I sat on the balcony taking in the view as Sam calmed down while facing the corner of the balcony. After I determined she had enough corner time, I approached her, turned her and kissed her hard. Sam’s face was traced with tears, but she looked utterly happy and content.
“Thank you, Master,” she said before kissing me hungirly.
“You’re welcome, Babygirl. Jump in the shower and wash up quickly.” I said, unlocking Sam’s collar.
“Yes, Sir.”
Ten minutes later, Sam stepped out of the bathroom refreshed. She wore a very small bright red g-string, a pair of 6 inch heels and nothing else. The g-string was so small it didn’t cover any of the barcode tattoo on her pussy mound.
Dressed in my bathing suit, I approached Sam with a red lace collar that matched the color of her g-string, high heels and lipstick she had applied. Once I secured the collar, I attached the leash to the collar and headed out the door.
As we walked through the resort we walked by a number of people in various states of undress. Most guests, especially submissive men and women were completely naked while their Master and Mistress wore minimal clothes. The resort workers were dressed uniformly. The male workers wore very loose loin clothes while the female workers wore tiny tan g-strings, high heels and nothing else.
I said hello to a few people we passed while Sam remained silent and behind me with her eyes focused on the floor. After a short walk, I led Sam outside the resort and into the hot Mexican sun. We walked down a winding sidewalk until we reached a large rectangular swimming pool.
The pool wasn’t busy and we found two open chaste chairs. Before we could sit, a beautiful young Hispanic woman with small tits approached us carrying a load of big fluffy towels.
“Towel, Master Jay?” She asked.
“Four please.”
“May I apply sunscreen, Sir?” She asked after covering our chairs with the towel, making sure to use one of the towels as a pillow.
“Yes. I’ll take 30 SPF. My submissive will take 50 SPF.”
Sam and I lay down on the chairs. As soon as I relaxed on the chair, the worker poured a large amount of sunscreen on my chest and stomach. She covered every inch of my body with sunscreen. Despite not needing any sunscreen on my groin area due to my suit, she made sure to touch and rub my cock as much as possible.
When she began to rub sunscreen on my legs, she turned so her pussy was facing me. I took the opportunity to push her g-string to the side and finger her moist pussy as she lathered my legs.
When she finished with my front, I rolled over onto my stomach as she repeated the process to my back. As she began to rub the lotion into my back she leaned down and whispered into my ear.
“May I rub in your sunscreen with my tits, Sir?”
“Absolutely.”
I felt her press her body against me as she began to rub her small tits all over my back. When she finished covering me, she moved over to Sam and began to cover her with sunscreen. She paid particular attention to Sam’s large tits and pubic mound. When she finished with Sam’s front, she made Sam flip onto her stomach and applied sunscreen to Sam’s back. This time she paid particular attention to Sam’s exposed ass, making sure to push Sam’s g-string to the side and apply sunscreen to Sam’s ass crack and anus.
“May I get you anything else, Sir?”
I ordered large waters and a fruit plate for Sam. The young woman returned shortly with my order. We soaked up the sun as Sam ate her fruit plate.
We ate lunch by the pool, and had just returned to our chairs after cooling down in the beautiful pool when a breathtakingly gorgeous woman stepped up to the chair next to me.
“May we join you?” She asked in accented English.
“Absolutely.” I said, admiring her.
She had long straight black hair, big almond shaped brown eyes and plump full lips. She had a mind blowing hourglass figure with big, full natural tits and wide hips.
She wore a short white lace robe that did nothing to hide her spectacular tits, and stark white thong.
In her hand, she held a worn leather leash attached to a collar worn by a man who stood behind her. The man was tall and thin. He was naked except for the collar he wore on his neck and a black metal cage he wore on his rather small cock.
The woman shrugged out of her robe as the man scrambled to grab the robe before it touched the ground.
“Hello, I’m Camille,” the stunning woman said, offering her hand. “And the tiny dicked man behind me is my husband and cuckhold, Jesus. But you may call him Dickless, since that’s what he is. Aren’t you?” She asked, turning to look at the man.
“That’s correct, baby.”
“Nice to meet you both,” I replied. “I’m Jay and this is my submissive wife Sam. You may call her Babygirl.”
Everyone said hello. Camille noticed Sam’s bracelet. “Your bracelet indicates you are bisexual, Babygirl. Is this correct?”
As she had been trained, Sam remained silent. She knew she needed my permission before she ever spoke. I answered for Sam instead.
