7 comments/ 39494 views/ 27 favorites Oasis Pool Club Ep. 01 Pt. 1 By: tanyastoes It was hot that summer -- the hottest in recent memory. The intense heat, however, was not why the Oasis Pool Club was so popular. At a glance, the pool club was like any other: a nice clean pool, a sauna and massage rooms, and a relaxed atmosphere. Look a bit closer though and some things may see slightly off: the lifeguards were all females between the ages of 18 and 26. They all wore skimpy bikinis instead of the standard lifeguard one-piece. The members were all middle aged men. The pool was completely deserted almost all of the time. Look even closer: all of the dirty towels going into the laundry were dry and crusty. The showers had mirrors in the stalls. If you moved the generic framed artwork hung at about waist height in the bathroom stalls, there were 3" round holes in the walls with stains around them. In truth, this was not your average posh pool club. The members paid upwards of $10,000 per season pass for an all-you-can-fuck buffet. The men used the one-way mirrors in the showers to watch the lifeguards get naked. They used the bathroom gloryholes to have their cocks sucked and fucked by the lifeguards. They could get happy endings from the resident masseuse. Moans, grunts, and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh echoed off the walls of the coed sauna. There was even the occasional orgy there. Towels were used to wipe sperm from sticky faces, tits, pussies, and asses. The lifeguards were fed morning after pills each day to counter constant, multiple creampies. The girls didn't mind -- one month of lifeguarding in the prime season could fund a full year of tuition or a brand new car. But, like all good things, the Oasis Pool Club was coming to an end. The Mayor, Vivian Johnson, had started a campaign against the club. There were tax errors and health code violations that she intended to use to close down the pool. Her final visit was scheduled for next week, which would be followed by a press conference where she would announce the pool's closing. They probably would be closed before their annual 4th of July blowout staff party. Diane Dickson, the club's owner, sat at her desk frowning over copies of her old tax records. In the club's early days, she couldn't afford a tax professional and had done everything herself. Her inexperience in those first years had led to errors. Diane had always been attractive and had caught the eye of men since her figure developed in middle school. She was blessed with good looks: slightly mousey with petite features, bright blue eyes, and a 1000-watt smile that could electrify a room. She kept her jet black hair long and wavy and her hair care routine ensured it was always fluffy and shiny. Her juicy, full lips matched her shapely body: double-D tits, a slim waist, and a huge but firm, round ass. She had opened the pool out of college over ten years ago and had built up quite an impressive business "lifeguarding" herself with the help of some friends here and there. Back then, with a trust-fund and a killer body, she opened the pool with a handful of members. Her intelligence and business degree on top of years of hard work had earned her a pile of money and a comfortable lifestyle, all by the age of 38. Now, the Mayor was threatening all of that. Diane was still smoking hot -- more of a MILF now, although her body showed little signs of aging. Her massive breasts did not possess an ounce of sag and her tummy was just as flat as ever. Diane was wearing a deep V-neck shirt that accentuated her bulging cleavage. She took off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose. As she puts the glasses back on, there was a knock at her office door. "Come in!" she said. Matt turned the knob and pushed the door open. He was tall and young with a slight belly, but powerful arms and chest. He had answered a "Help Wanted: Lifeguard" ad on craigslist. Having just his junior year in college, he was looking for a summer job. Matt was hoping to score a gig where he could spend his summer ogling MILFs poolside. Now, opening the door marked "Office", he was met by a very attractive older woman. Despite her demure appearance, she might be the hottest woman he has ever met. He shuffled forward nervously, resume in hand. Diane spoke first. "Hi, you must be Matt. We spoke on the phone, I'm Diane," she said smiling and extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Ma'am. I brought my resume," he shook her hand firmly, gaining confidence in her warm smile and inviting eyes. "Please have a seat, Matt -- and please don't call me Ma'am," she laughed breezily, taking the resume. "Everyone here calls me Miss Dee." "Ok, thanks Miss Dee." Matt sat and tried not to look directly into Diane's deep, inviting cleavage. Smiling and maintaining eye contact, Matt could feel his cock stirring with arousal. He was wearing a t-shirt and board shorts, as a swim test is customary in lifeguard interviews. Diane noticed a slight lurch in Matt's crotch, but ignored it, and went on scanning his resume. "Let's see... CPR and first response certification, mmm hmm... 3 years experience, ok..." she read aloud. Matt's mind wandered. He watched her thick, red lips, not listening to her words. They are so shiny, I wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around my- Another abrupt knock at the door. "Yes," Diane answered. Matt heard the door open. "Hi Miss Dee, you wanted to see me?" a chirpy female voice said from behind him. Matt turned to face her. Standing in the doorway was a tall, leggy blonde in a tiny white bikini. Her perky, round breasts were barely covered by the tiny triangles of her top. There was a red plus over one side of the top. She smiled with her hands on her slim waist and, as she tilted her head, her ponytail fell to one side. Her tan skin and cute face reminded Matt of the girl next door. "Brittney, I want you to meet Matt," Diane said, rising. "Matt, Britt here is our head lifeguard." Brittney stepped into the office beaming at him. He half-stood to hide his erection and met her grip with his. Matt's cock responded to this gorgeous, mostly naked coed. She looks to be about 18 and he liked what he saw. The textured fabric of his board shorts rubbing against the naked head of his dick wasn't helping. "Nice to meet you, Matt -- you don't hafta stand," Brittney said. Matt gratefully returned to his chair. "Ooops, I guess you are adjusting to the AC in here," he said, staring shamelessly at her nipples poking at the thin white fabric. "Oh, my nipples are always like that," she said as she playfully squeezed his shoulder. "Britt, I am interviewing Matt here for our new lifeguard. Would you mind showing him around?" "No problem!" she