Bucharest

BUCHAREST

Anja and Betty strolled down an aisle of the chemist's shop, picking out some last-minute items they needed for tomorrow's trip to the Romanian capital of Bucharest.

Anja's grandmother or bunică in the old language, had been born there, but the family had fled when she was seven, as the Soviets took over at the end of World War Two. Her grandmother's father had led them to the American sector of Germany and then eventually to England. Anja's grandmother had been a renowned beauty, but stayed single a long time, caring for her own grandparents and then parents, before marrying another Romanian refugee. This bloodline still showed clearly in Anja, with her thick, mahogany hair and full eyebrows over large, expressive eyes.

After years of Bunică's stories about the old country, Anja was finally going to see it for herself, alongside her best friend and worst troublemaker, Betty.

Anja thought Betty had insisted on this late shopping stop to pick up a travel-sized tube of toothpaste or the like, but she should have known better from the buxom blonde. The kind of trip Betty had in mind would have severely shocked Bunică Marisa, but was becoming abundantly clear as she stopped them in front of the condoms and personal lubricants.

First she took four tubes of K-Y jelly and put them in the basket Anja was carrying.

"Just how much of this do you think you'll actually use?" Anja asked with a mixture of humour and horror.

"It's not about how much," her randy friend answered. "It's about making sure it's always handy. Who knows where Vlad will want to impale us?"

Vlad referred to Vlad the Impaler, the notorious Romanian nobleman who had enemy prisoners impaled on wooden stakes on the battlefield to terrify the Ottoman soldiers who were marching north into Wallachia in the 15

th

century. Vlad was also known as Vlad Dracula and is said to have been a partial inspiration for Bram Stoker's famous vampire, four centuries later.

When they'd first decided to go to Bucharest, they'd kicked around the idea of making a day trip up to visit Bran Castle, which many people referred to as Dracula's Castle, even though Vlad had never really been there. From then on, Betty had referred to all Romanian men as Vlads. She'd also declared that the Romanian box on her Fuck-Around-the-World list was still blank and she was looking forward to being impaled on Vlad's stake. Of course, it would be a stake of flesh and blood, not wood; though hopefully stiff as wood.

"One for your purse, one for mine, one for your bedroom, one for mine," is how Betty accounted for the four tubes of lubricant.

Anja's mouth hung open speechlessly. 'For My purse and My room?' she thought. No wonder her randy friend had put this off to the last minute -- she obviously didn't want Anja thinking about it too long before it was time to go.

Now looking among the condoms, Betty started placing several small packages into the basket. "What kind do you want?" she asked Anja.

Anja answered in a disbelieving tone, as if she now thought Betty might be playing a prank. "Again, how many do you think we'll really need?"

"Well, we'll be there seven days, so I'd better get fucked at least seven times." She'd already put two 3-packs each of three different kinds of rubbers into the basket.

Anja was no vestal virgin and was certainly open to the idea of a romantic interlude during their stay, but,

at least seven times

, combined with the 18 condoms already in the carrier gave her pause.

"Seven days, but only six nights."

"Then I'll have to get fucked twice on one day. At least," she added with her famous dirty grin.

"Well, then why not just get a big box? It will cost less," Anja responded sarcastically.

Completely straight-faced, Betty replied, "Because when you hand a man a small box, he just thinks you're a well-prepared woman of the world. If you ask him to take a rubber from an economy pack, he'll think you're a slut. We don't want anyone thinking we're sluts, do we?"

Both women laughed, then took their purchases to the checkout. Anja blushed when the old chemist looked at them queerly over the tops of his half-rim glasses.

But Betty gave him a saucy look in return and said, "You don't think bad of us because we make them wear protection, do you? They seem to come just as hard with a rubber as without."

The old man's jaw dropped and he almost did the same with their change.

"Oh, you are so bad," Anja told her friend as they walked out.

"You'd better believe it," Betty replied.

