Xena - My Story, Part 9
By Love My Muscles



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Will this Caribbean cruise be a love boat? Certainly for Jack and I, but I may
have to be 'firm' in dealing with those who want to get in the way of our
happiness.

Jack and I boarded the ship in Miami. We checked in and received our cabin
assignment and ID to use on the ship. This was a 7-day cruise with ports of
call in the Bahamas, St. Thomas and St. Maarten and then back to Miami. I was
looking forward to seeing these exotic places as well as all of the amenities
that the on-line cruise brochure touted for the ship.

While waiting for our bags to be brought to our cabin, Jack and I decided to
explore the ship. We found the disco, the theatre, gym, library, several pools
as well as a casino and a bar or two. We peeked into the main dining room and
then headed back to our cabin. Our suitcases had arrived and were on stands in
the center of our room.

We had a large outside room with a balcony that, at this time, afforded us a
view of Miami harbor. While we were unpacking, there was a soft wrap on the
stateroom door. Our cabin steward, Martin, introduced himself. Martin was a
light skinned native of the Dominican Republic, and it was obvious that he
worked out, his broad shoulders and narrow waist not hidden by the ships
uniform. "If I may be of service," Martin said, "please call me." "Thank you,
Martin," I said, "I may need service a little later," and I stole a glance at
Jack who frowned, "but I'll let you know," I added.

Once Martin left, Jack said, "That was a bit rude, don't you think?" "Oh,
Jack," I said, "I was only teasing, you're not jealous, are you?" and I ran a
hand down his chest, and then added, "Now how about you servicing me?" His
frown disappeared as I unbuttoned his shirt and proceeded to undress him as he
did me.

Naked, I pushed him back onto the king size bed taking his manhood in my hand
as I knelt between his legs. "Hmm," I said, "Not even fully hard and you're
already a handful." It was true, in the time I've been with Jack, his penis
had grown and become noticeably thicker as well. I lay on top of him feeling
his body beneath mine. As I kissed his neck and then lips, I could feel his
cock stiffen.

I sat up again and flexed for him. "What do you think, Jack, do you still love
my muscles?" "You know I do, Xena," he said. "Uh huh," I said, flexing my
trapezius muscles, "Does it ever bother you that I'm stronger than you?" He
chuckled softly and said, "No, you've worked hard for that body, honey, and
I'd like to think you do it for me." I relaxed and looked down at him,
choosing my words carefully.

"In part, baby," I said, "I do, but I also do it for me. I love the feeling,
the emotional rush of controlling you and others. Having others bend to my
will, that gets me off as much as the sex." For a moment Jack said nothing and
then asked, "And what about me, do you 'get off', as you say, bending me to
your will?" 'Were we arguing?' I thought, but I needed to be direct with Jack.
"Yes, I even enjoy having you do what I want. But you're special, I've never
denied you anything, honey," I continued, "and you're the only man who can
fully satisfy me," I lied, "but with me, it's about control." "And sex," he
added. "Yes," I smiled, "and sex, but you have to realize, sex is control.
Besides, you like the sex, don't you?"

He lay there looking up at me and then said, "Like the sex? I love the sex.
You know you drive me crazy." I smiled. Of course I knew that. I reached
forward and took his penis in my hand once more and stroked him until he was
fully erect. I leaned forward and kissed the head of the shaft then took him
orally. I sat up and ran a hand down my abs, toying with my clit with a
finger. "Would you like to see my cock, Jack?" I asked. He smiled and asked,
"Is it as big as mine?" I chuckled, "No, not even close," I said, "but it has
gotten bigger than when we first met."

That was true. I can't explain it, but over the past two years, my clit had
developed so that when I was erect, it was nearly five-inches long and thick
as a man's penis. Perhaps it was because of the intense workouts, perhaps
because I often stroked myself to climax, perhaps because of the 'supplements'
I took, but whatever the reason, when I wanted to make my clit hard, I could.

For the next hour and a half, Jack and I had the most intense sex, reaching
orgasm together. Jack quickly fell asleep, so I decided to head for the ships
gym, since I was already bathed in sweat. 'I'll wake him for dinner,' I
thought as I slipped on a pair of shorts, crop top and my pair of cross
trainers. I looked in the mirror before leaving and admired my muscles,
especially the six-pack abs.

