Hostel DP, a new 7,300 word mfm story, is now available as a single on all Amazon sites (US link), as part of Hot Wives & Girlfriends Vol. 4, and is free to read with Kindle Unlimited/Amazon Prime. The first 2k or so words are below, and a whole ‘girlfriend on MDMA sucks a bunch of dicks’ story in DOC format can be found here if you want something a little more extreme:
Me and Bree had been traveling across America, coast to coast, the classic trip, done backpack style. It was kind of great – no school, no work, but also kind of sucky – cheap hostels and motels, boring menus and the realization that we didn’t have enough money to do the kind of things we wanted, and no idea how to get it. That and the fact that we were getting on each other’s nerves, living in each other’s pockets and not really liking it anymore.
We were on the trip to make a decision about the future, and I knew by the time we got back home and mulled things over we were probably going to split up and get out while the going was easy, before we started buying appliances or talking about kids.
I was cool with ending things here and not taking them to the next level. Sure, Bree was fun and I loved fucking her, but it was a college relationship that had gone on too long, doomed and near the end of the ride.
As our trip wound down on the West Coast there were at least three things I wanted to do before the end: fuck my girlfriend in the ass, cum in her face, and share her with another man.
I liked Bree a lot, she had these great tits, full lips, permanent tan and trashy, bleach blonde hair that turned me on, but there were things I wanted to do that made me feel like a freak, so I was scared of even thinking about them, no matter how much fun I had when I did.
Sexually we’d had a pretty eventful trip, one of the highlights of which was getting a blow job in the Grand Canyon while on MDMA, but I also have happy memories of fucking Bree from behind in a motel in Austin, and a party of people in the room next door cheering us on.
I’d fantasized that some of them had knocked on the door and they’d come in and joined us, the men outnumbering the women, Bree in a circle of dicks.
In Vegas we’d gone into a sex store and got a vibrating rubber cock.
Later Bree stuck the end of that dildo up my ass while blowing me, and she said I could do the same to her sometime, just not now, not today.
We were kids in our 20s – having fun, trying to make a connection.
Later in this story that same dildo goes in my girlfriend’s ass while she has two cocks in her cunt, but that was a week or two away when this all came up the first time, when we were rolling in the Grand Canyon and I told her what I wanted, but afterwards, when we’d come down and straightened out, we didn’t talk about it again, and I thought maybe she thought I was joking about the whole DP thing, or maybe she’d forgotten.
But I wasn’t joking and she didn’t forget.
Now I knew what I wanted, and I’ll be frank on that point. I wanted to see Bree with a good-looking guy, so she’d be all excited, making out and playing with his cock, and then the two of them fucking, and me joining in.
It took me years to work up the courage, but there we were, high as fuck and sharing our wants and needs, and I found my voice and spoke out.
That scene went something like this:
“I, well, I, I –”
This was awful, but I was feeling really good on that ecstasy, so I knew that I could do this if I didn’t think about the future.
“What is it?”
“I want you.”
“Oh, OK, well –“
“No, I didn’t finish. I want you to fuck another guy, and I want to be there too.”
“No, sorry. It’s a bad idea, I –“
“No, it’s OK, I mean, that’s my fantasy too.”
“Being with another man in front of you. I’ve always wanted to do it, and now, well – it’s the perfect time.”
“Why? Because I think we’re splitting up at the end of this trip – don’t you? The magic’s kind of gone, and I want to get on with my life. I want to go back to school. I want to be a teacher.”
We hadn’t talked about any of this again, but now, on almost the last stop of our trip, Bree was all up in my face about “the deal” we’d made, and how I had “promised, no demanded” that she sleep with another guy, and she really wanted it to happen.
“You want me to pick a big tough guy, don’t you?”
“Just choose someone you want to fuck,” I said, “I want you to enjoy it.”
She kissed me.
“I just want a handsome guy, with a good body. Personality doesn’t matter. Someone out of my league. Someone who just wants to fuck me.”
And with a big cock, I thought, don’t forget one of those.
We had three days in the hostel, and we got a good room with its own bathroom and a little balcony, so we could stretch out, have some privacy, smoke weed and relax. On the first day we’d done the sightseeing and now it was two days of chilling out, doing laundry, getting ready for San Francisco and then the flight back home, although Bree wanted to go shopping for an outfit before the final order of business.
“I want to look nice for him,” she said. “Can I have some money?”
Now with me Bree dressed well, but it tended toward the practical and well made, attention to the socks and accessories, rather than hot and sexy, despite her bleach blonde hair and fake tan.
But demure and tasteful was not the look she was going for here.
No, what became clear when she came back and from the stores was that she wanted to look like the kind of girl who’d fuck two guys at once – and why not? That was the plan.
“Can you see what’s missing?” She said, having put all her new things on the bed.
A blue velvet miniskirt, some black heels, black thigh-high fishnets, a black push-up bra and a tight red blouse.
Was this a trick question?
“No panties,” she said.
I smiled and then remembered where we were, some ratty hostel in a shitty college town – where the fuck was she going to wear this outfit?
“Oh, and I got something for you.”
She handed me a small bag from a marijuana store. Inside were a couple of THC vaporizer pens and some candies.
“And I got a guy for me.”
She held up her phone.
“Hook-up app. Said I was in the neighborhood and checked out the responses.”