“Yes she is. Sam only plays with women. The only cock she is allowed and wants to have inside her is my cock. Isn’t that right, Babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir. You are absolutely correct.” Sam answered with a big smile.
“Does that mean you only play with Babygirl?” Camille asked, giving me a quizzical look.
“No. I play with anyone I want.”
“That’s excellent,” Camille said, smiling brightly. We laid out soaking up the sun as we chatted. I was surprised to learn Camille was a very famous Soap Opera star in Brazil. Dickless was a producer on the Soap Opera on which Camille starred. They had been married for seven years, five of which they had been living the cuckhold lifestyle.
After an hour of chatting, we were all hot and drenched with sweat from the blazing hot Mexican sun. We decided to head for the pool. We dove into the cool and refreshing pool water and continued to chat.
“Babygirl, you are very beautiful. You could be a big star in Brazil television,” Camille said, swimming over to Sam and stood tit to tit. “Don’t you agree, Dickless?”
“Absolutely. She would be a huge star,” he agreed.
“It’s been a long time since I kissed a woman. May I kiss her?”
“Absolutely,” I replied.
Camille smiled and leaned in. Camille was shorter than Sam, but she was definitely in control and pressed into Sam as they began to kiss. Both women got into their make out session, and Sam was grabbing a handful of Camille big ass.
“That may be the best kiss of my life,” Camille said, when she broke away from Sam.
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“You must have been trained well.” Camille turned and jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my torso and pulled me in for a kiss. As her tongue slithered into my mouth, I reached down and grabbed her plump ass.
As we made out, I pushed her down a bit so she could feel my hard cock through my suit. She sucked in her breath at the touch of my cock.
“Tell me you’ll rip me in half with your glorious cock,” she asked, breathing into my ear.
“We can make it happen,” I said smiling.
We remained in the pool for another hour. Most of the time, Camille floated between Sam and me, making out and flirting with both of us, while Jesus stood just outside of our circle watching with excitement.
“It’s time for Babygirl and I to get ready for dinner. Would you like to join us?” I asked Camille who was once again straddling my torso.
“Absolutely! Then maybe we can come to our room for dessert?”
“That will work.”
We made plans to meet at the restaurant at a designated time and then headed for our separate rooms to get ready for dinner.
In our room, Sam showered first and began to apply her makeup as I quickly showered. I dressed in black slacks, black long sleeve button down shirt and black sports coat. I called the restaurant to change the reservation from two to four when Sam stepped out of the bathroom.
She wore a white, long sleeve transparent dress that stopped just below her plump ass. Along with the dress, she wore a white garter belt connected to transparent white silk thigh high stockings with 6 inch lace tops and white 6 inch high heels. Sam’s plump lips were covered with blood red lipstick.
“Babygirl, you look stunning,” I say, stepping up to her and placing a white lace collar on her neck.
“Thank you, Master,” Sam replied, flashing a beautiful shy smile.
I attached the diamond leash to her collar and led her toward the French restaurant where we had reservations. The hall of the resort was moderately busy, with guests dressed in formal evening wear with a kinky twist. Almost every woman was dressed in see-through dresses and gowns while numerous men were dressed in slacks with mesh covering their groins and asses and transparent dress shirts.
I led Sam to the resort’s second story where we were greeted by Camille and Jesus. Camille was a sight to behold. She wore an ankle length body hugging sparkling purple gown with a plunging neckline and a slit that ran up past her waist. Jesus wore a pair of khaki dress pants, a baby blue button up shirt and a bow tie.
“You look beautiful,” I say, as I stepped up to Camille and kissed her.
“Thank you. I must say, Babygirl looks absolutely idyllic and innocent. Though, we all know that isn’t true, is it, Babygirl?”
“No ma’am,” Sam said shyly. Camille stepped up to Sam and the two women kissed, both using a lot of tongue.
After the make out session between the two stunning women, we were seated. The lighting was low in the room, with most of the light coming from the candles on the tables. The waitstaff, all women, were dressed in matching black and white French maid uniforms.
I sat between the two women with Jesus across the table from me. I permitted Sam to speak freely during dinner and Camille and Sam chatted merrily as we drank very good French wine and ate the perfectly prepared food.
“Would you like dessert?” Our beautiful waitress asked.
“I think I’ll take my dessert in our room,” Camille said, smiling at me.
“As you wish, ma’am,” the waitress replied with a knowing smile.
Camille and I walked hand and hand out of the restaurant as we led Sam and Jesus by the leashes attached to their respective collars. We chatted happily as we walked to their room located on the far end of the resort.
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