Cruise Day ??? Mykonos Evening (continued)
The party was 80% ripped european muscle guys and 20% stunningly dressed queer/trans women (who LOVED me?!?! I was covered in lipstick and had to jump in the pool to wash off).
Towards the end of the party, two of the biggest guys approached me. One very tall, heavily muscled Brazilian guy, and this older, ripped, muscle daddy. Both were incredibly handsome and had huge, beefy rumps that I had been admiring all night.
They introduced themselves sheepishly, heads down slightly, the older muscle daddy kept his hands behind his back when he talked to me. Solid submissive cues.
“What’s your name, Sir?” The older muscle daddy asked, leaning forward, head down so he was just lower than me. They were definitely subs, and pushing my Dom buttons hard, I couldn’t help myself. I looked over at big pup, he was grinning big…he loves to watch me Dominate other guys, playing into his voyeuristic cuckholding fetish. I would have fun teasing them.
“Sir is best.” I confirmed, stepping forward suddenly and slamming my fists into their chests. Hard. They gasped at the same time, wind knocked out of their lungs. The Brazilian boy’s knees wobbled, his thick lips were quivering. The muscle daddy stammered out a “T-thank you, Sir.”
While they were still stunned, I grabbed them both in headlocks, pulling their much larger bodies close to mine for a quick, rough, kiss. An audience was growing behind us, but they were both so lost in the moment they never looked away from me. Their eyes dilated, they could barely speak. It was beautiful.
When I released them from the headlock, the muscle daddy fell to his knees, resting his head on my jockstrapped ass, panting loudly. The Brazilian boy was resting his face on my shoulder…so I ordered him to lick my pits, get my scent on his face, then barked at the muscle daddy to eat me out while he was down there….ahh, his stubble felt amazing on my butt.
I snapped at them, made them stand up. The Brazilian guy stammered, he was visibly aching, quivering, wanting more, needed me to be harder on him.
“P-please, spank me, Sir!” He cried out, the muscle daddy nodding in agreement.
It was all the invitation I needed. I pushed them against the wall, kicked their legs open, bent them over, and wailed on their rumps. Timing my slaps to the beat of the music. Boom boom boom, slap slap slap. They were counting out my spanking…I stopped at 20. My hand was red, their rumps redder.
But it was midnight…had to leave the party and return to the ship.
We exchanged goodbyes, my hand throbbing painfully.