chirped. "Come on, Matt," she grabbed his hand and led him out of the door. Looking back, he caught a fleeting glimpse of Diane as he walks out. She seemed to be looking at his crotch and smiling. Looking down, Matt noticed his blatant erection bounce with each step. Brittney saw him and said, "I guess you are adjusting to the scenery in here." They locked eyes, then she descended the stairs ahead of him. He watched her ass jiggle with each step. "Oh, so you noticed?" She half paused and smiled back at him. His bulge was at eye level to her on the steps. "You'll put someone's eye out with that thing!" She bounded down the rest of the steps, continuing down the hall. Matt followed. "What can I say, I really like your suit." In the hall, there were two doors -- one with a bikini stencil and one with shorts. "Ok, silly Mr. Matt. These are the locker rooms. You aren't allowed on my side and I'm not on yours, so head on in, take a look around, and meet me by the showers." She winked at him and pushed through the door marked with a bikini, disappearing. Matt entered the men's room. He looked around as he strolled through. There were a few dingy stalls and sinks, then a locker room/changing area with benches. Finally, he came upon four shower stalls in a row. They shared a common partial wall with the mirror image women's showers on the other side. The partial wall allowed you to see the person's head and legs in the adjacent showers, but blocked their mid-sections. On the shared walls, Matt saw what look like mirrors in each stall, except instead of the reflected image, he could see right through into the women's side. Suddenly, a shower came on at the end of the row. He looked to the end and saw Brittney smiling and waving to him. "Its just so hot today, I need to cool off," she said. As Matt approached, he watched her undo the ponytail and shake out her long, honey-colored hair. He stepped into the stall across from her as she dipped her head into the spray. Water cascaded down her body and he watched it soak her tiny white bikini through the one-way mirror. Every contour of Brittney's body was visible through her wet, transparent suit. "I like these mirrors," he said, making no attempt to hide the fact that he is staring at her body. "Can you help me with this?" Britt said, turning her back to him and collecting her hair over her shoulder. Matt stepped to the wall and looked at the back of her bikini top tied in a neat bow. "You want me to untie this?" She giggled. "Of course, silly. I can't reach." He shrugged, then reached over the wall and tugged on the string. The fabric pulled with the weight of her tits, then relaxed as her round C-cups bounced free. "Thanks, now back to your side, silly boy -- no peeking!" She wagged a finger at him and he stepped back. She lifted her top over her head and turned to face him. Brittney was standing in the shower topless letting the water run down her chest as she passed her fingers through her hair. Matt could see her head and shoulders over the wall. He lowered his gaze and could clearly see her heavy, dewdrop-shaped tits through the mirror. They were tanned light brown with pale triangles over her nipples where her top left tan lines. Ogling her young breasts and her pretty pink nipples, he thought, "She must know I can see her..." One hand involuntarily dropped to feel his dick over his shorts. He had formed an obvious tent. "What about you, aren't you gonna cool off?" she asked coyly. "Nope, I'm good," he said, squeezing his shaft through his shorts. He could feel it throbbing as he watched her turn back and forth in the spray. Her perky boobs jiggled slightly and water dripped from the bubble-gum-colored tips. Her hands came up her ribcage and she squeezed her ample tits together. Water pooled in her naked cleavage, then plopped out. "Oh come on, you must be getting hot," she held her tits and batted her eyelids. "Damn, Britt, you are so fuckin sexy!" he said, practically drooling. She stepped toward him, resting her elbows on the wall. Her young boobs pressed against the mirror. Matt watched as they flatten, becoming bigger and rounder. She giggled at him. "Matt, do you have another stiffy?" He realized she was looking in his stall. "Well, yea. Watching you has got me rock hard..." he said, practically whispering now. Brittney's eyes dropped, followed by her jaw. "Holy shit... look at the size of that thing..." She was staring straight at his bulge, which he was gripping. "I thought it looked big before but, wow..." Before Matt realized what was happening, Brittney dropped to her knees and crawled under the wall into his stall. Crouching below him, she placed both hands on his waistband and curled her fingers inside. Her eyes rose to look up at him. "Brittney, are you sure you should-" in mid-sentence, she pulled hard and his shorts dropped, bunching at his feet. Brittney's eyes widened and both hands covered her mouth as she sat back on her haunches. Bobbing inches from her face, Matt's massive tool jutted out at her. She looked up at him, then back down at his plum-sized head. It seemed to be looking back at her through its one eye. "I... I..." she stammered, transfixed. Under her breath, she muttered, "Wait til Miss Dee sees this one..." "What was that?" Matt fired back quickly. "Oh, nothing-its just so big," she said flatly as she wrapped both hands around his shaft. He closed his eyes, sighing as she gripped him. He could feel more blood rushing into his dick head as it swelled toward her gaping mouth. "Do you like my cock, Britt?" She felt his thick shaft throb in her hands. They looked so tiny wrapped around his girth. Brittney could feel his pulse in a puffy blue vein running along the top of his length. "Wow, Matt. I can barely put my hands around it." Her eyes rose to meet his. "Your dick is really big," she said, almost chuckling. She started sliding her wet hands back and forth, getting his shaft wet and shiny. "God Brit, that feels amazing." Opening his eyes, he looked down at the gorgeous blond kneeling below him, gently stroking along his length. "I'm going to try to suck it," she again made eye contact. Matt nodded, placing one hand on her head encouragingly. Brittney opened her jaws as wide as she could and sunk his firm, soft head past her lips onto her tongue. Matt moaned softly. Brittney stared straight ahead and breathed through her nose as she shifted her head forward. More dick slid into her mouth. Her lips stretched to accommodate his width. She continued to slowly stroke her hands back and forth. In rhythm with them, she slid her mouth back and forth. When her hands moved toward his tip, she leaned forward. Her hands met her lips about half way. Brittney paused with 6 inches of Matt's wide 15 