Chapter 1: Mykonos

-- MONDAY, JUNE, MYKONOS, GREECE --

"Mmm ... Your cock is so delicious." The gorgeous babe rolled her soft brown eyes up, staring adoringly at me while she lavished my stiff prick with her considerable oral expertise. Her dirty-blonde hair fell in soft waves to either side of her sharp, angular face, bouncing lightly with her head-bobbing motions. Her sculpted, dark eyebrows were furrowed in concentration. Keeping her gaze on me, she went up and down slowly, sucking with exquisite force and using her tongue to tickle the underside of my shaft. After the first few pulls, she took a deep breath and then obviously relaxed herself, focusing downward as she swallowed me to the root, using her throat muscles to massage the head of my prick while rolling her eyes back up to see my reaction.

I simply smiled and stroked her hair. The beautiful young woman pulled off to gulp some oxygen before deep-throating me once again, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. The girl had an intensity about her. You could see the focus and attention she put into pleasing me, determined to make an impression.

She'd made an impression alright. I'd first seen Vivienne on Paradise Beach, Mykonos, Greece. Like most of the other vacationing Europeans, she was clad in a barely-there bikini designed to attract as much attention as possible to her absolutely incredible body. Standing 5'9" (or 1.8 metres, as she put it), her legs were long, lithe, and incredibly toned. Her hips were shapely without being overly large. She had a narrow waist and a flat tummy. And her tits were over- proportionally large for her slender frame. I wanted to bury my face into her cleavage the moment I saw her, and from some of the attention she was getting from other men around, I wasn't the only one. On top of all that, she had a well- chiseled face, with angular cheekbones and a sharp beauty that simply drew one's attention to her as if she were magnetic, even at the expense of any girls around her.

In a sea of nubile girls all over the beach, Vivienne stood out above the rest, with a body that would have made the ancient Greek sculptors drool with envy. And in my perpetual mood of hedonistic narcissism, I just HAD to have her, regardless of any potential consequences.

So I had my attendant staff set me up well within view of Vivienne and her companions, three other nubile examples of youthful, female beauty. They, as well as many others around, couldn't help but glance over as my uniformed attendants arranged three lounge chairs, a large canopy sunshade, and a small table on which to put my drinks of choice. Everything gleamed of the finest materials and expensive fabrics. By contrast, the four girls reclined together on simple beach towels with no additional equipment. We were at the far Eastern edge of Paradise Beach, and while the Greek Tourism Board supplied a large number of "sun beds" and umbrellas in the middle of the beach, it was the height of the busy season and they were all already taken.

After patiently waiting, I stepped forward and settled into the center lounge chair. Immediately following me was my valet, a gorgeous young Greek woman whose ample tits threatened to burst over the top of her skimpy bikini, as starkly white as the buildings of Santorini. She set my drink on the small table along with a bottle of water for herself, and then knelt in the sand beside my chair. "How may I serve you, sir?" she asked with a thick accent, her dark brown eyes dancing.

I let my gaze run down to the obvious cleavage she was showing me in this position, neatly framed by her curly dark hair cascading over her shoulders. I thought about how she had already "served" me just last night, her legs in the air as I pounded her cunt without mercy until I blasted wave after wave of hot spunk into the back of her womb. But now was not the time for such thoughts. I had other targets in mind.

"Nothing for now, Evania," I said gently, and then waved to the lounge chair on my left, separated from me by the cocktail table.

My beautiful valet nodded and slid onto the chair, pulling her shapely legs together and bent at the knees as she turned onto her side to watch me attentively. I glanced over just as she wrapped an arm around her torso, a motion which compressed her big tits together for my viewing pleasure.

Meanwhile, I snuck a glance over to Vivienne and her companions, my gaze hidden behind my Cartier sunglasses. The elaborate beach setup and uniformed attendants had gotten her attention. Everything screamed money, perhaps unsubtly; but then I didn't want to waste time with subtlety. The third lounge chair seemed to pique Vivienne's interest, especially since it appeared that I had only the one companion. And more to the point, Evania was clearly in a subservient role and separated from my chair by the table. The chair immediately to my right remained unoccupied, and perhaps the gorgeous dirty-blonde couldn't help but momentarily imagine herself relaxing in it.

