You had anticipated this vacation for months. After those dark years confined to your humble abode, and the subsequent semesters required to conserve the necessary funding, finally you would make your long-awaited escape. Two entire, glorious weeks of sun-drenched delight in the beautiful tropical islands of paradise: undeterred by existential events and uninterrupted by both personal and professional obligations alike. It had been far too long; the stresses of those long, trying years had accumulated, and you could scarcely remember the last time you were away for more than a mere handful of days.

Contrary to the stories of prosaic excursions that you convinced your acquaintances of, your enchanting destination was anything but ordinary. Where most might indulge a typical trip to an average, everyday hotel, your ambitions were far more adventurous, and far less family-friendly. Indeed, what awaited you was a fortnight of frivolous decadence on an exclusive adults-only resort: where prurient pleasures and lewd lechery were not only permissible, but encouraged. Every square inch of the immense, secluded paradise was lavishly decorated and exquisitely outfitted for all variety of erotic activity: from nude beaches to poolside pole dancers, from sultry salons to gay gyms, from private playrooms to public passion pits - all could be found within its extensive reach, and readily accessible to all in attendance.

After enduring the lengthy flight and protracted shuttle conveyance, you finally arrived. Despite the electrifying encounters that surely awaited, you weathered little apprehension in the weeks preceding your departure. But as the air-conditioned bus wound its way through the narrow streets, and up to the walled compound, your heart began to flutter with exhilarating trepidation. Meanwhile, the gaggle of other, eager guests continued their boisterous, boozy cacophony: utterly alight with anticipation for the perverted pursuits and lascivious lounging that was to come. You could hardly contain your excitement.

As the shuttle rounded the final bend, briefly passing the solitary security post, the unprecedented extent of the incumbent pleasures became readily apparent. Your eyes darted and your head swiveled just to drink it all in. In almost any direction you dared to look: blatant nudity, brazen debauchery, and even overt intercourse could be found. The tingly, nervous jitters quickly developed into disbelieving alarm as you struggled to reconcile the palatial palace of pleasure that surrounded you. Yet there would be no delay or retreat, as the bus trundled obliviously through the courtyard and toward the ornate lobby.

The pounding panic gradually eased as you arrived at the reception alongside your fellow, inebriated guests. There was undoubtedly an atmosphere of electric excitement in the air as the boisterous patrons wandered through the queue. Whilst you patiently waited, a squadron of scantily clad staff strutted up and down the lines, serving chilled cocktails and sparkling champagne to the throngs of raucous guests. Deciding to afford a boost in courage, you warily accepted a drink. A dizzying draught of the icy concoction soothed your rattled nerves long enough to complete your check in and receive your room key.

Finally setting out into the sun-bleached promised land, you intermittently stumbled and skipped with alcohol-imbued vitality as the intoxicating beverage simmered through your buzzing, bleary mind. Just as during the approach, you were utterly surrounded by gratitutous nudity, promiscuity and sex - all without a moment's reservation; it was akin to a porn production, and unlike anything you had ever seen. Still encumbered by attire and baggage, you could not immediately partake, but such did not impede a pulsing, drooling erection from dampening your drawers and tenting your trousers. You could hardly wait.

Upon arriving at you room, you were immediately awestruck by the luxurious chambers: elegantly engineered for both lavish lounging, and lascivious lovemaking. At its heart towered a gargantuan four-poster bed, framed by heavy velvet curtains and sheer sashes, and festooned by a tranquil sea of opulent, silken pillows and delicately soft poufs. The pair of polished, mahogany nightstands, each clad in brilliant ivory cloths, offered an exuberant array of oils, lubricants and condoms - whilst further astride stood a grand glass cabinet, packed with an exotic arrangement of adult toys. It was a pleasure palace. Briefly, you considered changing into some suitably sultry beachwear, before recalling the resort's liberal penchant for nudity. With a tingly rush of defiance, you selected only a luscious towel before setting out naked.

The first hundred feet were tread in terrified hysteria, the meek slapping of sandals against the granite flagstones echoing like percussive maracas to the cacophonous backdrop of equally vociferous merrymaking that pervaded every inch of the grounds. Your roiling, discordant mind ceaselessly castigated your brazen boldness, expecting any moment to be apprehended for the overt obscenity. But as you stepped out into the stifling heat of the late-afternoon sun, your otherwise outrageous exposure garnered not a second glance. Still, your face burned a bright crimson as you strolled among the spectacle.