The gym was located several decks below our cabin, so I took the elevator
down. When the elevator stopped at my deck, a man already inside stepped to
the far corner of the car. He smiled in my direction, but I could tell I
intimidated him. 'Strange,' I thought, 'how some men react to a big, strong,
women.' The elevator stopped on the level I wanted, but as the door slid open
I stepped in front of the man and looked him in the eyes and said, "You
shouldn't be such a wimp, you might actually like me dominating you." Before
he could respond, I was gone.

As I entered I saw I had the gym to myself. I loaded weights on the inclined
squat rack and finished one set and then a second. I was putting the last of
the plates on the rack when the door opened. It was the man from the elevator.
I didn't say anything, but took my seat at the base of the machine and
released the locks on the weight carriage. I finished my third set with twenty
reps. My crop top clung to my breasts because of the sweat.

I reset the locks and stood up. The man hadn't moved from just inside the
door. I walked to him and asked, "Do you like these quads?" "Yes," he said, "I
thought you were coming here." I chuckled and responded, "I come when I want,
where I want, but yes, I was in need of some exercise having drained my
boyfriend." His eyes widened but he said nothing. "Don't look so shocked," I
said, "Sex is nothing to be shocked or ashamed of. You do like sex, don't
you?" Slowly he nodded. I smiled. "Good," I said, "I had to ask. Did you come
to work out?" He was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt, so I
knew he wasn't here for a workout. "No," he said, "I came to see you."

I said nothing for a few moments and then said, "Watch while I do some bench
presses." I began taking the plates from the leg press machine and putting
them on the flat bench bar. "Take that side and put some plates on there," I
said pointing to one end of the bar. He did and after 4 plates, said, "How
many are you putting on?" "Five," I said, "Five on each side." "That's a lot
of weight," he said. "I'm a lot of woman," I replied and smiled.

I lay on the bench and removed the bar from its rests. My top rode up and I
knew the man could see my areola and maybe my nipples. Slowly I lowered the
barbell to my chest and then raised it. I repeated that process nine more
times. "Would you like to try it?" I asked standing up. "That's too much
weight for me," he said. "I know," I replied, "it's nice when a man knows his
limits. I can take the plates off the bar if you want to do some presses", I
offered. "No, thanks, I much rather watch you exercise," he said. Again I
smiled and sat back on the bench. I finished three more sets of ten reps a
set. My shoulders, arms and chest were beginning to burn, my top and shorts
now bathed with sweat.

I stood in front of the man and said, "Lay on the bench." "But I'm not dressed
to work out," he said. I smiled and said, "Who said anything about working
out, I need you to do something for me." He raised one eyebrow, but I put a
hand on his shoulder and guided him toward the bench. He sat and then lay
down. I walked to the head of the bench and removed the bar. He raised his
hands instinctively and I chuckled. "Don't be afraid, I'm not going to drop
this on you," I told him and sat the heavy bar aside on the floor.

I slid my shorts off and straddled his head, my dripping pussy inches from his
face. "Suck me," I said casually as I lowered my pussy to him. I placed a hand
on either side of him on the edge of the bench so that my clit was an inch
above his mouth. "Clean my pussy, asshole," I said, "I want all of my
boyfriend's cum and sweat lapped up, and if you do a good job, I'll come in
your mouth, now get busy," and I lowered myself to his mouth. He began to
squirm and I said, "Get that tongue in there, wimp, or I'll suffocate you
right here." I could feel him open his mouth and the soft caress of his tongue
as he lapped at my labia and clit. "Come on, bitch," I said, "clean my pussy,
I want you to suck out all of the cum and swallow it."

I was becoming aroused. I could feel my clit becoming erect. I began to ride
his face and he began to pound on my arms and thighs. "Hmm, yeah," I said,
"That feels good, yea, right there, hmm." I exploded with a shiver sending a
stream of cum into his mouth. I heard him gag and cough, but I didn't let up
until I was finished.

I stood up, drained, and looked down at the man whose face was awash with my
juices, Jack's cum and sweat. His hair was wet and matted; the front of his
polo shirt was soaked. He was panting heavily. I reached down and wiped a
rivulet of my cum away, sucking my fingers. "Umm," I said, "I taste sweet,
don't I?" I said to the man. "Uh-huh," he moaned, and I laughed and saw that
the front of his khaki pants were wet at the crotch. "Well, I see you did get
a workout in after all," I said, "Perhaps there will be a replay later, but
for now I need to shower and get ready for dinner."