I smiled and then reclined back into my chair, sinking deep into its plush cushioning and letting my legs stretch out. But then on a whim, I raised my sunglasses up and turned my head to find my beautiful brunette valet still watching me attentively, just in case I needed her services. With a smile, I ordered gently, "Evania, remove your top."

She smiled, pearly teeth sparkling as she turned and reached back to unhook herself. The sheer size of her tits popped the pure white fabric forward as soon as the clasp was released, and after undoing the simple knot behind her neck, her large and pleasantly rounded breasts were left bare for anyone to see, her dark nipples already hardening in arousal.

Given that a decent percentage of women on this beach were topless, Evania's little move didn't attract TOO much attention. Still, many men couldn't help but glance over. And to my delight, Vivienne was similarly glancing over with some jealousy. Up until now, she'd been fully aware she was the most attractive thing in a hundred meter radius. But now, with Evania's darker beauty and unfettered tits, she had some competition. I knew Vivienne's type. She was energized and aroused by the rush of knowing she had a man's attention, and to lose it was something she simply did not want to deal with.

So to my delight and pleasure, Vivienne lay back and unhooked her own bikini top, stripping away the blue and white garment to reveal her prodigious bosoms to anyone who cared to look. And they were certainly worth the look. High, firm, round ... simply a gorgeous pair of melons. She then leaned back, planting her hands behind her and thrusting her chest into the air. I saw the corners of her lips rising in a smile as she knew she'd once again drawn the attention of the majority of males in the vicinity, including me.

This was a girl ready and willing to play, and I felt a stirring in my loins as my heartbeat accelerated in excitement. Now I really had to have her. So I curled my finger to Evania, and once my valet was again kneeling in the sand between our two lounge chairs, I leaned forward and whispered to her my instructions. She smiled in understanding. After all, this wasn't the first time we were doing this.

After retrieving four glasses of ouzo from our attendants, Evania, still topless, sauntered over to the girls with the tray. The four young vacationers at first looked quite surprised when the gorgeous Greek woman knelt beside them. But with some mild conversation, the girls graciously accepted the drinks. A few minutes after that, my lovely valet succeeded in inviting them to join us, and the four young ladies picked up their beach towels and moved to spread them out in front of my lounge chairs, comfortably shielded from the sun by my overhead canopy.

One girl, a green-eyed, shoulder-length blonde, seemed the most reluctant and deliberately placed her towel the furthest away from me. I knew that Evania had stated my intentions clearly: That I just wanted the pleasure of their company on the beach and in return, my attendants would provide to all their needs. Indeed, more drinks, snacks, and umbrellas were soon arriving, although there were no additional lounge chairs coming. But still, the blonde girl instinctively knew that while I didn't necessarily expect anything more than conversation from them, I certainly wanted more.

It was a game I'd already played twice this trip. I had plenty of money and not enough companionship. I started at Naoussa, on Paros, letting native-Greek Evania show me the way. It took some time, but eventually I landed two beautiful local girls, the pair of them looking for a chance to get away from home for a while. They certainly got their wish, and neither girl spent much time with their clothes on while we cruised all around the Mediterranean for close to a month. They got to explore the world just beyond their usual reach, and I was kept well- satisfied with young pussy whenever I wanted it. But eventually the girls got homesick and we returned them back to Naoussa, full of cum but none the worse for wear.

After a couple of weeks break, it was Evania's suggestion to hit a bigger "tourist" spot. The durations might be shorter and expenses higher, but the experience certainly promised to be wilder. At Ibiza, Spain, I'd picked up a trio of young university-age girls on holiday. They had little money and were originally staying at a hostel rather far from the beach. But instead of spending their weeklong holiday at the hostel, the three of them moved onto my yacht and allowed me to shower them with clothes, dinners, and expensive gifts. And I spent their weeklong holiday fucking all three of them within an inch of their lives. Ultimately, they returned home with pleasant memories and I took another couple of weeks to rest with Evania in Greece. But then it was time to start again. I rather enjoyed how things had worked out at Ibiza, and Evania promised me that Mykonos was every bit the equal as a place to find gorgeous young girls ready to party.

