Woke up and fucked them. So lucky to live in a sex hostel!

“Wake up and fuck all over!” seemed to be the motto of the raucous gang of hedonists who had checked into the open-minded hostel, determined to make the most of their stay in the habitat of unbridled pleasure. The place attracted a certain type of traveler – those who craved adventure, excitement, and sex on demand. Breakfast in bed? More like breakfast, and a bed full of horny bodies ready to satisfy every carnal craving.

On this particular morning, as the sun filtered through the crack of the curtains, a meticulous awakening ritual began. First, a seductive kiss on the lips, then another on the neck and shoulders. Gently kissing, hands roaming, finding warmth and heat, awakening lust. Wide eyes squinted open to the glorious sight of breasts, glistening with sweat, begging to be touched.

Our hero, a virile young traveler, stirred from his slumber, his senses assailed by the fragrance of desire mixed with the musk of used lingerie. Two nubile goddesses flanked him on either side, their soft curves pressing into him, seeking thigh-to-calf contact with his manly form.

Without a word, his hands began their rise from the bedsheet valley, exploring sequined mountain ranges with their peaks jutting to the sun. Groping cups overflowed withimmeasurable bounty, a heaviness that defied gravity. His questing fingers soon captured the hardened Rubies at the tip of each snowy peak. “Give; it will be the only pill you’ll ever take” cooed a sultry siren smile.

Other hands, artistic and nimble, had been busy emoting their own desires. Tall talented fingers grasped the morning wood that had risen through the tissue. Meeting at the tip in a singularity of purpose, they explored the satin hardness, the warm flesh that seemed to engorge and stiffen with each caress.

“Good morning Service,” purred the sultry brunette, going down on the bed. Her copious breasts swayed hypnotically, the chocolate drops at their centers imploring to be sucked on. Fat pink lips parted to reveal an eager tongue, the eyes of a she-wolf glazed in lust.

His need for caffeine was surpassed only by his need for her sweet hot mouth, her insanely soft lips, the filthy things they did together. So he dove face first into her jiggling breasts, suckling and nibbling like a pig at a ruse. In. Out. Drinking down the nectar of her sweet ambrosia.

The redhead, ever the artist, joined in, her velvet tongue exploring the tethers of flesh, worshipping every inch. They applied pressure from either side, a delicious vise building inexorably, as the world narrowed to that throbbing bit of flesh, that godhead awaiting an offering.

The brunette took him into her mouth, her face a map of pure oral sex, every contortion of feature a testament to her dedication. Her velvet walls undulated, rippled, kneaded. She moaned into him, and that vibration…oh, that vibration was exquisite agony. He fisted her brunette tresses, guiding her, working her mouth like a well-oiled piston.

But the redhead wouldn’t be left out, this voracious vixen who had yet to feast. She took his member into her mouth as well, her hot tongue joining her friend’s in licking him from balls to cock. “Two. Mouths. Are. Better.Than.One.” purred the first girl breathlessly between slurps.

And then the morning became a blur of slick flesh, needy moans, and sexy grunts, as the other guests, drawn to the sound and smells of hot rumpy-bumpy, entered the fray. Pale flesh slithered through the ring of eager mouths, firm buttocks rubbed together, all through one long orgasmic crescendo. The three lovers embarked upon a marble wonderland of lust and promise, their tongues and fingers working in earnest until he emptied his heavy fluids into both greedy mouths, drenching their insides with his essence.

And thus began another salute to the sun and the service of carnal pleasures at this most delectable hostel, where breakfast was served in a bedpan full of ecstasy. The travelers checked in, but they never checked out, for bad news travels fast. As the saying goes, “What happens at the hostel stays at the hostel. Unless it’s videoed and uploaded to the web.”