inch tool buried in her mouth, straining. "CCCCKKKK!!!" she sputtered, saliva spraying onto his shaft. Her mouth retreated as she catches her breath. "Wheeew, Brit. You are a really great cocksucker!" he said, a bit louder than he meant to. He realized suddenly they are in a very open room. Brittney spat harshly on her palms, then gripped his shaft again. Matt looked down as she stuck out her tongue and slapped his large head against it, making a wet sound. This made Matt moan. He reached behind her head and lifted, gripping her blonde mane. At the same time, he shifted his hips forward. His large, cherry colored head parted her lips, then stretched them wide with his meaty shaft. This started Brittney in a rhythm. "Mmmm," Matt sighed as she takes over. Stroking his length in rhythm with her mouth, she continued, making eye contact and batting her eyelids. The men's room door burst open and Matt froze, although Brittney didn't miss a beat. She continued working back and forth on his stiff dick. A man in a bathing suit casually strode toward him. Matt knew he must see that someone is crouching in the stall with him. The man waved and smiled knowingly. All Matt could do is nod awkwardly. The sounds of Brittney's slurps echoed on the walls as the man passed out of sight. Matt turned to look back down at her. The young lifeguard was intently focused on servicing his sizeable cock. She pumped both hands in time with her bobbing head, back and forth. Then she began to hum happily with her eyes turned up to him. Brittney seemed to know exactly how to perform a blowjob and worked him right up to a climax quickly. Her enthusiasm and focus heightened his pleasure. "Britt, I've been turned on all afternoon. I have a big load and I REEALLY need to cum." His eyes locked onto hers. "Once I start cumming, I need to you keep stroking, no matter what. Can you do that for me?" She nodded without breaking her downstroke. Matt settled back on his heels, relaxing. He looked down at her pretty blonde hair and enjoyed the feeling of her tongue on the bottom of his head. He could even feel his vein throbbing against the top of her mouth as the tip of his dick almost completely filled her mouth. Matt watched her hands pump his shaft toward her stretched, eager lips. "Mmmm, that's it..." he sighed. His balls tightened as they bounced against her wrist. He placed his hand on her shoulder for balance. She looked up at him. "Are you ready?" he asked. He felt a gush of precum leave his tip. She leaned forward and nodded as he gushes. It caught her by surprise, right in the back of her mouth. She recoiled from the force, then gagged from the taste as his precum trickles onto her tongue. "GGGGGHHHH!!" she coughed, still stroking with a tight grip. "I'm going to cum," he said flatly. Matt's cock began to twitch. His head swelled in her mouth as she recoiled from gagging and her lips backed off his tip. The first stream fired out thick and fast - it splattered onto Britt's face and over her right eye, hanging thickly in the eyelash. Her grip slipped off of his shaft. Matt quickly grabbed his shaft and strokes it purposefully. As Brittney caught her breath, he pumped out one... two... three more wide white strands across her face. "Uh... uhhhh.... Uhh..." he grunted raggedly with each jet. She recovered, putting both hands by his one. She gripped his pulsing cock hard and drove her mouth over his head. They pumped his shaft in unison. Brittney tasted another surge, then another. She giggled open-mouthed as Matt finished cumming, covering her tongue. Matt had to laugh. Looking down, he saw a mess of a teenage blonde. Her tits were out and she was kneeling in a dirty shower with a thick cock buried in her lips and thick strings of cum lining her face. She blinked up at him through cum-heavy eyelashes. He shuddered and spurted his final jet into her mouth. "Aaaahhhh..." Matt sighed. She moved her head back, letting his cock head slip from her mouth. "Nnnnggghhh" she moaned, sticking out her tongue. Looking down, Matt saw his white sperm pooled on her tongue. Brittney closed her mouth, then closed her eyes and swallowed loudly. She opened her eyes and mouth, showing him a clean tongue. Matt leaned forward and wiped his head on her tongue. "Aaaaahhhhh... ha ha ha he he he" she kissed his head. "Wow." Brittney shifted back to sit on her heels. "Look at all this cum! You weren't kidding about the size of your load." She looked exasperated as she wiped her eyes. Matt watched a blob of jizz hanging from her chin. It swayed as she spoke, then dropped onto her chest, oozing between her perky tits. "Britt, I gotta say, you worked it out of me. I mean, I was horny after meeting Miss Dee, but you really suck cock like a champ." Brittney pulled his shorts up and he tucked his dick inside. "You caught me by surprise, Matt." She ducked back over to her side and putsher face into the shower stream as she stood. "That first shot hit the back of my mouth and I lost it. I mean I like the taste of cum, but yours was such a strong shot and really thick texture." She wiped his spunk from her face and chest. "Sorry I lost my grip." "Brit, you blew me really hard. I could tell you were really into it. Don't be sorry for that performance -- I don't always cum quite that much volume. You should be proud of that." Matt continued watching her. "Thanks." She smiled and pulled her bikini top back on. Matt reached across and tied it obligingly. Even covered, the wet white fabric left her young breasts mostly visible. He could clearly make out her hard nipples through the top. She pulled her wet hair back into a ponytail and tied it. "Are you ready to see the rest?" she chimed, turning off the shower. Matt nodded and they headed out of the open-air exit to the pool area. Oasis Pool Club Ep. 01 Pt. 2 Matt follows a tall blonde along the side of a large pool. Brittney is the head lifeguard and she is giving him a quick tour of the Oasis Pool Club as part of his interview. He is here in response to an ad for a new lifeguard. Matt watches Brittney's tanned ass in the tiny white bikini bottoms. It jiggles playfully with each bounding step. Brittney explains the ins and outs of working at the pool club. She shows him around the pool, but Matt is distracted by her body and the other lifeguards. He mostly tunes her out as he focuses on two more sexy lifeguards lounging in equally skimpy suits. "Do you have any male lifeguards?" he asks staring at a short brunette lifeguard with a juicy ass hanging out of her tiny bottoms. It shows no sign of sag or cellulite. Despite recently ejaculating, he can feel his loins stir. Brittney giggles. "You'd be our first." Matt makes a mental note of this despite the distracting conditions and dazzling