She was right. Yesterday, Evania and I were at the Western end of Paradise Beach. We'd attracted another trio of girls, and by the end of the afternoon two of them certainly seemed willing to spend the next several days with me. But one of the girls was absolutely terrified of going off with a total stranger and ultimately, none of them joined me. In retrospect, I'm rather glad they didn't. Otherwise, I never would have met Vivienne.

And Vivienne seemed just as interested to meet me. The gorgeous dirty-blonde bombshell placed her blanket immediately at the foot of my lounge chair, then sat down with her legs folded to the side while leaning on one arm, bending forward to profile her naked tits for maximum appeal. I couldn't yet see her eyes because of her black Gucci sunglasses, but there was no mistaking the smile on her face. "So," she began in an amused but firm voice, with a noticeable but not unmanageable French accent. "I would like to thank you for the drink, but I make it a point not to accept gifts from strangers."

"My name is Tomas Eriksen," I said gently, holding up my own drink in a 'cheers' gesture. "But you can call me Tom. Now we are not strangers."

"Santé, Tom." Vivienne pronounced it 'Tohm' — like 'tome' with an extra breath of 'huh' before the 'o' — and smiled showing off twin rows of perfect teeth. She raised her glass and took a sip before smirking. "Although you do not look Scandinavian. You are American?"

I reached up to touch my dark hair, frosted with blonde tips, and my decidedly more Eastern features. At least I had the blue eyes. "Yes, American. And my mother is NOT Scandinavian," I noted.

"Ah." The dirty-blonde then canted her head and gestured with her glass to her naked chest. "I am Vivienne," she finally told me her name. Then she swept her hand out to introduce the rest of her friends. Cecile was the shoulder-length blonde who was still suspicious of my motives. Lucette was a slender brunette with big, brown doe eyes. And Aveline was a busty, blue-eyed redhead with a wide mouth and a predatory expression. The four of them were old friends who were reuniting two years after graduating from the Université de Bourgogne. Vivienne and Aveline were best friends who had settled into jobs nearby their school in Dijon, Eastern France. Lucette and Cecile had each returned to their hometowns, and this was the first time all four of them were together again. They had already spent two nights in Mykonos drinking and partying, and as Vivienne put it, were "looking for our next adventure" for the remaining five nights they had left.

Collectively, the girls reminded me of twenty-something Midwestern-Americans, eager to get the hell out of Kansas. They were country girls seeking the energy of bright lights, pumping music, and the appearance of being "sophisticated". Well, they were going to get all the adventure they wanted with me.

The conversation flowed easily, despite the differences with accents. I made it a point to involve all four girls, Cecile perhaps being the least experienced with English and therefore the most hesitant of the French girls. But after an hour of me staying in my seat and keeping my hands to myself (along with round after round of drinks), even she started to loosen up.

I flirted with the four of them and started dropping sexual innuendos into the conversation. Jokes went around about me keeping up with the four of them, and I retorted that even if I took them all on at once, at the end of the evening I would be the only one left standing. That led to jokes about me being an old man and it eventually coming out that I was 32 while the four of them were either 23 or 24. But I promised them I was very fit for my advanced age. From my well-toned body born of the daily workouts with a personal trainer available to someone of wealth like me, the girls seemed to agree.

After the first hour, the redhead Aveline had moved up alongside Vivienne and lost her bikini top. Her tits, while not quite as large as her best friend's, were still quite big and round. Then Lucette shyly shed her top and revealed her very perky B-cups. And egged on by her friends, eventually Cecile stripped down as well to show that she had quite healthy natural C-cups of her own, capped with pretty, pale, pink nipples.

It was time for an afternoon snack then, and the girls oohed and ahhed when my attendants brought us quite the spread. It was a cross-section of food from three nearby cafés, and all four girls rather smugly dug in while basking in the jealous looks of more than a few vacationers around us. We had all the shade, drinks, food, and comfort anyone could want on a beach, far more than the girls were expecting when they woke up this morning.

