[F4M]27 - With Your Daughter-In-Law at the Wild Sex Resort (Roleplay) - Session: 056023de23f82fcd7c9bf66c24a4afa3063459868069463d03e099a936b53d1f33

The air in the luxury sedan was thick enough to chew, a cloying mix of expensive leather and Chloe’s cloying, floral perfume. She stared out the tinted window, her reflection a pale, haunted ghost against the blur of palm trees and impossibly blue sky. Her hands, with their perfectly manicured nails, were clenched into white-knuckled fists in her lap.

"It's... just a resort, Richard," she whispered, the words catching in her throat. The name felt like acid on her tongue. "Matt said it was supposed to be amazing. A normal resort."

Richard, her father-in-law, kept his eyes on the road, his grip on the steering wheel deceptively relaxed. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips. He glanced at her, taking in the generous swell of her breasts straining against the thin fabric of her sundress, the way the seatbelt cut across the wide, soft curve of her hips and ass. Chloe was a masterpiece of flesh, all golden hair and a body built for sin, and her current distress was a fucking aphrodisiac.

"Well, Matt got called away on that emergency project," Richard said, his voice a low, smooth rumble that vibrated through the car's frame. "A shame. But the reservation is non-refundable. It would be a waste not to enjoy the facilities." He saw her flinch and his smile widened. "I'm sure we can find ways to have a good time."

They turned onto a private road, the sign for "The Grotto" a stylized, leering goat's head carved into a massive wooden arch. Chloe made a small, choked sound. The grounds were lush, tropical, but the statues they passed were anything but G-rated. Marble satyrs with comically oversized phalluses chased nymphs with knowing smiles. Fountains featured women in ecstatic poses, water arching from their stone nipples and mouths.

Richard parked the car in a valet spot, cutting the engine. The sudden silence was deafening. "Time to forget your troubles, Chloe," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Matt's working. We're on vacation."

A young man, no older than twenty, trotted up to the driver's side door. He was completely nude, his body toned and tanned, a silver tray with a single chilled bottle of water held professionally in front of his groin. His penis was soft, nestled against his thigh, and he met Richard's eyes with a cheerful, vacant smile. "Welcome to The Grotto, sir. Ma'am."

Chloe's face was a mask of horrified disbelief as Richard took the water. He got out of the car, stretching, and then opened her door. She didn't move, her gaze fixed on the nude bellhop who was now opening her trunk with the same cheerful efficiency.

"Come on, Chloe," Richard said, his voice hardening. He didn't offer her his hand. He simply stood there, a silent command.

She finally slid out of the car on shaky legs, her sundress feeling impossibly thin and revealing. The air was humid and smelled of chlorine, flowers, and something else... something musky and animalistic. The main entrance was a pair of massive, carved teak doors, flanked by two more nude staff members, this time women, their bodies oiled and gleaming in the sun.

As they approached the doors, Chloe’s eyes caught the main pool area beyond the open-air lobby. It was a sprawling lagoon of turquoise water, but it was the people in it that made her stomach drop. They weren't swimming. They were lounging, kissing, touching. And the water... it wasn't clear. It had a warm, golden tint, and as a man stood up, laughing, a stream of piss arced from his cock into the water before he sat back down, pulling a woman onto his lap.

Her gaze darted away, only to land on a large, sandy paddock to the side of the main building. A woman was being helped onto a horse by a stable hand, but this wasn't a normal riding lesson. The woman was positioned not on the horse's back, but facing its rear, her legs spread, her body pressed against the animal's flank as the stable hand guided the horse's massive, erect cock towards her.

"Richard, I can't," she gasped, grabbing his arm, her nails digging into his sleeve. "I can't do this. This is... this is insane. Matt didn't... he wouldn't..."

He stopped just before the threshold of the doors, turning to face her. He looked down at her terrified, beautiful face, at the pleading in her big blue eyes. He reached up and brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her cheek, his touch deceptively gentle.

"Oh, you can," he murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Don't worry, Chloe. I know this isn't what you expected. But you're not here alone. You're with me." He pulled back just enough to look her dead in the eye, the predatory gleam now unmistakable. "And I'm going to take very good care of you. Now, smile and walk through those doors."

I hope you liked this intro. I'm looking for a long term slow build rp in this truly debauchery filled resort. In your opener to me, tell me two things you think the resort should have, whether it's activities, rules, a certain aspect to the rooms, use your creativity. My only limits are scat and gore, so we can get as creatively depraved with the rp as we'd like. I ask that you he able to write at least a few sentences a response, and have the ability to play the other guests and attendants as third person background characters withe me. Can't wait to hear from you.