sunlight. They walk past the pool to a one-storey building with two doors -- one marked SAUNA and the other SPA. "Here is our coed sauna and on this side, we have a spa!" her voice rises with a wave of her hand. "No shit," Matt thinks to himself, but he just smiles at her. The SPA door bursts open and the man Matt saw in the locker room emerges. He hurries past them red-faced. Brittney catches the door and they enter. The spa area is an oriental themed open room with scented candles and a large massage table. A small, very attractive young Asian woman is wiping her hands on a towel. They are covered in what looks like a thick white lotion. She tosses the towel into the hamper and turns to them. "Brittney, so nice to see you," she speaks with a calm voice. "Hiii Lin. Lin" -pause- "this is our new friend" -pause- "Matt". She gestures to Matt. Brittney seems to think that Lin doesn't understand English very well. Matt smiles and steps toward her. "Nice to meet you Lin." Lin shakes his hand. He is a bit struck by how tiny her hand is, but also very strong. She is short and petite with dark skin. The robe she wears covers most of her, but her skin looks so soft, it almost glows. Her wide, almond shaped dark eyes are sharp but welcoming. She has long, dark hair that flows around her cute face and is tied back in an intricate braid. She smiles at him effortlessly. "Hello Matt. Miss Dee tells me you are interested in job." She speaks and moves with a soft confidence. "Uh, yes. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I came for the interview, but everyone has been so nice." He rocks on his heels and swings his arms somewhat awkwardly. "Well, I'll leave Lin here to show you around," Brittney says, turning toward the door. She opens it, "Bye!" She swings out and it clangs shut. "Matt, Miss Dee ask me to give you deep tissue massage. She say it help you relax for final part of interview. Please put on towel." Lin gestures toward a folding screen. "You want to give me a massage?" Matt is dumfounded. She gestures again, smiling. He pads over to the screen and slides it flat. He drops his pants and peels off his shirt. Something about the atmosphere in the room has made his dangling cock start to tingle. He kicks off his flip flops and wraps up in the towel. Then he slides the screen back. Lin is bent over lighting a candle. Matt can see right up her very short robe. Her dark skin is lighter under her legs. He can see the folds of her tiny pink labia and the soft curve of her ass. It is all flawless. Lin rises, blowing on a match. "Please." She gestures toward the table. Matt hops on and lays back. "Please lie on stomach." She instructs. He spins, putting his face into the U-shaped pillow. Lin shuffles around him and he hears her squishing lotion into her hands. Then she starts to work on his shoulders. Lin's hands are strong and knowledgeable. Matt feels her working his shoulder muscles and moving her way down his back. She rubs down each arm, then stands by his legs. She shuffles the towel up to access the back of his thighs. Matt can feel a slight breeze against the bottom of his cock head as he lies on his stomach. He realizes it must be exposed, but he is so relaxed, he doesn't even care. Lin's expert hands start at his feet and work their way up each leg. Matt tries to relax, but now he is becoming aroused. He can feel his face flush as his cock stirs. Soon he will be unable to lie on his stomach. She reaches the top of his thighs. Without Matt noticing, she unties the towel. He feels air on his bare ass as she slides it off. Lin's fingers begin to knead his ass. He sits up slightly. "Full body," she says firmly and he relaxes. Occasionally, he thinks he can feel her fingertips lightly graze the bottom of his ball sack. As she rubs his bare ass, his cock starts to press flat against the table. Her motions cause him to rock back and forth very slightly but just enough to stimulate the skin on his head. Matt's dick responds, growing. "Ok, roll ova please." Lin says suddenly. She turns to squirt more lotion on her hands. Matt rolls on the table, trying to keep the towel on. As he settles, his turgid member flops over the towel onto his stomach. It makes a heavy, fleshy sound. Lin gently lays another towel across to cover him. She seems to be used to this situation. Her slick hands rub his chest and arms. Without realizing, he closes his eyes at some point. Lin moves onto his face and works down his neck and chest. Matt feels warm flesh brush up against his face. Opening his eyes, he sees Lin's soft, small tits dangling upside down over his face. She slides further down, near his semi rigid member. Her warm skin presses into his face. Lin moves back up, walking around to his legs. He can see she has taken the robe off and her body is amazing. Small, but in tight proportion, her B-cup breasts are topped with dark nipples. They are accentuated by her dark hair. "Relax please," she instructs. Matt lies back and she starts on his legs. She moves her way up and again, this causes his cock to stir. It is pumping and rising under the towel. Lin doesn't seem to notice and continues massaging her way up his thighs. At one point, his dick lurches to a 45 degree angle off his body. Lin's supple hands are just inches away from his shaft, working his upper thigh. Finally, the towel slides off his bobbing cock. Lin looks at it, then back to Matt. His manhood is bigger than her forearm. She calmly turns toward the lotion dispenser and watching her naked body, Matt realizes for the first time that the lotion is clear. That white lotion from before must have been... "This very common during massage." She wrings her hands together, approaching him between his legs. Lin reaches down and pulls a pin on the table. The special massage table separates between his oily legs. Matt's legs spread with the table and she stands between them. He feels his balls fall and dangle as his legs are spread. "If you need release, you get happy ending, ok?" Her fingers gently brush his dangling sack. Matt lifts his head to look at Lin. She is naked in between his legs. Her skin seems to radiate and her eyes draw him in. He nods, then watches her wrap both hands around his circumcised cock. She laces her fingers together to hold his width. At her touch, his erection swells. It reaches its full height as she begins to stroke the skin behind his large, round head. Matt's breathing increases slightly. He watches her work her way to the base of his cock, coating his skin with lotion. Her hands are firm with their strokes. They feel like a slippery ring wrapped around his shaft that is just a little too small for his full circumference. This creates an urge for Matt to thrust his cock into her hands with each