There was an interesting moment when Aveline dripped some mustard onto her left tit, and she moved to take a napkin to clean it up. But reacting quickly, Vivienne reached out and grabbed Aveline's wrist, stopping her motion. Then darting a glance to me to ensure that I was watching, the busty blonde bent over and extended her tongue, swiping up the glob of mustard from the upper slope of her best friend's breast before taking it into her mouth, humming erotically.

Lucette looked scandalized. Cecile exclaimed, "Vivi-enne!" And Aveline merely smiled mischievously.

Yeah, I think we were all on the same page. I glanced over to Evania who shared my Cheshire smile.

By the end of the second hour, I invited Vivienne to take the lounge chair by my side. And knowing everything that such an invitation implied, the gorgeous young woman agreed. None of the other girls protested. It had always been quite clear that Vivienne was the one I wanted most, and for the moment, the other girls just seemed happy to be along for the ride. My placing my hand onto Vivienne's leg without her objection just seemed to validate the direction we were headed. The only thing was: the girls did not yet know I planned to have them all as well.

I began by asking, "Do you have plans for tonight?"

The girls exchanged glances before Aveline spoke up, "Plans? What fun would a vacation be if we made plans?" She laughed musically, the other girls also joining in.

"Well," I brought my hands together, steepling my fingers. "I'm still new to Mykonos and I'm afraid I don't know the best places to go dancing. Would you ladies perhaps like to show me around?"

"We would love to," Vivienne was quick to answer before anyone else could raise an objection. "But we would need to return to our hotel to change into more appropriate clothes."

It was my turn to smile. "Nonsense. Why don't I just take you lovely ladies shopping? My treat. I'm sure we'll find everything you need."

Shopping? Four pairs of eyes lit up in absolute delight.

Dresses, shoes, and of course lingerie, which the girls wouldn't let me see (not yet, at least). Plus jewelry. At first, the girls were quite restrained in their selections. After all, they didn't want to upset me. But after my repeated insistence, as well as making several selections on my own and thrusting them at the girls, they got the hint: Money was no object. I was paying. I wanted to spoil my new companions. And as the Euros flew by, I could actually feel the sexual excitement building, just like I wanted. After all, under the right circumstances, shopping can make a girl quite aroused while also subtly instilling them with a sense of gratitude. And all four girls were starting to feel the need to thank me, as evidenced by the way they each began hugging me after I made purchase after purchase after purchase (especially the big jewelry ones).

Shopping and changing into their new outfits led us to dinner at the most expensive and upscale restaurant on the island. Dinner led to dancing at a trendy nightclub, during which I finally got to put my hands on Vivienne in a somewhat more intimate manner. Her ass was just as firm as I could have hoped for, and the heat in her eyes made it clear that she would follow me anywhere. "Are you having a good time?" I asked mid-dance.

"The best!" Vivienne enthused just before I twirled her and jerked her back, where she literally fell against my chest, giggling happily. I definitely knew her type: young, energetic, and looking for adventure on holiday. She'd come to the beach with the express purpose of hooking up with someone, and from her perspective, she was about to land the whale. I was wealthy, charming, and an excellent dancer. At worst she was going to have a very pleasant hook-up. And if she was really lucky, we might even stay in contact once the holiday was over. As she fingered the pretty necklace I'd bought for her, which likely cost as much money as she made in a month, I could see Euro symbols lighting up in her soft brown eyes. Perhaps she was already dreaming of becoming my next trophy wife.

Making my point, Vivienne moved even closer to me with the next dance, wrapping her thighs around my leg and drawing my chest against hers. She held my cheek in one hand and stared intently at me from just centimeters away. "I am having a wonderful time, Tohm," she husked in that alluring accent. "But I think we can have an even better time in your hotel room." And with that, the gorgeous young babe pressed her face forward and pushed her tongue into my mouth.

It was a spectacular first kiss. Vivienne had made a wonderful first impression just catching my eye in the first place. Her confident, flirty demeanor had continued to impress me throughout the day. And the intensity and passion of that first kiss would have knocked my socks off, were I wearing any. She was intoxicatingly arousing and I knew that if I let her, she could possibly overwhelm me...

