[F]ucked the hostel [M]anager while his girlfriend was downstairs

So here’s another one of my backpacker sex stories….

This one also happened in Eastern Europe, in a capital city. It was early December and I had wanted to check out the Christmas markets in this lovely city, but it was seriously cold and when I arrived and having walked from the bus stop to the hostel where I was staying I was freezing and decided to get a hot mulled wine to warm me up a little. From there on in I basically continued to drink to keep myself warm as I wandered around.

Now, I had been on a date the night before with a crazy hot Romanian dude in the city where I live, and I had decided for the sake of a bit of fun to invite him along on my trip, thinking we could have some good old fashioned hot hostel sex. In fact, as I was being shown around the hostel when I checked in I was mentally noting some nice cosy, quiet areas that I could drag him to when he arrived at the city (he had to work earlier in the day so he was going to join me later, it was only about an hour from where I live. Europe is great!). Unfortunately for both of us there was some issue at his place of work and he didn’t get off work until late that night, meaning he wouldn’t be joining me. So I resigned myself to the thought that I wouldn’t be having sex that night… or so I thought.

This particular hostel was known for its pub crawl, which I decided to go on. They started with some drinks in the hostel (shots too… not a fan but, well, YOLO) and we went from there to about 4 different bars and clubs. By the final club the group leader and hostel manager had been hitting on me quite strongly. He is most definitely not my type, particularly compared to the hot Romanian guy I was after, but at this stage I was drunk and horny and decided I wanted sex, regardless.

So we made out a little and when we got back to the hostel I ended up in his room (an attic room with a mattress on the floor, however it was all less boho and more hobo) and we had some drunken fucking that was nothing to write about. The next morning is a bit more clear.. He had a reasonable sized cock but didn’t really know how to use it so I ended up pushing him down and riding him hard to get myself off. He kept talking throughout so at one point I had to physically put my hand over his mouth as he was distracting me from my goal of getting an orgasm from riding his dick. When that didn’t work I decided to change tactics and straddled his face, gripping his head and pushing it deep into my pussy where any noises he made would just create good vibrations for me!

We fucked a few more times, and in between we chatted a little. I’m not much of a cuddler or a talker after sex and I was kind of hungover so he was doing most of the talking. I noticed he was on his phone a lot and he asked me “have you ever been in an open relationship?” I said no, that I had suggested it to my ex but it didn’t go down well that I wanted to fuck other people. He then revealed he was in an open relationship with one of the girls that worked in the hostel. She was downstairs at that moment and pretty pissed at him, even though the open relationship thing had been her idea. Now at this point I’m thinking I didn’t consent to being in the middle of some couple-drama and I’m hungover and could do without an angry girlfriend having a go at me for fucking her boyfriend.

But after all of this he asked did I wanna fuck again and being constantly horny I said yes. He put a condom on and I took over again. He kept telling me how good I fucked and how hot I was, and kept making references to coming to visit me in the city where I live, which I blatantly ignored since I had no intention of seeing him after I was done fucking him. I even tried to hint at this, asking him while I was on top, grinding on his dick did he not mind that I was using him to get off? Apparently he did not…

Anyway, riding him, with his phone buzzing beside us and seeing his girlfriend’s name pop up on the screen was a huge turn on. I was fucking this chick’s boyfriend right above her head as she worked on the front desk just downstairs.

When I eventually felt I had enough energy to get up and leave the hostel I said my goodbyes and left as quickly as possible without giving him my contact details. Although he must have done some digging because I got an email and a watsapp message in the following weeks from him trying to make contact. I didn’t respond to either. Dude, take a hint.

The most awkward part was that I was in such a hurry to leave I didn’t shower (prefer to shower in the comfort of my own home as soon as I get back anyway) and it was his girlfriend who checked me out of the hostel that afternoon, the sweat and smell of her boyfriend still all over me!

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/afwiaz/fucked_the_hostel_manager_while_his_girlfriend