downstroke. She squeezes his cock at the base with her hands deep in his pubic hair. The tip of his dick is near her face and he feels an urge to push his head even further. Somehow his body feels almost out of his control as she massages his cock. Lin uses her whole body to work her hands. Up and down, up and down, his cock skin now shining with a wet sheen. Each time she reaches the base and squeezes, they lock eyes and he pushes. Lin has never seen a cock head swell like his. It looks like a sponge soaking up water and is a deep purple color. She knows the signs for when men would erupt. Matt is putty in her hands. She drops one of her hands to cup his balls. This is one of her barometers to climax. His testicles would start to twitch when the man was starting to cum. They were tight, but not twitching. Matt is right on the edge. Lin's hands both grip the base of his cock. Matt puts his head back as she squeezes. He grips the towel, feeling his cock swell. It's a great feeling -- he wants to cum. Lin continues to squeeze with one hand, but moves the other to his purple plum of a head. She starts to squeeze and stroke directly on his head. It slips easily through her strong, soft hand. Lin looks down just in time to see his balls start to jerk and twitch. Matt's eyes roll back in his head as he starts to spurt. Lin's hands stroke up and down, one on the shaft, one on the head. Cum surges through her fingers, spewing into the air. His bursts come faster than with Brittney, flying almost straight up, then falling. The jets fall wet and fast on her hands and his cock, stomach, and chest. The towel there quickly becomes doused. Sperm flies and splats wetly as Lin continues to work his head. The only sounds are Matt's breathing, her wet hands on his prick, and the splatter of semen. The geyser subsides as Matt's tense cock relaxes. Finally, Lin slows her hand movements, then stops. Matt's semen oozes from his tip as her gentle grip squeezes the last glob out like she is squeezing a tube of toothpaste. "Ok, Mister Matt -- very happy ending, yes?" Lin giggles as she slowly unwraps her sticky hands from Matt's shaft. He lifts his head to watch her sexy little naked body. When she lets go of his turgid member, it flops over into the puddle of jizz collected on the towel across his stomach. "Ugghh, yes, Lin, thank you. That was a great massage." Matt sighs, his breathing returning to normal. Lin steps back in between his legs with a fresh towel and lifts his weighty cock. She cleans it gently, then wipes the splatter from his legs and chest. He notices that she rubs his balls while cleaning him -- leaving Matt with a very pleasant feeling. "Yes, Mister Matt. Now you go to talk to Miss Dee." She smiles at him and pats his balls softly before collecting all the soiled towels. She turns from him to dispose of the mess. He lays naked for a second, watching her perfect, olive-colored ass. He notices she cleans herself last, wiping sperm from her hands and arms. At last, he puts himself into motion. Matt rises and dresses as Lin cleans the table. He notices her stealing glances here and there at his flaccid cock dangling between his legs before he finally steps into his shorts. Lin smiles sweetly at him, then bows. Matt isn't sure how to respond, so he bows. "Thank you, Lin -- you have very skilled hands." He then exits the spa. Oasis Pool Club Ep. 01 Pt. 3 As Matt steps from inside out to the pool area, he is forced to shield his eyes from the intense sunlight. He stands there blinking while his eyes adjust. Matt is at the Oasis Pool Club on a job interview for a lifeguard position. He had just gotten a full body massage from the resident masseuse after receiving a thorough tour from the tall, blonde head lifeguard. He is heading to the office of the pool club's boss and owner, Diane Dickson, or Miss Dee as she is fondly referred to by the rest of the staff. The pool is still mostly empty. His eyes stop at a brunette lifeguard. He recognizes her as one of the girls he ogled while on his initial walk-through. She is fishing something out of the deep end with the pool skimmer. It looks like the top of the blonde head lifeguard, Brittney's bikini. "This is the strangest interview I've ever been on..." Matt thinks. He is staring at the bikini-clad brunette lifeguard. He watches her fingers grip the wide shaft of the skimmer. Before he can control his thoughts, the image of another wide shaft in her hands pops into his head. Matt feels the tinge of arousal again. "Ok, I've gotten a blowjob and a handjob by women I've said less than ten words to, all in the last 2 hours. This seems too good to be true. I need to keep my wits about me around these horny, sexy women." These thoughts sink into Matt's brain. The brunette bends at the hip to fish the bikini top out of the water. His cock shifts again as he admires her large, curvy ass split down the middle by the thin fabric of her suit. He starts toward Diane's office, passing the brunette lifeguard. She sort of giggles and smiles as he passes. The girl is very cute, with a modest nose stud and a small mole above her lip. He smiles back at her. When he is a half-step past her, she turns back to the skimmer. Matt gives her a friendly push, sending her flying into the pool, then darts away. -SPLASH- "Hey!!!" she calls out as he rounds the corner to the hallway. He passes the open air exit to the bathroom. From inside, he can hear a man moaning loudly. Matt remembers his encounter with Brittney in the shower. "I wonder if I was that loud..." he thinks, turning up the stairs. He reaches the door marked "Office" and pauses. He can hear Diane talking through the door, although not clear enough to make out her words. Matt smoothes out his hair, then knocks loudly on the door. He tries to look serious, not like he was just sucked and stroked off by two of her employees. "Just a minute!" she calls. After a brief few moments, "Come in." He opens the door and steps through. Diane is at her desk, smiling. "Holy fuck," he thinks, "she has to be the hottest piece of ass here..." "Hi Miss Dee." Matt smiles back at her. He has to make an effort to keep eye contact so he doesn't stare at her bountiful knockers. "Matt! I see you made it back here ok -- did Britt take care of you?" Diane gestures at the chair in front of her desk. What does she mean by "take care of"? Matt's nerves get the best of him as he starts to speak, but it comes out as more of a squawk. After clearing his throat, he begins again. "Yes, Britt is so nice. Lin also took good care of me." He slips onto the chair and tries not to blush. "Great. Lin is a skilled and knowledgeable masseuse. She is also responsible for the chemicals in the pool water. She is studying chemistry and anatomy in