They Choose, They Use Pt. 02

The car had collected the four of us at six. Six in the morning. I had groaned when the alarm had sounded. Emily sleeping beside me had just rolled over, pulling the quilt over her head. We were almost ready when Alan had banged on the door. Emily let him in, still not fully dressed, wearing just her panties, "come in Alan, we're almost done," she said, hurrying back into the bedroom.

Michelle walked from the kitchen, carrying a mug of tea, which she almost dropped, as she gave Alan a close-up view of her bottom, and the black lace thong that parted her cheeks as she disappeared from view.

I laughed. "Tea Alan, we're as you can see, not quite ready."

"I can see that for myself Natasha, and I am not complaining. I'll make it myself, while you find a dress," he said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hurry up Cindy, we need to get going," I said to my friend, as she zipped her skirt.

"Who is that huge man, and why is walking around your flat?" Cindy asked.

"That's Alan, and he is a sweetie." I told her.

The traffic was heavy, but at least it kept going. He dropped us at the airport. We walked to check in...................

I emerged from the pool. Cindy was looking around, open mouthed.

"Natasha, this is wonderful, first class seats, and now this, we have come to right place, haven't we?" She asked.

"Yes Cindy, this is the right place," I replied.

"Good afternoon madam, and welcome back, it's nice to see you and Miss Emily again. I have placed your bags in your usual rooms, and I've taken the liberty of placing your guests in the adjacent suite." Antonio said.

"Thank you."

I lay on the sun lounger. Cindy walked from the villa she wore a black bikini. She stopped when she saw me.

"Oh, oh, you're.........nude," she said.

"Yes Cindy. Charles doesn't like tan lines, and nor do we." I told her.

She stood dithering, but then drew up the lounger next to mine.

"Charles?" She asked.

"He is the owner of the villa," I replied.

"Oh, and you're........?

"Yes Cindy, we are." I replied.

"We? You mean you and Emily?

I nodded, and lay back, closing my eyes.

"Charles, is this the same Charles that owns the casino in town?" Cindy asked.

"Mmm," I replied.

"But he's fifty, at least!"

"At least," I replied.

She was quiet.

"Cindy, Charles owns the villa, we work for him, and yes Cindy we both fuck him, sometimes together." I said, "now let's have some drinks."

As if on cue, Emily walked from the deck area, her heels clicking on the tiled area. She didn't wear anything else, her friend Michelle was close behind her, and like her, her friend was naked, but for her shoes.

"Are we going out tonight, or is it a girl's night in?" Emily asked.

"In tonight, after that early start, tomorrow we'll paint the town red." I said.....................

Cindy had been game when I told why we did what we did. Once I started the whole story came out. How we had been forced to pay his debts off, and how we now wanted our revenge, because he hadn't learned his lesson, he was gambling again. Was in debt again.

"It will be easy, he's a man. All their brains are in their pants." Cindy said when she heard our plan. "But we'll need help. He's not going to just lay back, and allow himself to be tied up, especially since he has seen your video, which by the way I want to see, no we need a hook."

"Well, it can't be either me or Emily, what about you," I asked her.

"No, if we don't get him first time, we won't get him at all." Cindy said.

We sat there, the three of us, on Cindy's sofa, thinking.

"Hi Mum, I'm just ........... oh hello everyone," Michelle said.

We all stared at her, as three light bulbs illuminated at once.

"What ..... what..........!" she said.

"Cindy, are you really sure about this?" I asked my friend.

"Sure. Michelle darling, how do you fancy a week in Majorca?" Cindy asked her daughter.

"Wow of course, why, what do I have to do?" She asked suspiciously.

We told her.

"And I'd have to get naked in front of Emily's Dad?" Michelle asked.

"Probably," Emily answered. "It's no big deal."

"No I don't mind that, for a week in Majorca.... I'd.... well... I'd ..... but you're all ok with it?" She asked.

"Only if you're one hundred percent? I said. "It's up to you."

It was a week later. Tris was working evenings, with an eight o'clock finish. Michelle was dressed in a short skirt, and a white blouse which was too tight, made even more so by the half cup push up bra she wore. The skirt was too short. The shoes high heeled. The store wasn't busy. She walked around, looking for her prey, and getting admiring glances, as well as ones which were not. She had a basket with a few items. She spotted him near the coffee and tea aisle. She was casual. When she was sure she had his attention, she turned, and bent over, to get something from the lower shelf. She heard a sharp intact of breath, and knew he was now gazing at her knickers, as her short skirt rode up. Her panties were white, semi see through, and were stretched across her pert eighteen year old bottom. She stood then walked towards him.

"Can I help you," Tris asked.

"No....... Mr Atkins?" Michelle asked innocently.

"Yes....it's Michelle isn't it?" Tris said.

"Yes, Emily's friend."

"Are you alright Michelle? Tris asked her.

"Well not really. You see I'm home alone for a day or two, and well, I don't want to go home by myself. It's getting dark and I'm a bit nervous, so I'm killing time. Putting it off. Silly really."

"Not at all, and please call me Tris, look I get off work in about fifteen minutes, why don't I take you home."

He was hooked.

She gave him an eye full as she got into his car, cleavage, then knickers as her skirt rode up her thighs. She pretended not to notice. They stopped outside her house. A house in total darkness. She knew everything was ready inside. She had phoned her Mum on her mobile. All was set.

She hesitated, drawing it out.

"Mr ...... Tris, would you come in with me." Michelle said. It sounded lame even to her, she was about to elaborate.