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The next day they arrived in Bucharest and checked into their two-bedroom suite at the Grand Hotel Continental. It was one of the fanciest hotels in town, but both women had good careers and could afford to splurge.

Despite Betty's actions in the chemist's, the women were interested in more of the city than just its sex life. Anja wanted to visit the National Museum of Romanian History to learn more about her ancestry, while Betty was always interested in art museums, from classical to modern. But today would just be a short introductory jaunt, to get their first feeling of the city and its people.

After dropping off their bags, the women walked to the old town, which was less than a kilometre away. They explored various shops and stopped for coffee and a bite at an outdoor café. They listened to buskers and saw a lot of clubs apparently catering to the students from the many university colleges in the area. After a few hours, during which they felt a very active vibe in the city, they made their way back to the hotel. Their research had told them that the club scene didn't get started until quite late, so the two friends each went into her bedroom and laid down for a nap.

After resting a few hours, they got ready to go. Each wore a slinky dress; the pale Betty in black, the dark Anja in red. Many heads turned to follow them across the lobby and into the hotel restaurant. There they ate a light meal and split a bottle of a delicious native red.

Then it was time to hit the town. They approached the concierge and told him they wanted to dance where the natives danced. Betty leaned in close and gave him a good look down the front of her dress at her full cleavage.

The concierge told the doorman to call up a taxi and passed on a location to give the driver. Helping them into the car, the doorman openly looked them over and when Betty sat down she hitched up her short red skirt to give him a look at the black silk thong covering her quim. With a happy smile on his face, he closed the door and told the driver to charge them only what the locals paid, not the tourists, before sending them on their way.

The concierge knew his discos. The taxi pulled up in front of a flashy, but classy looking place with a dangerous-looking, but well-dressed bouncer. Spotting the two beauties sans escorts, he immediately lowered the velvet rope and waved the Brits into the dance hall.

The sound system was good; loud, but clear, and the DJ was sending an excellent mix of rhythms through it. Betty and Anja first hit the floor together, but it wasn't long before they were being asked to dance by many men. A few tried to move in quickly and stake a place at the small table the girls had taken. Betty sweetly, but firmly, kept them moving.

Betty told her less-experienced companion that they didn't want to use 'first-come, first-served' as their way of meeting men. Instead, they had a great time flirting and dancing with a variety of guys. Mostly Romanians, but also Russian, Hungarian, Italian and even Swedish.

One particular pair had caught the girls' eyes from the start and when they'd finished their third dance with them, Betty invited them to stay at the table. The men eagerly agreed. Florin and Daniel were Bucharest natives, but both had spent time in America and spoke great English. True, it was American English, but still completely understandable.

It wasn't long before they were sitting thigh to thigh and starting to kiss. Florin had paired up with Anja and Daniel with Betty. But Betty wasn't about to let the hunting males think they were in charge.

Breaking off a particularly steamy kiss with Daniel, during which he'd started stroking the inside of her thigh, Betty said, "Florin, come dance with me." She pulled him away from Anja and onto the dance floor. Anja knew what her friend was doing and she took Daniel's hand and followed the others to the floor.

Coming back to the table they sat with their new partners and started making out again. Twice more they switched partners while dancing and the guys were in the swing of things now.

Daniel drove them back to the girls' hotel. Stopping at the concierge desk, Betty asked to have a bottle of champagne sent up to the room. When it arrived, they all sat on the large sofa, sipping the delicious vintage and stroking their seat partners.

Anja was enjoying how well Daniel kissed and the feel of his hand on her breast when she heard the sound of a zipper. Looking over, she saw that Betty had turned the heat up quite a few notches by slipping her hand into Florin's open fly.

Suddenly, she decided not to be outdone by her friend's boldness and twisted in her seat, giving her back to Daniel. Without a word, she reached her hand behind her neck and touched the top of her zipper. The Romanian was a clever boy and quickly slid the zip down.