... and that COULDN'T happen. This game I played only worked if I could remain detached, in control of the situation. Vivienne was gorgeous and here for sex and a good time, both of which I would be happy to provide for her. But I couldn't let myself develop strong feelings for her. I couldn't let myself be overwhelmed by my own lust for her, lest I might start making bad decisions. A man like me could be led around by his dick in the hands of a manipulative woman, and I simply had too much to lose to relinquish my control.

"Patience," I husked through gritted teeth, pulling my lips away from Vivienne's. "Patience. There is still more dancing to be done."

Vivienne looked a little frustrated, panting in obvious arousal. If I wanted, I could probably drag her into a dark alley and have her give me a blowjob right then and there. But that wasn't how I wanted to start things off. I wanted to savor these moments. And I wanted to stay on top of the situation.

So in an effort to regain some perspective, I switched away from Vivienne and pulled Lucette into dancing with me. While still a very pretty girl any guy would be happy to have in his arms, the shy brunette wasn't nearly as overwhelming as Vivienne; and I was quickly able to get my heartbeat down to a more manageable pace.

Meanwhile, Vivienne started chatting up Evania, not quite grilling my valet about me, but certainly inquisitive to understand the man behind the charming smile and carefree demeanor. I also took turns dancing with each of the other girls, and by now even Cecile was warming to my attentions. She and Lucette seemed to have decided that while I had less-than-platonic intentions, those intentions were mostly focused on Vivienne. With the pressure on them relieved, they started to relax and simply enjoy what they believed to be mild flirting on my part.

The only one who started to actually pull away from me was Aveline. She was just as attracted to me as Vivienne was, and quite enthusiastic with her affectionate demonstrations of thanks during our shopping excursion. The busty redhead had spent much of the day attempting to get and hold my attention, almost competing with Vivienne although she never resorted to anything negative. But as the evening wore on it became clear who the focus of my attention was on, and Aveline began looking elsewhere with some disappointment.

Realizing I was losing one of them, I moved up to Aveline for the next dance and spun her into my arms. "What's wrong? Are you not enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, I am fine," the redhead put on a smile, her blue eyes glinting in the strobing lights amongst the thudding bass beats. "It has been a wonderful day and I want to thank you for these wonderful clothes and these beautiful earrings and necklace, Monsieur Tom." She fingered the jewelry with a smile.

"You're welcome," I replied warmly. "And it's just Tom. No 'monsieur'."

"It is obvious you are wealthy and can afford to spend money on we who are only friends of the girl you really want." Aveline nodded her head to Vivienne, who was still grooving with the music but talking with Evania, who looked absolutely stunning in her own right.

I understood. Aveline, like the others, believed that everything was arranged to seduce Vivienne and that I was merely buttering up her friends to get to my true target. She probably thought that at the end of the night, I would spirit Vivienne away to my hotel or wherever, with merely a promise to return her to her friends in the morning.

"Nonsense," I stated firmly, my own blue eyes glittering. I slid my hand down from Aveline's lower back and cupped her ass, tugging her against my crotch where my erection had been hard for some time. "In fact," I continued. "I was just about to invite you to spend the night on my yacht with me."

Her eyes went wide in pleasant surprise, but then she got the implication almost immediately. "You do not mean to invite just me," she stated knowingly. "You mean to invite all of us."

I nodded slowly, keeping my gaze locked onto hers

"Greedy, perhaps?" She arched a nicely sculpted eyebrow.

I shrugged. "I can afford it. And I promise you won't feel neglected." My hands squeezed her buttcheeks, just slightly thicker-padded than Vivienne's. And my eyes glowed with lustful arousal.

"You were serious when you said you could keep up with all four of us," the redhead breathed. "You've done this before."

I nodded. Then once again I tugged Aveline against my crotch, ensuring she could feel my hardness and making my intentions absolutely clear. Vivienne was a slam dunk at this point. I'd piqued her interest and I knew with certainty she would accept my invitation to come to the yacht. But yeah, I was greedy. What I really wanted was all four of them. Aveline's eyebrows raised and I leaned forward to growl into her ear, "Stay with me, Aveline, for the rest of your holiday. This can be your dream vacation. We will do anything you ever wished to do here; money is no object. We will dine and we will dance. We will shop and buy exquisitely expensive things. And we will spend every available moment exploring all the passionate pleasure we can find."