grad school and does a great job keeping our pool balanced. "All of the girls here are very friendly. If you ever need anything," she pauses, tilting her head like she is telling him a secret, "just ask." She shuffles her papers, "So, you can see that, as a lifeguard, you will be taking on pretty standard tasks: watching in and around the pool, keeping an eye on..." Diane continues on about the job. Matt's eyes wander from her shiny red lips, down her neck to her chest. She is still wearing the deep V-neck shirt, but now Matt can no longer see the tops of her lacey bra cups. Diane's massive tits hang in front of her unsupported. He now notices the nickel-sized bumps where her nipples are visible. I wonder when she took off her bra... "...with Britt and Samantha. Have you met Sam?" Diane has been talking the whole time. She now pauses. Matt is caught off guard by the silence, but stammers, "Uhhh... maybe -- I don't know." He gives a generic answer because he didn't hear the question. "Matt, is my shirt distracting?" she asks with a twinkle in her eye. "Ummm, no... not really," he lies. "Well, you seem preoccupied. What is it?" Diane absent-mindedly traces her pen across her thick lips. "Ok, honestly?" Matt looks at her face and she nods. "I can see your nipples through your shirt..." his eyes fall to meet the protrusions. Diane looks down as if this fact is news to her. Matt starts to panick, figuring he has embarrassed her. "But, they are great... I... I mean your breasts are..." Now his face flushes red. "Matt, please -- its OK." She smiles warmly. Diane draws her shoulders together and pulls her shirt at the elbows. Matt watches, not sure if he has ruined everything. The soft, ample skin of her cleavage is pale and it jiggles with her movements. "I want you to feel comfortable here," she says, pulling her shirt down slowly. Diane watches Matt's face watching her. The V-neck opening stretches wider until her narrow shoulders pop through. His eyes are locked on her tits. "I do everything I can to create a desirable environment for my employees," she speaks with an even tone. More of her generous breast skin becomes visible. Her shirt collar is only an inch or so away from the tops of her protruding nipples. She slides her arms out of the neck, carefully holding the fabric in front to cover her chest. Matt shifts in his chair as his cock springs to life in his shorts. "Now, does this help?" she pulls the last few inches down at once. Diane's massive rack bounces into full view. The elastic of her shirt collar tucks neatly under them. "Holy shit..." Matt mumbles. Her tits are monumental. They are at least double Ds. They dangle in front of her, pale and soft. They hang heavily but are full and firm with no sag. Probably more than two handfuls each, they are thick and round and they stick out about 8 inches from her flat stomach. Her perfect, rose-colored nipples are wide and puffy. They are surrounded by half-dollar sized areolas and they point slightly diagonal out from her instead of straight forward on her slight frame. "Ummmm... Wow, Miss Dee..." Matt is locked in, unable to look away. She basks in his awe. Diane always loved how men are completely disarmed by her giant hooters, especially when they are bare. She enjoys Matt's reaction. Diane stands and walks around in front of her desk, stopping as she straddles his legs. His eyes follow at boob level. She leans forward, dangling them near his face. "Can you see my nipples now, Matt?" "Yee...Yeeeah..." he nods absently. His nostrils fill with her enticing scent. It is airy and floral, but there is a hint of something primal. Diane looks down into Matt's lap. Smiling, she can see his large bulge straining against his shorts. She can even make out the ridge of his dick head. It looks to be about the size of a Clementine orange. She gasps slightly, but Matt doesn't notice. He is entranced by the abundant globes hanging in front of him. Unable to resist, he reaches up with open palms, cupping the bottom curve of her heavy mounds. He lifts them gently, feeling their weight, then looks up at her. She smiles and puts one hand in his hair invitingly. She knows men love to press their faces (among other things) into her cleavage. Diane can see this desire in his eyes. "Go ahead." His gaze lowers back to her tits. He bounces them gently in turn, then pushes them together, watching her jiggle and ripple. As he leans forward for the motoroboat, she leans into him, placing both hands on his shoulders. Diane's soft, warm breasts flatten against his face. He slides his hands around her waist and shakes her slightly. "Arub -- Rub -- Rub - BRRRRRRRRR..." His sounds are muffled by her cleavage. Diane shakes her shoulders with his motion, softly slapping her tits against his face. She giggles as he motorboats her. Now that she has humored him, Diane leans back. Matt's expression forces her to crack a smile. His hair is mussed and he looks at the twins on her chest with amazement. "Miss Dee, has anyone ever told you that you have the greatest set of tits on this earth?" he says with urgency, still unable to pull his gaze from her dangling jugs. "Actually, yes." She smiles down at him. Now she is ready to get serious. Bending at the waist, she lowers her head even with him, forcing Matt to make eye contact. "So remember what I said about being comfortable?" A sly smile crosses Diane's face as she places her hands on his thighs. Matt nods. She spreads her fingers and with her right hand, she finds the thick barrel of his shaft running down his thigh. Diane grips it through his shorts, feeling it flex at her touch. Matt swallows hard. "There is no way this is comfortable..." Diane holds her mouth open suggestively. Matt stares at her deep blue eyes through her dark-rimmed glasses, then watches her thick shiny lips hang open. They are bright red. She must have just put lipstick on. "Um, no -- its actually very uncomfortable." Matt can feel his cock swelling, growing in her grip. A slight grin spreads across Diane's face as she sinks to her knees between his legs. "Here, Matt -- let me just..." In one quick move, she opens the Velcro fly of his board shorts and reaches inside, finding his cock head. As her hand closes around it, she thinks it feels like a clammy racquetball. She threads his head through the open fly, followed by his veiny, hard shaft. As Diane pulls Matt's dick out of his shorts, she gasps. At first, the large head and start of his wide shaft come into view. "Oh-" She slides more cock through the open fly. "My-" She pulls out the final few inches. "GOD!" His meaty member juts out at her. Matt has to smile at how obscene his massive, stiff erection looks next to her small, cute face. Diane's jaw drops. Her mouth gapes