She showed me a photo of a good looking guy in his 20s, maybe a year or two older than me, standing by a BMW. Swipe. He was on a beach, good body. Swipe. Dick like a salami.
“Says he works here sometimes. Says he’ll be here about six.”
“What? It’s already five.”
“Then I’d better get ready. He’s hot.”
She pointed to the bag she’d given me.
“We should eat one of those caramels now.”
We ate a THC caramel each and I went to the garden, ordered a beer from the café and hit that vaporizer while Bree was in the shower.
I liked getting high, and if my girl was going to have sex in front of me then I wanted to be as high as possible, and by about an hour later, just around the time this other guy got his hands on Bree, I started tripping really hard and got my rocks off too.
But right then I just had a great buzz on and was thinking about getting in the shower and washing the day off me before a threesome, when Bree came out of the bathroom and showed me her pussy – all shaven, except for little strip up on the mound.
I don’t think her pussy had looked that good since we’d left Baltimore.
“Touch it,” she said, and I did, running my fingers over her clit, down to the lips and roundabout.
She was already wet, and I realized I was hard.
“We’re going to do this,” she said, “aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are.”
I got in the shower while Bree did her hair and make-up, got dressed up, and I kept jerking off, seeing things in my head, then stopping just before I’d cum, calming down and working myself up again, careful to edge off each time, wanting to blow a nice big load with Bree and…and who was this guy?
I came out the shower and she wasn’t in the room.
It was still a little early, and maybe she’d gone to get a drink from the café.
I looked around the room, thinking about something and then forgetting it.
Something was bothering me.
Where were Bree’s new clothes?
The miniskirt, the high heels, the fishnets and so on.
Then I realized my girlfriend was dressed like a costume-party hooker and high as fuck, wandering around a hostel, looking for alcohol and/or a guy to fuck.
I got dressed and went out to find her.
Like I said, the hostel had a café and a small garden out the back with some tables, chairs and hammocks. Shit, I’d been there just before my shower, and then Bree had gone out, and I bet that’s where she was now, maybe with a vaporizer and beer too, fine-tuning her mind before the threesome.
I went out again and looked around, and it seemed like more than half the people there were good-looking young guys who my girlfriend could be hooking up with, and I thought about her with three or four of them, and wondered if she had a gangbang surprise for me.
I felt the pull of destiny.
I was high was fuck.
I as high as high as fuck.
I saw Bree.
She was sitting at a table, holding a beer and watching my confusion.
She was sitting with another man.
“This is Kyle, babe, says he comes here a lot.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said, and we shook hands, and he was bigger, stronger and more confident.
I knew then my girlfriend would fuck him.
“Thanks,” he said, a big smile with big teeth, “my family owns this place. I keep an office here. Makes it easy.”
He put a hand out and rested it on Bree’s shoulder, pulling her closer to his body, then leant in and whispered.
“Thanks, man. I like her tits.”
My face felt like it dropped and I pulled back and forced a smile.
“You two have fun,” I said, “I’ll go and get some beers, OK?”
My girlfriend smiled, a hand on Kyle’s thigh.
“Thanks,” she said, “take your time. We’ll see you back in the room.”
My balls almost exploded.
Now I felt like an idiot, but I had my wallet with me, so I went out of the hostel and crossed the road to a convenience store, half to give myself some time to calm down and get ready, and half to give Bree and that guy enough time to get acquainted, so there wouldn’t be too many awkward silences back in the room.
But to be honest it seemed like the pair of them were already down to fuck, so I don’t know why I went out other than embarrassment and fear, and as soon as I was on the street I thought I should turn around, go back to our room and take control, but I didn’t want to look weak and indecisive, so I kept on walking to get some beers.
I was high as fuck but I wanted to get more fucked up.
I didn’t know how I’d react to seeing Bree getting nailed by another guy, but I hoped I got a clear view of her tits bouncing – 32DDs and hardly any sag. Leaving those was going to be hard, because Bree and I were going to split up soon, that much seemed clear in the store, and there was no point in being jealous or scared as this long-held fantasy became a reality.
I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain – a new way of being, a new way of looking at life.
I got the beers and went back to the hostel feeling incredibly good about everything.
There was message on our door: In Kyle’s Office – Bxxx.
I went into the room and picked up a washbag with some condoms, that vibrating rubber cock, a hand towel and some lube, dropped that in the 7-Eleven bag with the beers, put a vaporizer pen in my pocket and went out.
It was time to find my girlfriend.
I walked around looking for the office and this Asian girl who worked there stopped me.
“You looking for that girl you’re travelling with?”
“Yes, Bree, my girlfriend. Have you seen here?”
“Oh, yeah. She was with Kyle.”
“I know,” I said, holding the note. “Where’s his office?”
She told me it was on the third floor, around the corner at the end of the corridor. She wanted to know how Bree and me knew him, and I was really vague on the point, not wanting anyone to know what was happening.
Another girl who worked there, from England or Australia or somewhere, came by and heard us talking.
“Do you mean the quote-unquote Bulldozer?”
“Yeah,” said Suzy, “he’s got this guy’s girl now.”
“What, right now?”
“Yes,” I said, “right now.”
The two girls looked at each other, laughed, then apologized and got back to work.
I walked upstairs to find Kyle’s office.
Bree was about to get fucked.
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