I slid my wet shorts on, and left, the man still lying on the bench in the
gym. When I got back to the room, Jack was just emerging from the shower. He
looked at me, glistening with sweat. "You better shower, honey, we don't want
to be late for dinner." I smiled and slid my shorts off letting them fall to
the floor and then pulled my top over my head. "Be a dear and rinse those out
for me," I said, pointing to the shorts and top, "you can put them on the
balcony to dry." I knew Jack hated it when I had him do menial tasks, but he
would do my bidding.

Jack and I went to dinner. He wore a sports coat and slacks and looked very
handsome. His shirt open at the neck with no tie. I wore a sleek, sleeveless
sheath dress, with a low back and a hem that was at mid-thigh and three-inch
pumps. As we entered the main dining room and were shown to our table, I took
note of all of those that stopped their conversations and eating, some with
food midway to their mouths, to stare. I loved the attention and smiled to
myself.

We were halfway to our table when I spotted two familiar faces. Jonathan and
Martha were at a table for six. "I'll catch up, Jack," I said and veered
toward the couple's table.

"Hello, Jonathan, Martha," I said stepping behind the petite woman and placed
a hand on her bare shoulder. Martha craned her neck to look up at me and I
bent and kissed her on the lips briefly, biting her lower lip. "It's good to
see you again," I said. "Ahh, hi, Xena," Jonathan said looking up at me, "we
didn't expect to see you on the cruise." I had my thumb on Martha's clavicle
and could easily have snapped it, but instead, I massaged her soft skin with
my thumb. "I didn't mention the cruise when we were together, Jonathan?" I
asked, "Perhaps we had too much else going on, but now that I know you're on
the ship, maybe we can get together and pick up where we left off." I could
feel Martha squirm under my touch. "Ah, sure," Jonathan said, now avoiding eye
contact.

The two other couples at the table were no longer eating, but looking between
Jonathan, Martha and me. "Martha, I think you might find my boyfriend, Jack,
particularly entertaining," I said. Martha, who had remained silent until now
said softly, "That would be nice, Xena, I look forward to seeing you again and
meeting Jack." "Good," I said and stroked her neck, "Look for me by the pool."
Then I bent and whispered in Martha's ear, "By the way, cupcake, Jack has a
ten inch cock," and I flicked my tongue in her ear before standing up.

I turned and headed for our table, and as I walked away, I could hear the
conversation begin again at their table. "Who was that?" someone asked, and a
male voice said, "Wow!" I smiled as I walked away.

Jack got up and pulled out my chair for me as I approached the table. I
noticed that our table, also for six, had two other couples. One couple
appeared to be in their late forties while the other was in their early
thirties. Jack made the introductions. Raymond and Linda were celebrating
their tenth anniversary while Jason and Tiffani were newlyweds. I tried to
keep the conversation on the light side as I knew we would be seated with the
same couple throughout the trip.

Midway through the dessert course, I saw another familiar face sitting against
a far wall. It was the man from the gym. He was with a remarkably good looking
red-head and they were sitting alone. I excused myself and slowly made my way
to their table. They seemed unaware of my approach until I was a yard or two
away. The man's smile was gone in a heartbeat.

"Hi," I said, holding out my hand, "Xena," I said to the man, and then I
turned to the woman. "I met your husband below deck when he helped me with
something." She smiled at me and then shot her husband a quizzical look.
"Yes," he said, taking my hand, "Mark, and this is Cindy." "Please, sit down,"
Cindy said, "How did Mark help you?" I remained standing but said, "Oh, I
needed a little help when I was in the gym and Mark was kind enough to lend me
a hand moving some of the weights."

Again Cindy shot him a look and then said, "I didn't know you went to the
gym." Obviously nervous he glanced at me and replied, "I was just passing by
when Xena asked me for help." "Yes," I said, "and I just wanted to come by and
say thank you. Perhaps I'll see you by the pool." I turned and walked away and
thought, 'I'd like to be a fly on the wall of their cabin tonight.'

Jack and I decided to walk around the deck before heading back to the cabin.
As we were walking, I noticed Martha and Jonathan headed our way. Jonathan
noticed Jack and I too late and tried to steer Martha to a galley door, but
she kept walking.

