

“On the floor. I like the added leverage,” he answered, shedding the rest of his clothes. His body was hairy as fuck, but his huge cock is what surprised me most of all. It had to be over nine inches and had a huge helmet head. My ass twitched in fear as he pushed me onto all fours.

I licked my lips and braced myself as Sampson pushed his fat cockhead against my tight, puckered hole from behind. Plunging into my depths, he let out a satisfied sigh, his breath warm on my back. “You’re not gonna tell my fiancée about this?” I sought to assure.

“If you promise not to tell my wife,” Sampson laughed, pushing deeper inside of me.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my insides ripped apart.

“Yeah, take this big cock,” Sampson grunted. “I love fucking a pretty boy like you, showing what it is to be dominated by a real man.” He was more than dominating me, he was destroying me. Showing zero mercy, Sampson pulverized my hole as he grabbed me by the shoulders and jackhammered me, his floppy balls bruising my virgin ass.

“You like this big cock inside you, boy?” he demanded, his sweat dripping off his hairy chest and onto my back.

“Yes, sir,” I answered through gritted teeth, reveling in the simultaneous waves of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t deny that I was loving having his big cock up my ass.

“Good, because I’m about to breed your tight, virgin hole,” Sampson announced, picking up the pace. “Aww, FUCK . . . SHIT,” he roared as his balls emptied inside me. I was amazed by the feeling of each warm spurt of his cum as he unloaded deep within my ravaged hole.

Sampson then quickly dressed and departed, leaving me a wrecked mess on the floor of the hotel room. I eventually managed to drag myself to the shower to wash out his massive load from my hole, destroying all evidence of our clandestine collusion before Ellie returned from the spa. I had barely towel dried when I heard her key card in the door.

“Hey, Ellie,” I greeted as she walked into the room, rejuvenated by her spa day. “I’ve got great news. The hotel manager said we can come back here on our honeymoon free of charge. The only catch is that I have to help him with something in his office once a day, but it’s not so bad. Anything for you, babe.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.