I had been travelling by train all day, bound for Istanbul from Paris on a business trip. Exhausted, I disembarked at an older station in Kecskemet, an old style city in the middle of Hungary. I had an overnight here, and then would catch another train in the morning and head southeast toward Szeged and the border with Romania. I checked with the kiosk and was told that the three primary hotels were full (because of a business conference apparently) but that a couple of hostels in an older section of town were available, and pretty nice. The helpful railroad employee picked up the old style telephone and dialed, and spoke in Hungarian, then hung up and turned back to me. “The Red Apple has rooms available. It’s very nice, run by an older couple, not very commercial at all. More like your American bed and breakfasts. Also, probably your cheapest option.” I grinned “Thanks. Do they speak English as well as you?” I asked. He laughed. “Not likely. But they’ll speak well enough to take your credit card and put a meal on the table in front of you. Take that cab over there.” He indicated a rusty old Soviet-era taxi idling on the street. I tipped him a few euros and walked to the cab.
Author: Fiftyandclueless
Threesome – from Laura’s perspective
I was super horny that day, I remember that.
My roommate Imelda was gone for the week, and it was Friday, the first day of my weekend. After breakfast, I sipped a cup of coffee on the porch, watching the sun getting warmer. I didn’t bother putting much on, just a thin sarong, and as I sat in the summer morning air, my fingers naturally were down at my crotch, under my wrap, idly touching my silky cunt hair, and then, since no one was around on the street in front of my house, one of my fingers slid into my moist crack, and little electric shocks went up my spine. I couldn’t quite see if any of my neighbors were at their windows, but figured I’d avoid problems, and so I headed inside. I tossed my coffee cup in the sink and grabbed a jug of red wine, filling up a plastic cup with my name Sharpied on the rim. (It was left over from a party last weekend.) I took a solid gulp of the wine, and then decided that before I masturbated, I needed to get high as fuck, so was bumbling around trying to find my water pipe, which was not sitting where it was supposed to be, on my coffee table. I managed to find it, up on the counter in the bathroom, where I had smoked it while pissing last night, just before bed. Right beside the pipe was a brick of rolling papers and it occurred to me that I hadn’t smoked a joint in forever, and so instead of the pipe, I grabbed the papers, my vial of weed, and went back down to the living room. I ignored my throbbing cunt, which was already wet from the thought of watching some good bondage porn and filling it with a large plastic cock. I sipped my wine and was rolling a joint when there was some commotion on my front porch and a rap at the door.
Come With Me (An After Class Hookup) [mf] [college]
It was late spring in the Northwest, and my Literature of Philosophy class met outside, in the gorgeous April sun, as the professor read Voltaire in his thick French accent. It was an inter-discipline class, and upper level, so there were only about 8 bored students sitting quietly in the grass pretending to listen, but actually taking in sun and covertly watching a rowdy game of Ultimate that was happening across the quad.
I sat close to Miranda, a lovely white junior. She was dressed in a brown tank top that could not disguise her huge plump breasts, even though she was clearly wearing a strong bra underneath. Miranda pushed a lock of long blondish brown hair out of her face, and I noticed that she had a cute lovely silver loop in one nostril, and that her eyes, gleaming in the bright sun, seemed hazel with flecks of gold. She was wearing jeans over her skinny co-ed legs, which might have been a poor choice, since temperatures were sweltering. I was in a light T shirt and loose khaki shorts, which were not only cooler, but worked well at hiding the half hard boner I was getting as I gazed at Miranda’s close up tits. I saw a bead of sweat go down the side of her neck, toward the middle of her cleavage, and almost reached out to wipe it off of her fair skin- but caught myself just in time.
Sex with a Vampire [mf] [vampire]
I rolled out of the quaint Kecskemet train station in central Hungary on a 7:30 a.m. train, headed south. I stifled a yawn as I sat back, and watched the cityscape slowly changing to pastoral fields as the train began its day-long trek. The yawn indicated lack of sleep, and not attention, a result of me staying up much of the night having sex with a gorgeous blonde ghost named Barbara. I was still trying to process my memories of that encounter, which apparently started in a dream, and ended in a cool pile of ectoplasm on my bed, and a slight mess on the sheets. I had ducked and run in the morning, skipping breakfast, and getting a cab down to the station, to hop on the train, and leave this spooky scenario in my rear view mirror.
Dorm Basement Blowjob [mf][college]
I ran into Cassandra at a dorm party, a Friday night mixer that the Belknap Dorm Welcoming Committee threw in their basement. The party was kind of pathetic, basically a dark room, a table with a bowl of potato chips and a punchbowl of grape-flavored punch, and some Depeche Mode blasting on someone’s borrowed stereo set up. A dozen people hung around in the shadows, mostly nerds and freshmen. I heard the music from upstairs as I entered the dorm, and decided to follow the THIS WAY TO FUN posters down into the basement. One glance at the place was enough to decide me I had better things to do on this Friday night at my college, but then a second glance alit on Cassandra, standing by herself to the side, looking at the “party” with a disdainful expression which was similar to mine.
She was a short, petite gal with long ginger red hair, a very pretty freckled face, a nice curvy bust, and skinny hips and legs. I had seen her around before, but had never had a chance to talk to her.
Double Teaming Tesla and Twain – a Jessica the Time Travelling Slut Story [mmf] [historical] [celebrities]
Nikolai Tesla’s Laboratory, 33 South Fifth Ave., West Broadway.