"Of course, yes, no problem." Tris said.

He followed her in, closing the door behind him. She led him into the lounge.

"Drink? My Dad has some Scotch," Michelle said.

"Please, with some ice."

I heard him, though couldn't see from our hiding place.

"There," Michelle said, sitting with her Alco pop on the sofa, drinking it through a straw. She let her skirt go north.

Tris' eyes were glued to the white patch between her legs, her panties. He could see the slit of her pussy, a little patch of pubic hair above her young cunt. He imagined how it would taste, feel.

"Mr.. Tris.. are you looking up my skirt?" Michelle asked innocently.

"No, no not at all," he said, blushing.

"You are, aren't you. Look if you want, I don't mind." Michelle said, parting her legs slightly.

Tris took a gulp of his scotch, nearly choking in the process.

"Another drink," Michelle said. She got up, giving Tris yet another eye full. He didn't know where to look first, down her blouse, or up her skirt.

The second drink was handed to him, as she took her hand away, so it brushed against his crotch, very innocently.

"Tris, have I given you a hard-on?" Michelle asked, "oh my God, I have."

"Well, you are a very attractive young lady," Tris mumbled.

"And you are a very attractive man, I've always fancied you," Michelle said, reaching out, and stroking his cock, through his trousers. She felt it move, stirring upwards.

"Oh dear, I shouldn't have done that, should I." She bit her bottom lip and tried to look innocent.

"Probably not, but don't stop," Tris said.

She led him upstairs, letting him look up her skirt as she went. She led him into the master bedroom, her Mums. Now she had to get him on the bed, get him so she could loop his hands through the ropes hidden by the pillows. They'd discussed how, even practised.

She smiled, as she unbuttoned her blouse, opened it, so he could she her breasts, barely contained by the half cup push up bra.

"They're not as big as Emily's are they? Emily has nice tits, do you look at hers, the way you are looking at mine?" she said.

"Mmm, I do, when she lets me" he replied without thinking.

"You want to see mine don't you?" She asked.

He nodded.

Michelle pulled the cups down, so her tits were revealed, her red nipples hard.

"Now you, take your clothes off" Michelle said.

As if to encourage him, she unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the carpeted floor, then watched as her friend's father began to undress in front of her. He unbuckled his trousers, then hesitated. She didn't say anything, but unclipped her bra, and discarded it. He hurried and his trousers joined her clothes on the floor. She climbed onto the bed her pert bottom pointed towards him. She knew he could see her arse hole, and the part of her pussy that was not obscured by her gusset. She turned over, then lifted her hips, and pulled her panties down, and off. She lay there, her legs parted, invitingly. She ran her fingers over her pussy, opening her outer labia. She was surprised how wet she was. She knew she should have only stripped right off as a last resort, that was the plan her mother and Natasha had decided on, but she didn't care she wanted him to see her, it excited her to see the effect she was having on him. He was hers, she had him in the cup of her hand. Were all men this easy? He joined her on the bed, his cock sticking out in front of him. It wasn't very big, not as big as the men in films she watched online. She took hold of it, and in the same movement, pushed him onto his back. She straddled him, still holding his cock. She was tempted to fuck him, after all what could anyone say, it was their plan, their idea. She let go, and pushed his arms up, above his head, as she brushed her nipples against his chest, then into his face. He was distracted, she felt his cock hard against her wet pussy. She resisted the thought of sliding down that hard cock, then it was done, his wrists were in the loops, she grabbed the ends, and pulled them tight. Before he could react, Cindy sprung forward, from one side, Natasha from the other, securing his ankles. He was secured, bound tightly, still with Michelle naked, and straddling him, her nipples in his face, his cock nestling against her aching virgin pussy.

"I think Daddy, you should have this in your mouth, and not my friend's nipples," Emily said, quickly forcing a red ball gag into his mouth. He tried to move, and in doing so lifted his head just enough for Emily to slip the strap behind his head. Spread eagled, and ball gagged.

"You can get off now," Cindy told her daughter.

"I think he's cum, my pussy is all sticky," Michelle said.

"He has, bloody typical, ejaculated before he even got inside her, that was always going to happen." I said.

Using the ropes, we turned him, moved him. His arse in the air. I walked so he could see me, made sure he could. The strap-on stuck out in front of me, he struggled then. Emily came into view, wearing one as well, hers a little larger. Then Cindy with hers. Michelle looked on, still naked. He watched transfixed as we put lube on our phallus's making a play of our preparations.

"Are you ready Tris, ready to be buggered like we both were, you'll enjoy it, eventually, after all both me and Emily love being fucked in the arse, but you know that because you watched, didn't you.

I got behind him, between his legs, he thrashed about. Michelle sat on his back, watching transfixed. I held the head of the rubber cock against his anus, and pushed, then pushed hard. It slid in. He would have cried out if it were not for the ball gag. I fucked him, though not as hard as Petra had fucked me, building gently, before making deep thrusts. So, this was what a man felt like, as he fucked. I was thrusting harder now, and he wasn't resisting anymore. He'd stopped trying to thrash about, I thought I heard him moan. Michelle reached under him, she looked up and smiled. "Very sticky, he's cum again," she said, licking her fingers............................

I'd always loved Palma, the shops, the old town. The Cathedral. We'd shopped in the morning, sunbathed in the afternoon. Now we were back, to paint the town red, well if not red, a deep shade of pink. Cindy and I wandered into a bar, Spanish guitar music and two or three good looking locals were the draw. Emily and Michelle had gone in search of their own entertainment. The night was young.......................