"Martha, Jonathan," I said, "this is Jack, my boyfriend, Jack, this is Martha
and Jonathan. I met Jonathan on the beach in Miami and then Martha a little
later in their room." "Good to meet you," Jack said, and offered his hand to
Jonathan who looked like he was afraid to shake hands with Jack. Jack must
have sensed it too because he looked at me and I said, "Jonathan tried to pick
me up on the beach."

Jack smiled because he knew, or at least could imagine, how that went. "And
how did you and Martha meet?" he asked me. Jonathan was shifting from one foot
to the other. "I had Jonathan take me to their hotel where I met Martha," I
said. Jack had a broad smile on his face. He was enjoying this as much as I
was. "How was that," Jack asked. "I thought it went well, don't you, Martha?"
I asked. Martha said, "Yes, mistress." Jack glanced at me once more and raised
an eyebrow and I said, "In fact, I told Martha all about you, and then tonight
at dinner, I said I wanted to introduce you two." Jack looked at Martha and
smiled. "Well," he said, only glancing at Jonathan, "I think we should get
acquainted then," and took her hand and led her through the nearest door.

Jonathan stood rooted to the deck and watched them go a sad expression on his
face. "Don't worry," I said, "Jack will be gentle. Come on; let's go to your
cabin, you look like you could use some cheering up." I turned and walked
towards the door leaving Jonathan standing there. When I reached the door, I
turned to look at the little man and said, "Are you coming or do I have to
carry you?" He slowly followed me into the gangway.

"What's your cabin number?" I asked and he told me. It was one deck down and
just off the main corridor. It was small compared to our cabin and only had a
small porthole. No sooner had the door shut behind Jonathan than I whirled on
him and said, "Get undressed, little man." Without hesitation, he removed his
shoes, socks, trousers and shirt until he was standing before me in only his
boxer shorts. I walked behind him and drew the back of my hand across his jaw
as I went. I removed the belt from his pants and fastened his wrists securely
behind his back and then stepped around in front of him once more and ripped
open the front of his shorts allowing them to fall to the floor. His penis
hung limply.

He let out a soft whimper and I said, "Shut up or I'll gag you with your own
underwear, you pansy-ass." I bent and pulled my dress over my head. I was
naked.

"Stand there and watch and keep your mouth shut unless I tell you otherwise,
do you understand?" I asked him. "Yes, mistress," he said without hesitation.
"Good," I said glancing around the small cabin. I saw what I was looking for,
Martha's beach bag. I retrieved a small bottle of suntan oil from it and stood
in front of Jonathan.

"What I'm going to do is give you a lesson in self-discipline," I said, "I'm
going to oil myself, play with myself and make love to my muscles and I want
you to stand there and watch me, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," he said,
and I thought he was about to cry. "Excellent, but I don't want you to come
until I tell you to, got that?" "Yes, mistress," he replied. "Splendid," I
said, "I'm going to begin now," and I poured a very little bit of the oil into
the palm of my right hand. I rubbed my hands together and then applied the oil
to my chest. I oiled my tits and teased my nipples to erection.

Once I was done with my upper body, I put a foot up on the end of their bed
and oiled my legs starting with my ankle and working my way up. I repeated the
process with my other leg. I took my time. I loved the feel of my muscles, the
solidness and the veins. I traced a finger along a large, prominent vein that
ran from just above my ankle, disappearing near my crotch. "Do you like my
veins, sissy-boy?" I asked and Jonathan nodded. 'I bet he does,' I thought, 'I
know he'd love to touch me.'

I stepped to the desk against one wall and angled the desk lamp to where I had
been standing. With that light on, I turned the overhead light off and stepped
into the 'spotlight'. The light glistened now off of my dark muscles and I saw
that Jonathan was fully aroused. "Remember, sissy-boy," I said, "don't come
until I say you can." "Yes, mistress," he said softly. I knew he would climax
soon but I had to tease him. I began the posing routine that I had used during
the show I had entered and took great pleasure watching my muscles explode as
I hit the poses. I pumped my biceps, triceps, trapezius and oblique muscles. I
turned my back to him and expanded my frame. I know he was riveted to my
muscles and the light and shadows playing off of them. I tightened my ham
strings and calf muscles then pivoted once more and relaxed and snapped my
quads, locking them in place. My large muscular thighs looked like they had
been carved from rock. I finished by tensing my abs and running a finger
across the deeply ridged muscles, until it disappeared in my labia. I was
already damp; I knew Jonathan was ready to explode.