March 4, 1894 4:15 p.m.
With a deep bassy throb, the portal opened for exactly 3.14 seconds, and a beautiful woman stepped through it, and into the room.
Jessica straightened up and stretched her lithe, long-legged, overly busty body, which was packed into a dark brown leather bodysuit. She pushed her long auburn hair out of her beautiful blue eyes; she then reached down and pulled a leather string out of her pocket, and tied back her hair, letting it cascade down between her slender, muscular shoulders.
The two men in the room watched with shock and surprise on their faces. One of them was tall, dark haired and mustachioed, with a Eastern European cast to his narrow features. He was in a white laboratory coat, with the sleeves rolled up. The other man was shorter, wider, dressed in a fine suit with a white shirt and bow tie. He had a wider face, pointed nose and big, American eyebrows and mustaches. His hair was salt and pepper, and his hands were wrapped around a beer mug.
“Gentlemen,” said Jessica in a calm, dusky voice. “I am so glad to have found you.”
Spontaneous Office Quickie [mf][office]
I heard a moan from Jane’s cubicle, across the large office. Surprised, because I had thought I was alone here this Saturday morning, and suddenly curious what this hot fox could be doing, I got up and walked over to look.
Jane had a porn vid playing on her computer screen, a woman being spitroasted by two muscular men, one pummeling the actress’ pussy, the other gagging her with his massive cock. Jane was leaning back, eyes half closed, , her pretty floral dress hiked up her slim body, her skinny legs spread open, with no panties in sight, and two fingers buried in her pink slit. Seeing this gorgeous bombshell masturbating made my cock balloon in my jeans, and I couldn’t help rubbing it.
Jane looked up and saw me, looked startled for a moment, but then saw my wide, lusty eyes, and her gaze travelled down to my bulging pants. She smiled up at me, then leaned forward, pulling her fingers out of her gleaming slit, and reaching up for my zipper. I edged forward to help her, and her skillful fingers unzipped me, and as she looked up into my eyes, my cock popped out of my pants right into her face. With a delighted squeal, Jane licked my cock head, flicking me on the tip with her slick, wet tongue. She had a pretty face with a pert nose, tanned skin, lovely dark brown eyes, and dishwasher blonde curly hair.
Touch Starved M.I.L.F. [mf]
“Not bad,” I mulled, as I put the finishing touches on my first Craigslist ad. Being a horny, single 30 year old male, with a weekend off from work, and sporting a boner even though it was only 9:30 a.m. Saturday, I had been trying to figure out a way to meet a horny woman for a hot, mindless fuck. A buddy had suggested this new Internet thing called Craigslist, and I had found it on my browser, and immediately gone to the Romance/Dating section. There I quickly went through 10 ads and was crestfallen to see that they were all from dudes- guys like me that just wanted to pound some pussy. Where the hell are the ladies, and how do I distinguish myself from that pack of horny cunthounds? I decided to focus on an appealing ad, something a little different from those short, brusque ads that filled the computer screen. So I tried to focus on what a lady would care about. “Tall, handsome, funny guy with the body of a gym rat and the brain of a college professor, clean and discrete, wants to please you while pleasing himself. Safe and sane. I promise. I’m 30 y.o. b.t.w.” Mostly true, I guess. I put the ad up and then moved back to porn.
Emily Gets Her Freak On [mf][ff][road trip]
Friday afternoon my cell phone buzzed with a text. I was sitting out on the porch of my fraternity house, basking in the sun, reading some literature, wondering what kind of games Emily might have in mind for the weekend.
Last week, after giving me a loving kiss goodbye at the door at 6:30 in the morning, after the insane debauchery that had occurred with her and her two slutty friends Jane and Jasmine, Emily told me. “Don’t make plans for next weekend, okay?” Her eyes had twinkled mischeviously as she nipped at my lip. “Please?” Grinning like an idiot, I gave her ass a squeeze, and then hopped on my bicycle, waving good bye to her. Inside her house, her 9 year old son Jacob was still asleep, but it was about time to get up to start getting ready for school.
Sucked off by a Succubus – Sexy Beasts Series Episode I [mf] [ghost] [succubus]
[My Sexy Beasts Series is going to explore sexual relationships between humans and monsters- vampires, zombies, werewolves, giants, mythological creatures, shifters, etc.]
I had been travelling by train all day, bound for Istanbul from Paris on a business trip. Exhausted, I disembarked at an older station in Kecskemet, an old style city in the middle of Hungary. I had an overnight here, and then would catch another train in the morning and head southeast toward Szeged and the border with Romania. I checked with the kiosk and was told that the three primary hotels were full (because of a business conference apparently) but that a couple of hostels in an older section of town were available, and pretty nice. The helpful railroad employee picked up the old style telephone and dialed, and spoke in Hungarian, then hung up and turned back to me. “The Red Apple has rooms available. It’s very nice, run by an older couple, not very commercial at all. More like your American bed and breakfasts. Also, probably your cheapest option.” I grinned “Thanks. Do they speak English as well as you?” I asked. He laughed. “Not likely. But they’ll speak well enough to take your credit card and put a meal on the table in front of you. Take that cab over there.” He indicated a rusty old Soviet-era taxi idling on the street. I tipped him a few euros and walked to the cab.