THE HOLIDAY TRAPSubmitted by: Fiona Varga
Last summer myself and three of my friends went to the coast for a girl holiday. It is something we have always done since we were teenagers, so now that we are all past forty, we enjoyed ourselves in a way we never dreamt of. I am forty-two and divorced as is my friend Helen. Our two other friends Jenny and Sue are both just a little bit older and both are still married.
The weather was fantastic as we booked into the hotel and a drink and the pool was our first point of call. No one was scared of going topless, here on the spanish Costa del sol it was perfectly normal. I know this is a bit of a boast but we all look fairly good for our years.
Anyway no sooner had we settled to sun, magazines and chat than we were being pestered by a man in his late thirties or forties. We humoured him for sometime with smalltalk, which from him always had a hint of sex. Don't get me wrong, we all like sex, but this was our time away from men, our freedom, and we were going to protect it at any price.
Sue had left her husband at home in a chastity belt, she claimed it spiced up their sex life (by mutual consent) and she found it more fun than dominating. By chance Sue had a spare in her luggage, apparently Sue's husband has a couple and they swap them round for comfort. Once we were back in the room, Sue suggested we put the belt on the man annoying us unless he went away and leaft us alone. He was afterall with his wife on holiday and he should be devoting his attention to her.
That evening at dinner Helen slipped the man a note saying, "Back-off" or or he would encounter something four women would like to do to him. The wording must have turned him on as he continued to pester us with heavy sexual inuendo. Later in the evening I was a little worse for drink, I went and spoke to him in a teasing manner and suggested he come alone to a secluded part of the beach in the morning.
The next morning on the dunes we were all topless, when the man, Peter, came over to us. We were well out of sight of the hotel and anyone else. We stripped off our bikini bottoms. I think this threw him a bit. "Are'nt you going to take off your bottoms?" He oblidged. "OK on your knees" I said. He knelt in front of us naked and hard. "Go on, masturbate" I commanded. He was there surrounded by the four of us masturbating as Helen got the cam-corder to film him. Once he had cum, we told him to come to our room tonight or we would tell his wife. He went away satisfied and looking forward to what awaited him later.
He called on time. Helen gave him one last chance to get out of what we had planned for him. "You can leave now of your own free will if you wish, or stay and take whatever we have in store for you". Of course, as expected, he stayed.
We left him alone watching the video of him jerking off that morning on the beach. We all got changed in a seperate room wearing stockings and suspenders. We then made our entrance. There was only a short time of touching bettween us. I asked him if he'd ever been tied to the bed. "Why?" he asked. We told him because he was going to be now. He didn't object at all. Once he was secure that was it, I sat on his cock untill he came as the others watched on. As soon as he came I got off and imediately sat on his face for him to eat his own cum. As I was doing that, Sue fitted him in the chastity belt.
For the next four days he was our slave, we each spent time alone with him getting him to give us plenty of oral. Helen even made him lick her arse for an hour. The final day I tied him to the bed removed his chastity belt, and sat on his cock. After, I belted him again and told him to come back just before checkout for a final reward and release.
We were all agreed on what happened next. As checkout time came around, he came for his release as promised. We left him tied to the bed in stockings and suspenders with a stocking pulled over his face and four pairs of our panties over his face. On our way out, We gave the the key to the belt to his long suffering wife along with the video of him doing some filthy things.
That was it, and it still turns me on when I think back on it. I must admit the sex I got for those few days was fantastic. We were women in control.
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