Fun night in a German hostel [m][f]

Just started this account to share my stories of when I was a but of a slut. I'm now happily settled down with a fiancé who loves hearing about my dirty past. They all take place a few years ago when I was in my early 20s. This one when I was backpacking in Germany in 2010.

About me: I'm now a teacher, at this time I was in undergrad. American college student. Strawberry Blonde hair that I always keep pretty long, green eyes, pale skin and freckles. About 145lbs, 5ft 2in, hourglass shape. 32DD, size 8 jeans, not super skinny, but now overweight either. Just average.

It was my last night in Munich and I was staying at this awesome hostel near the train station that had a bar attached to it. I wanted to get in some last minute Bavarian beer so my friend Kat and I were in the bar drinking liters of Augustiner. Kat was very pretty, she competed in beauty pageants. Tall, thin, blue eyes, and long blonde hair. Basically, she got a lot of attention from guys when we travelled because she was the stereotypical American beauty.

Kat and I were on a couch in the back of the bar talking about our travel plans. She was heading back to the states in a few hours (6am flight) and I was heading to Prague the following afternoon. A few guys had hit on us (mainly Kat) but we were enjoying a girls night.

Pretty suddenly these four guys come up and ask to sit down. They were clearly already buzzed and said they were just excited to hear people speaking English. Turns out they were in a band together and were doing a small tour. They were from England and one was from Ireland. I jokingly referred to them as the heavy metal Beatles. They were all decent looking and extremely nice so we had a good chat about music and travel.

The singer's name was Dave and he kept buying Kat and I drinks. I was in my third liter when Kat realized she needed to get to the airport and ran to the train station to meet up with another friend who was on her same flight.

The three other band members left somewhere and it was just Dave and I. He was about 5'10", shaggy hair and a faint shadow of a beard. He was also muscular because they did a lot of shows without shirts and he wanted to look good. I noticed he was wearing a belt buckle that looked like an original Nintendo controller and asked him about it. "You're just staring at my cock!" He joked with me. I was officially drunk by this time and went into a giggling fit. I knew I would be bringing him up to the room Kat and I had been sharing.

The bar was getting pretty empty by this time. I looked across and saw a person with really long dreadlocks. I asked Dave if he thought it was a man or a woman. He said it is definitely a man. Furthermore, he bet me the person was a man. "If I'm right, you have to fuck me, if I'm wrong you get to choose if you want to fuck me." This sounds rapey now, but at the time I thought it was all alpha male and sexy and vagina brain took over for the rest of the night.

Dave and I went to the bar area and dreadlocks was definitely a dude. Dave whispered that I had a promise to keep and slapped me on the ass. Thinking Kat and I were just going to have a quick drink I hadn't bothered to dress up. I was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail. Apparently guys really are attracted to the effortless look.

We were around about 5 other guys at the bar finishing up our drinks and Dave started to get really possessive. It was like he was warning every other guy to back off. He kept rubbing my ass and kissing my neck. I could feel a slight bulge through his jeans. Someone ordered a round of shots and after I took mine Dave pulled me into a dark corner of the bar and grabbed me against him. "I want to take you upstairs, taste your cunt and fuck you mad" he said. I absolutely couldn't take anymore and basically ran to the elevator.

After a sloppy make out in the elevator Dave and I tumbled into my room. "Your roommates gone love, just you and me tonight" fuck, remembering it now I get wet thinking of his gravelly voice and British accent. He was the best dirty talker I've ever been with.

Dave pulled off my pants and shirt and threw me on the bed. I barely had time to get my panties off before his head was between my thighs. I've never been eaten out like this before or after. He went wild and mercilessly attacked my pussy. He had said he loved eating girls out, but I did t realize exactly what that meant until my body convulsed in an intense orgasm and he didn't let up. Tears were streaming down my face because of the pleasure mixed with sensation overload. I could only lay there and beg for more while also begging for a break. Finally I managed to shout that I needed his cock in me.

"You are going to be my American girl tonight." He said as he stood and started taking off his pants. I was drunk so my memory is hazy but I do remember his dick was circumcised and an average length but with a lot of girth. "Open your legs up for me girl, I want to feel my American sluts pussy." He slid into me easily and started a pretty furious rhythm. I remember him saying "you're so fucking tight and wet for me." "This juicy pussy is all mine." and repeating that I was his slut over and over. Finally he said he wanted me to taste myself on his cock and got off of me.

Dave stood while I rolled over to my stomach and started sucking his cock. I loved tasting my own juices on him and played with myself while sucking him. After a little bit he rolled me back to my back and started sucking on my nipple and slapping my boobs.

"Get up slut. I want to,try something." I obediently rose and let him lead me to the open window. He bent me over so my head was kind of hanging out and spread my legs. I felt him slide back into my pussy and grab onto both of my boobs. "Scream darling, let Munich know you're being fucked good."

His cock was magic. He kept hitting the right spot and I couldn't help but scream and beg for more. A couple people walking on the street looked up but quickly walked away. I came again. This time so hard I swear I nearly blacked out. We wound up on the floor with my body nearly flat on the tile and me a gibbering mess. Dave kept fucking me until I felt his pace go erratic, he pulled out and came all over my ass and back.

I passed out for a bit. When I woke up the sun was just rising and I was dressed in one of my oversized t-shirts and tucked into bed. There was no sign of Dave and I panicked at how stupid I had been the night before. A swift check revealed that all of my money and travel documents were still in my possession. Dave scribbled a note on the back of a S-Bahn map. "I'd always wanted to fuck an American girl. You were a dream come true"

I love the memories you make travelling.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/38vjeb/fun_night_in_a_german_hostel_mf