open, framed by her red lips. "Matt!" she wraps her hand around it at the spot where his shaft meets his head, staring at the hole in his tip. Diane seems to be aiming it at her mouth. Her other hand slips into his shorts, cupping his ball sack. Her diminutive hands feel warm. "Holy shit, look at that!" She meets his gaze. "Britt told me it was the biggest cock she'd ever seen, but I didn't expect it would be my biggest..." Matt struggles to put his thoughts together -- something about what she just said didn't sound right... "Miss Dee, I-" He watches her open her mouth and abruptly move her juicy lips to meet her hand. Diane takes his engorged head into her mouth. "... I ... uuuhhhhhhh..." Matt sighs, swelling in her warm, wet mouth. His hands fall to his sides, dangling. The hand at Diane's mouth slides down his shaft into the pubic hair at Matt's base. Diane continues to caress his nuts with her other hand as she pushes her mouth forward, past his cock head. Matt moans, watching inch after inch of his meaty shaft sink deeper past Diane's lips. The blue vein on top of his cock disappears slowly into her red lips as they stretch out around him. A few curls of her dark, thick hair fall forward to brush against his fleshy pole as she strains. "Ooohhhhhhhhh..." Matt moans gently as he gathers her hair, holding it with both hands on top of her head. She is deep enough that he now feels the back of her mouth with the tip of his prick. Diane breathes deeply through her nose, then looks up at him. Matt looks past her glasses, into her deep blue eyes. She nods slightly. Matt grips her hair and thrusts, driving his large head down her throat. Diane's eyes open wider and Matt can feel her throat spasm against his hardness. She gags around his shaft silently. Diane's mouth and throat are stuffed. She wasn't exactly prepared for how big he would be and she is struggling with the half of his cock she is able to deepthroat. After a suppressing a few reflexive chokes, she can't hold back. "ggcckkk" she gags quietly, still managing to hold back a full sputter. Her spit splatters down his dick, bubbly and clear. Despite gagging, she holds him in her throat. "oh my god..." Matt exclaims quietly. He feels Diane stick her tongue out along the bottom of his member. At some point, both of her hands moved to his balls, which she is now gently kneading. "Ahhhh....uuuhh..." He mumbles in ecstasy. Diane's body shudders with a more powerful choke reflex. "AAAAGGGGCCCCCKKKKKKK" She gags again, this time retreating. Her hands work her spit into his shaft as she slides his length out. "Oooh, Diane..." Matt murmers. She gasps and swallows, trying to catch her breath. "That is an impressive cock," she pants. "Oh god, your mouth feels amazing." Matt says as he smiles at her. Diane holds his pole out straight, examining it. There is a bright red ring from her lipstick at the point where she took him deepest. "Not bad," she quips. "I just took over 8 inches of cock right down my throat..." Matt nods. "That's way better than Britt." "I'm glad you brought her up." Diane says as she sits up, still kneeling. Her big titties rise back into Matt's line of sight. She lets go of Matt's rod and it bobs stiffly between the two of them. Diane's hands move to cup her giant mounds. "Since this is technically a job interview, Brittney may end up as one of your co-workers." She tilts her head forward and a long, clear string of her saliva drools out. It drips onto her soft, fat breasts. Diane shakes, then squeezes together her massive globes, spreading her spit. Matt is speechless. "Lin, too" she continues. "You'd have to get along with them a lot." Diane rubs her chest into a wet sheen, then she grabs his long dick with both hands. "...maybe more than once a day," she adds as she spits lewdly onto his cock head. "Could you do that?" "Uhh, what?" Matt is in a stupor. "Can you get along with Lin, Britt, myself and the other girls?" Diane cups her tits again, parting them as she leans forward. "You'd be our only male employee." She wraps her generous melons around his shaft and leans back, pulling his stiff pole with her. Matt's cock is engulfed in her cleavage with only his purple, plum-sized head poking out below her chin. Diane begins moving her torso up and down, tittyfucking him. "Oh god," he murmers in pleasure. He watches her slick breasts work his wet shaft. Her hands press the sides of her large titties, mashing them together around his manhood. Diane's tiny hands look almost comical against her bulging jugs. "Uhh, yea," they make eye contact. "I could see myself fitting in well here..." Matt smiles. Diane smiles back, polishing his long member with her cleavage. She bounces her titties in his lap. "Good, Matt. I've avoided hiring a male lifeguard until now because we always have had all women." She speaks in a conversational tone despite the fact that she is fucking him with her spit-glossed tits. "But I think the time has finally come to bring someone with a set of balls on board." Diane moves her small hands to the tops of her boob, still pressing them together with her forearms. She leans slightly forward. More warm tit-flesh surrounds Matt's meaty member. Now, lifting her weighty breasts, she drops them heavily into his lap. With each downthrust, the bottoms of her tits plop loudly on his shorts. -PLAP--PLAP--PLAP- She is now tit-fucking him deeply. His cock head pokes her chin. Looking into Matt's eyes, Diane resumes her business-like tone. "Matt, I'd like to offer you a job here." She continues working him. -PLAP--PLAP--PLAP- She turns her face down, allowing his throbbing head to part her lips with each stroke. Matt can feel it squishing pleasantly against her tongue. Diane holds her mouth open, letting his cock poke into her mouth. -PLAP- "GAAaahh..."