Eventually, your pulse slowed, the mental maelstrom subsided, and the electric twinge of indecent offence abated, leaving a giddy euphoric bliss in its wake. Never before had you felt so undeniably free as you strutted with renewed assurance along the tree-lined cobblestone pathways, proudly presenting your powerfully pulsing cock, succulently encumbered balls, and firm, chubby cheeks. Indeed, instead of abhorrence, you instead garnered many approving glances, giggles and gestures, even the occasional grope and sickening slap from inebriated passersby. Emboldened, you decided to embark upon the beach.

Setting out onto the searing, silky sand, the radiance of the majestic landscape was spellbinding. Immaculate white sand stretched in a broad swathe alongside the brilliant jade and emerald green of the dense tropical foliage, dotted by dainty umbrellas and padded sunbeds, and festooned with soaring palm trees that swayed majestically in the soft, salty breeze. The ocean, an endless yawning marvel of ivory and aquamarine stretched unbroken to the crisp vinculum where the waves kissed the distant sky. Overhead, the unsullied sunlight bathed you in its brilliant summer warmth, tempered by the cool zephyr that lapped over every inch of your exposed skin. The symphony of crashing waves, rustling leaves and passionate carousing dissolved any remaining doubts, giving way to utter tranquility. You were in heaven.

You drifted aimlessly across the beach, idly savoring the sublime sights and scintillating sounds: admiring the endless parade of elegantly bodies engaged in all manner of superlative sexuality. Though you yearned to partake, you courage for such a promiscuious proposition was still inchoate. Instead, you spied a row of airy cabanas, comprised of only straw and bamboo, overlooking the murmuring ocean beyond. Each airy sanctuary was home to a single padded table, upon which languidly lounged a blissfully placid, and presided over by a stocky, solitary masseur. You were immediately intrigued.

Of all the hedonistic huts, only one was without an inhabitant: its cushioned alter standing vacant whilst its solitary server loomed at its extent, staring pensively toward the horizon. Your gaze roved excitedly between the simple shanties, beholding the sensual pleasures enjoyed by the occupants within: from nude massages to exquisite masturbation to outright fornication; you couldn't wait to indulge. With tingly trepidation, you tread carefully into the open cabana, observing the shadowy silhouette of the masculine masseur: a broad, muscular, black dragon, but otherwise obscured by the glare of the midday sun.

Swallowing, you cleared your throat to finally let your presence be known. Slowly, the foreboding dragon turned to face you, shattering the tension with a radiant smile and an emphatic welcome. At once, he gestured eagerly toward the table, encouraging you to assume your place upon the padded surface. You however, remained transfixed upon the beguiling beast, captivated by his enchantingly handsome form. In addition to his sculpted shoulders, bulging biceps and titanic thighs, the dragon boasted prodigious pecs and a curvaceous cleavage that perfectly framed his beautifully belly. His long, serpentine tail swept gracefully as he swayed, and his vivid, violet wings fluttered elegantly in the breeze. He was clad in only a scant purple speedo that scarcely contained his amble endowment behind a tantalizing bulge.

The dragon lightly rapped the massage table, smiling affectionately as he observed your flirtatious distraction. Flustered, you stepped astride the bed in a futile attempt to conceal your drooling erection, but the dragon seemed entirely unfazed by your abashed display. His tail swept adeptly around the wooden plinth, gently caressing your ankle before trickling up your leg to tickle your inner thigh, and even delve delicately between your cheeks, making you shudder and whimper with excitement. From betwixt his chubby fingers, the beast deftly revealed a sealed condom, before setting a bottle of lubricant atop the small table that overlooked the massage bed. You swallowed. Your heart raced and arousal coursed through every inch of your body, as the dragon's erotic intentions were made perfectly clear.

Without requiring a subsequent invitation, and realizing it impossible to interdict the incumbent treatment, you sidled atop the cushioned table, sinking immediately into its soft, supple depths. Letting out a sigh of weary resignation, you gently reclined back, falling into the thick, lavish padding as you finally laid flat, staring up aimlessly at the softly whispering whiskers of the straw roof, the fronds dancing festively in the wind. Soon after, the imposing silhouette of the daunting dragon loomed into view. Still smiling assuredly, he flexed his arms and cracked his knuckles in preparation for the ensuing, lustful labors.

You closed your eyes as the beast's paws gently caressed your naked body, moving exquisitely across the entirety of your form with an expert aptitude: from the soles of your feet to the crest of your head. He set about plying his masterful craft: his firm grip and nimble fingers dancing over your exposed anatomy as he massaged your muscles, kneaded your knotted flesh, and manipulated your extremities, playing your body like a piano of pleasure. The years of deeply entrenched tensions and stubbornly persistent stresses gradually melted away to the warm, sensual touch of the burly, benign beast. A long, quavering moan of utter elation escaped your lips as, eyes half lidded in relaxation, you drifted into a serene, blissful nirvana. Meanwhile, the dutiful dragon steadily eroded away the very last of your resistance.