"Please mistress, I need to come," Jonathan pleaded softly between clenched
teeth. I smiled and said, "You really are pathetic, you know, I don't know how
Martha can stand being married to you. Does she have a lover she sees or a
dildo that she uses?" I could tell by his expression and lack of response that
I had hit the nail on the head. "Where is it," I asked. "In the top drawer of
the dresser," he said meekly. I sneered at him. I knew he didn't like the idea
of his wife pleasing herself with a dildo, but with his puny penis what
alternative did poor Martha have?

I opened the drawer and there was not one but two dildo's, one larger than the
other. The largest was about the size of Jack's cock, I thought, and I
imagined that Martha was being well tended to about now. It was made of a
flexible rubber of some sort. The smaller one was a hard plastic. I brought
both toys back to the foot of the bed and found the switch for the smaller
battery operated model. It hummed softly as I held the head against my clit. I
never used a dildo as I felt I didn't need one, however, the vibration felt
marvelous against my growing erection. "Hmm," I said, "this feels fantastic."
"Please, mistress," Jonathan begged, "let me come."

I threw the vibrating phallic on the bed and grabbed Jonathan's penis and
squeezed, and then hissed, "You will not come until I tell you to,
understand?" "Ye-yes, mistress," he cried and I felt his semen on my wrist. I
was furious. He had no self-control. "Lick that goo off me, you worthless
piece of crap," I said sternly, holding my wrist up to his mouth. He licked my
wrist and I pushed him to the floor. "Don't move," I commanded.

Retrieving the still vibrating dildo I held it against my pelvis just above my
clit. I was fully erect in minutes, when I inserted the head of the phallic in
my vagina. I moaned and bit my lower lip. I moved it in and out, my tempo
quickening until I exploded sending my cum into Jonathan's face. With my free
hand on the back of his head, I pressed his face against my shaved pubis.

I could feel him squirm but I was lost in my own euphoria as I erupted for a
second time. "Ahh," I sighed and released my hold on Jonathan. He collapsed to
the floor in a large puddle of my juices. I turned off the vibrator as my
breathing returned to normal. I looked down at Jonathan and sneered. 'Poor
bastard,' I thought, 'he's useless.'

I slid my dress over my head and checked my appearance in the mirror. I left
the vibrator and large dildo on the bed. I looked around the room before I
left. Jonathan was still passed out on the floor, but I could see that he was
breathing. I shut the door behind me and took the elevator to our floor.

Quietly I slid the keycard into our lock and entered. Jack was still servicing
Martha and he glanced at me and winked. Martha was mewing as Jack rhythmically
pumped. With a final thrust, Jack came. He thrust once or twice more and
Martha exhaled heavily. She looked up at Jack and reached for his face but
then turned and saw me by the door. "Oh," she said, "I didn't hear you come
in, mistress." I smiled at the couple on the bed, "No, you were quite busy, I
borrowed your vibrator, and I was surprised at how good it felt." Martha
smiled up at me.

Jack stood up, "Are you planning to replace me with a dildo any time soon?" he
asked. I looked at Martha, "What do you think, cupcake, should I trade Jack in
for a vibrator or keep him?" She studied Jack and then looked at me and said,
"If I had Jack, I wouldn't be in need of a vibrator." I laughed lightly and
said, "No, but you have Jonathan, so I understand your need." "Ah-huh" she
said and got to her feet.

Martha dressed quickly and left. Once gone I asked, "Was Martha good?" He
looked at me and said, "Good? Not even in the same league as you, Xena," and
he kissed me on the lips exploring my mouth with his tongue.

I grabbed Jack by his meaty shaft and asked, "Did you save any of this for
me?" Jack was able to come multiple times. "You know it," he said in a cocky
manner. I laughed lightly, "We'll see," and I pulled him by his penis to the
bed. "Undress me, stud," I said teasingly.

After sex with Jack, I lay there thinking that this had been a fantastic day.
The start to what I was sure would be a great cruise. I couldn't imagine how
it could get any better.

To be continued ...