-PLAP-"Gaahhh..." she gapes. Matt swallows hard. "Sure, Miss Dee -- I'll take the job... Uuuhhhh that feels so good." Diane sits back. Matt's cock flops out of her cleavage. "That's great. I am really looking forward to working with you..." She takes his shaft by the base with both hands. Gripping tight, she scoots forward. His dick pokes her tits, then parts them. It slides wetly against her chest. She starts to bounce on his rod with her hands holding its base and her titties surrounding it, stroking as she bounces. "I'll need you to sign an employment contract -- pretty standard, but I'd like you to sign in cum." They make eye contact as she slides up and down. "Or just cum on it." Matt raises an eyebrow, watching her. "You want me to jizz on the contract?" He is now thrusting into her hands. "Yes..." down, up... "I know..." down,up... "It's a bit..." down, up... "Unusual..." down, up..."But I need you to cum." Again, she tilts her chin down and takes his head into her mouth on the downstroke, then up. Matt watches her ruby red lips gaping open, inviting him to thrust into her mouth. He groans as he wraps his hands around the broad curves of her huge tits, pressing them together around him. "Uuuuugggghhhhh..." Diane takes his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth with each stroke. Suddenly, she rises higher than usual, then comes down with force, impaling her small face on his meaty spike. "Oooohhh...uhhhhh...yeaaaaaahhhhh..." She slides deeper. Her face is practically against her own abundant cleavage. Matt watches her stretched lips reach the red ring on his shaft from earlier, then continue past it. Her tongue juts out along the bottom. Matt's balls tighten. He feels a squirt of precum as he clenches. "Miss Dee?" he says, squeezing her tits with urgency. Diane feels his jet into her throat and suppresses a gag. She looks up at him with her eyes watering. Matt looks at her and has to fight the urge to release his load right down her throat. Her cute face is stuffed with cock, stretching her quivering lips. Diane's pretty blue eyes shine back at him from behind her glasses. Her massive tits are mashed in his lap as she strains to throat him. "I'm ready to sign the contract." She slides back, panting softly as she frees his wet tool. Matt stands and holds his dick firmly with one hand. Any movement now and he will explode. Diane hurries over to her side of the desk and leans over it toward him, letting her tits flop onto her desk. She reaches across and grabs his cock from him. Looking down, Matt sees her start to jerk him. "Uhhhhh..." Matt watches her shiny tits shake and ripple gently as she jerks. He stares down at her juicy red lips and her cute face with the shiny black glasses. Diane looks down and points to a line on the contract as she pumps his wet shaft. "Please sign here..." She hears a rushing sound from the tip of his head- -Pffffft- -and looks up just in time to see his cum hole open. Suddenly, she feels a sharp splatter against her glasses as Matt grunts, erupting with force. Cum sprays abundantly against her forehead and runs down her nose, then her chin, and falls wetly on her tits. "...and here..." Matt grunts, firing another splatter. It blasts her and she recoils slightly at its force, giggling. "Ah, hahahaha, ahhh and initial here..." She pumps another strong spray onto her face. Matt sighs. Turning and looking up, she strokes with both hands. Matt can't help but burst again over her face and tits, letting his cum fly wildly. Diane giggles, closing her eyes reflexively, despite her glasses. Matt hears his semen splattering her skin and down onto the paper over her giggles. Oasis Pool Club Ep. 01 Pt. 3 "Finally, sign here." Diane leans forward, pumping him into her open mouth. As he spurts again, she closes her lips over his head, feeling spout after salty spout onto her tongue. She pumps until the flow slows, then stops. She blinks her eyes open, but can't see much through her sperm-splattered glasses. Matt sighs, groaning raggedly. Diane holds his dick with both hands. His head is buried past her lips. Matt looks down at the thick string of jizz sitting in the part of her hair, white against the shiny black of her curly locks. The strand dangles across her forehead and hangs on her glasses. Matt can't tell if her eyes are open or closed due to the layer of milky semen coating her lenses. Matt has to chuckle. He didn't know he could cum so much. His seed slowly drips from her coated face onto the shelf of her tits. The broad curves of each mound are also nicely coated, giving them a glazed dessert look. Diane is also surprised at the volume of ejaculate. It is an impressive load for his third of the day. She feels his cock withdraw from her lips. She pulls her glasses off so she can see. A string of cum slips from the frame, sticking to her nose in a wet trail between her eyes. She places her sticky glasses on the soiled stack of papers. Diane opens wide and looks up at Matt. He sees the sticky pool on her tongue. -GULP- "Aahhhh..." She smacks her lips as she swallows, then opens again and sticks out her tongue. Matt places his soft head on her wet tongue and enjoys the warmth of her mouth briefly as her lips close around it. "Mmmmm..." Diane moans as she sucks it quickly, then lets his head pop out of her mouth with a wet smack. "Ahhh Ha Ha Ha ha ha, Matt! That was an impressive load." Diane chuckles. She looks up at him smiling. "One of the biggest I've ever gotten." His dick is laying against her sticky chest. "Damn, Miss Dee. I wasn't sure I had it in me. I mean, the load I blew on Britt was...big. Then, Lin worked a huge one out of me..." He smiles down at her. "But this is the biggest. I just can't believe it..." Diane lifts his wet, semi-limp member and sits up. The top paper sticks to the bottom of her sticky tits. She peels it off and lets Matt's cock thud heavily back on the desk. The contract in her hand is speckled with wet spots. "Well, its official -- you are our newest lifeguard." She holds up the paper. "Can you start tomorrow?" Her glazed jugs jiggle as she moves. Matt smiles and nods at her as he stuffs his thick member back into his shorts. Diane pulls a hand towel from a drawer and wipes his drying sperm off her hands. Standing, she extends her hand. "Matt, its been a pleasure. Welcome aboard," she says cheerfully. He grasps her smaller hand in his large one. "Please, Diane," looking at her pretty cum splattered face and massive glazed titties, he smiles. "The pleasure was ALL mine. See you in the morning." Later, Diane has called Brittney and Lin into her office. Lin is hunched over Diane's desk with a magnifying glass. "Yes, contract has cum all over," she states. Diane turns to Brittney. "Are you sure you made him cum?" Brittney peps up. "Positive. It was all over my face and I even swallowed a bunch!" she says in disbelief. Diane knows the feeling. "Ok, Lin?" She turns to her. "Oh yes. Very happy ending. He shoot many time." She nods seriously. "Great -- we know this guy can cum at least 3 times in a row. He produces big loads, too." Diane watches both Lin and Brittney's heads nodding. "So, Lin, how is your cumcoction?" Lin opens a computer in her lap. There is a spinning molecular structure on the screen. "When man drink serum, digested molecule bond to tadpole in sperm. His cum become very powerful. If female make contact, even on skin, he influence her. To control mind, he must put cum in woman stomach, pussy, and anal sex. Then he have short period of complete mind control." "But you haven't tested it..." Brittney reminds her. "Cumcoction work, Miss Dee." Lin looks serious. Diane sits back. "Now we just need to get Matt to meet the mayor..."