Already you felt renewed: light, liberated and invigorated, as if an immense encumbrance had been lifted from your body. Yet despite the undeniable revitalization, the dragon had not ceased his labors; instead, his paws drew steadily but inexorably toward your pulsing, engorged groin. You hissed with arousal as the dragon dispense a liberal coating of the thick, viscous lubricant, imbuing your loins with a, cool, tingly sensation. Your hiss evolved into an whimpering, emphatic moan as those girthy fingers and supple paw-pads closed around the base of your throbbing penis. At once, you felt your thrumming length surge with a jet of excited effluence, as the masseur began to slowly stroke your shaft, bathing your body in wave after wave of pleasure and causing you to writhe and convulse in unrestrained glory.

Seeing you squirming with pleasure, the dragon uttered a deep, dulcet growl of approval. Shifting nearer still, the seductive beast accelerated his pace and advanced his evocative technique. An incomprehensible, trilling exclamation leapt from your lips as those deft, devious claws tricked defiantly down between your thighs, first tickling your trembling taint before delving dauntlessly deeper. Meanwhile, his opposing paw continued its exquisite exercises, flowing in smooth, fluid cascades along your engorged endowments. His hands traversed your thighs and circumscribing your groin, claws torturously teasing your aching balls before sweeping up your slickened shaft, only to slowly descend with ferocious force. You whimpered and trembled in titillating pleasure, knowing you would not last long.

A wry, impish grin crossed the dragon's lips as he watched you wriggle ever closer to the verge. He began nonchalantly humming a low, velvety tune, as he continued his assault of unbearable pleasures, undeterred. Knowing its effect would be irresistible, the masseur slid his furtive fingers deeper. First teasingly thumbing your quivering rim with his soft, slickened paw pads, he then eased his supple, rubbery claw inexorably ahead, dipping within that tightly-clenched sphincter. At once, a howl of utter ecstasy echoed forth as you jolted suddenly, thrusting forcefully within his merciless grip. The beast merely smirked, as his paw plumbed deeper, slipping effortlessly into your awaiting anus as your rim instinctively winced and squeezed - all whilst quickening his sensual stroking of your throbbing cock.

Grunting and gasping in a fierce, feral urgency, punctuated by piercing paroxysm of pleasure, you felt yourself perilously approaching the verge. Desperately, you began to wriggle, impotently attempting to signal your nearing climax while whimpering weakly in protest. Undeterred, the horny dragon did not moderate his massaging: instead flowing firmer and faster - his claws trickled along your taint and tightly withdrawn scrotum before strangling your steely shaft. Meanwhile, his questing claw delved deeper, spelunking in your warm recesses while pressing and prodding meticulously until he found your prostate.

There was no abating the paralyzing pleasure, and no evading the inevitable outcome; that final provocation drove you soaring inexorably over the precipice. Fingers tightening into fists and toes curling with terrifying tension, you rocked and trembled vigorously as your muscles tightened and vibrated. The inferno ignited deep within quickly consumed every fiber of your being: surging like wildfire from your nethers to your fingertips, and burning with agonizing euphoria. You felt your cock begin pulsing, dry but throbbing a potent warning. A deafening roar built in your throat, escaping only as a stifled whimper.

You erupted. A thunderous bellow exploded from the tiny cabana, echoing across the beach as your wracked body was finally granted release. Ropes of searing seed gushed from your achingly laden loins like a volcano of unrestrained ecstasy, reaching your caretaker's chest before splattering gratuitously across your bare navel, painting a portrait of utter pleasure. Your fists pounded the padded table, your muscles writhed in violent spasms, and your back arched abruptly erect, driving your convulsing cock into that unyielding grip as the fires of orgasms burned through your overstimulated body. You grunted in desperate, guttural outbursts as the masseur continued mercliessly milking your manhood and probing your pulsing prostate; a snarl of perverse satisfaction escaped as his lips curved into a baleful grin.

After hours of unbearable ecstasy, finally the electric exhilaration began to fade. Your torturously throbbing cock graciously receded, and the terrifying torrents of white-hot seed abated to a mild, measured drooling. Slowly the tension relented and your muscles began to relax, rendering your rigid posture back into the soft embrace of the padded platform once more. Sinking deeper into the warm, welcoming bed, you felt the last of your worries, doubts and strength gently evaporating, delivering you into a profound, powerless bliss. The dragon beamed as you looked up to him, smiling back affectionately.