At my words, I heard the quiver in Aveline's breathing and felt her tremble in my hands. I ducked my head and bit down on her neck while squeezing both her asscheeks and grinding my erection against where I knew her clit would be. The gorgeous redhead moaned and sagged against me, clutching her fingers against my shoulders before I stood her up. "Talk to your friends. Make a decision. And in five more days, you can return home with pleasant memories and a lot more luggage."

With a confident smile, I turned Aveline around and sent her back toward Lucette and Cecile. Then I turned to make the same offer to Vivienne.

I sent my attendants to the girls' hotel to check them out and bring their belongings to the yacht. I didn't want the girls to go themselves and risk any of them changing their mind at the last moment. Aveline was certainly ready and willing. Knowing full well what she was getting into, the gorgeous redhead renewed her mild competition with Vivienne, moving up to take my arm and hold onto me as we left the nightclub. Only after seeing this did Vivienne move to take my other arm.

Lucette seemed intrigued, even flattered that I might still have an interest in her even with Vivienne and Aveline around. At the very least, she wanted to tag along for the high-class whirlwind, eating at more fancy restaurants and going on more shopping trips. And if I showed some sexual interest in her, well, wasn't getting a little wild the point of a holiday in Mykonos?

Only Cecile still had her reservations. But unlike with Aveline, I implied to Vivienne that I would not whisk her away on this grand, all-expenses paid adventure unless she convinced all three of her friends to come along. I claimed that I could not bear to be the reason for separating the four of them on their holiday. And Vivienne's dominant personality was all it took to cajole her friend into not messing everything up.

I reassured Cecile by explaining that absolutely no one would be doing anything they didn't want to do. She still seemed skeptical — after all, I was a strange man taking them to an isolated yacht far, far away from home. But buoyed by her friends, the pretty blonde agreed.

An hour later, the girls were settling into two staterooms on the yacht: Lucette and Cecile in one, Vivienne and Aveline in the other. Everything was of the finest appointments: Gold-plated fixtures, highest-quality silk sheets, and plush furnishings. Lucette and Cecile looked around as if they'd never even seen such a luxurious room, even in a hotel let alone on a boat. Evania was explaining to them the various decks on the yacht and showing them how to work the controls for the built-in LCD TV with satellite feed, as well as the attendant call buttons for room service.

Vivienne and Aveline, on the other hand, were a little busier with me. Vivienne made her own intentions clear when she simply dumped her bag into her room and then immediately came to the Master Suite. Aveline followed along with her old predatory look in her eye as well, entering into my room just steps behind Vivienne.

The statuesque dirty-blonde first turned and looked at her best friend with questions in her eyes. Vivienne still considered herself the 'primary' girl, even though by now she'd figured out that the wealthy, greedy playboy wanted to tap all four of them. Perhaps she'd intended to stake the first claim on me while her friends were settling into the staterooms.

But the way Aveline returned her best friend's gaze made it quite clear that she wasn't about to leave, and in fact the redhead turned and closed my bedroom door. The room was then filled with nothing but the sound of the subtle downtempo music I was pumping through the stereo, the room's insulation doing its job.

I had changed immediately upon arrival while Evania showed the girls around the yacht. By now, I was wearing just a long, elegant white robe with gold trim on top of a pair of black silk boxers. I was reclining on my bed, expecting Vivienne to immediately come to me, and pleasantly surprised that Aveline was here as well. I simply opened my arms in a welcoming gesture, and quickly I found two gorgeous, nubile young women crawling on top of me.

The pair of them self-organized, Vivienne on my right arm and Aveline on my left. Clearly, they both had some designs on me but just as clearly, they knew that fighting with each other would only hamper their individual efforts. And to my surprise, Vivienne backed off to let Aveline move in first to take my head in her hands and press her spicy lips to my own.