Anja got to her feet and still with her back to the man, shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor, leaving her in nothing but heels and a thong. The women had counter-dressed, with Betty wearing a black thong under her red dress and Anja wearing red under her black. Her hands covered her small, pointed breasts when she turned to face him, but quickly came down as she placed one knee on the sofa cushion next to him. Reaching out to Daniel's curly black hair, she pulled him in to suckle her breast.

Although less aggressive than Betty in day to day life, Anja could also be forceful when her desire was up, as it was now. Daniel was gently kissing her breasts, lightly pulling on her nipples with his lips, getting a feel for what she liked. Wrapping her fingers tighter in his curls, she jammed her tit into his mouth. Ever the quick study, he sucked deeply on the dusky flesh, running his tongue roughly over her swelling nipple.

Assessing that his new partner liked it on the rough side, Daniel grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger and slowly stood up from the sofa. Keeping a tight grip on her sensitive nubs, Daniel guided Anja around until she was seated on the edge of the sofa, staring him in the crotch.

The British babe didn't need any more prompting. She quickly had him unzipped and hanging out of his fly. It wasn't until she sucked his stiffening rod into her mouth that he finally let go of her nipples.

The release from the lightly painful pinch sent an unexpected shock from her tits to her clit. Anja suddenly buried her face all the way to his crotch, taking in his whole half-soft dick; she loved to feel a man grow to full hardness in her mouth. As he did, she felt her juices beginning to flow freely.

Now his manhood was wonderfully hard and she started sliding her pretty mouth up and down his staff. Or was it a stake? Anja giggled awkwardly around his cock when she thought of how a Vlad was impaling her face. She pulled her mouth all the way off so she could smile, breathe, and get over the giggle.

Looking sideways, Anja saw her friend getting impaled in the same way, only Florin was sitting on the sofa and Betty was kneeling in front of him.

The curvy blonde, a self-described cock-slut, also pushed her head down as far as she could, feeling the Romanian's cockhead growing toward the back of her throat. He tasted musky, probably from sweating while dancing, but the flavour just made her hornier.

Like Anja, she had his cock poking through the fly of his pants, so she hadn't seen his equipment clearly yet. However, she had picked up that he was uncircumcised and she used her teeth to peel back the foreskin, sending shivers through his body as her tongue circled his exposed glans.

While squeezing his balls, Betty's hand made another discovery about his intimate anatomy -- he was shaved! Suddenly she wanted to feel his smooth balls in her mouth. Lifting her head, she began urgently pulling at his belt buckle. Florin's hands replaced hers and he told her in his sexy accent, "Undo my shoes."

Soon his hand-stitched Italian dress shoes were off to the side, his pants and underpants heaped on top. He slouched on the sofa with his ass on the edge and his legs spread wide, so Betty could easily mouth his dangling bollocks while running her hand up and down his rod.

Feeling the same need for freedom, Daniel stepped back from Anja and started shucking his own clothes. Anja undid the ankle laces from her shoes and tossed them aside, watching Daniel disrobe with appreciation. He had a slim, taut body, with nice ridges in his stomach, legs and arms.

Completely naked now, Daniel stepped back toward Anja. She leaned forward, expecting to suck him again.

Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her shoulder back with one hand, while holding her hips in place with the other. Intentionally or not, she ended up in the same position as Florin a bit down the sofa from her.

Daniel spread her knees and kissed the insides of her thighs. His kisses moved to her silk-covered mound and then he was grinding his face against her, using his tongue to push the material of her thong into her crack.

Anja couldn't believe how hot she felt; the whole situation was so sudden, so exciting and erotic. Incredibly, she was already close to climax just from the pressure of his lips and tongue on her swollen clit under its flimsy silk cover. She started thrusting her hips, grinding harder against his face. Then her ass was bucking as she let the fast orgasm come and take her.

As the final tremors went through her, Daniel kept gently kissing her mound.

"My God!" laughed Betty. "Did you just dry hump your way to an orgasm?"

Anja just gave her a dreamy smile; it was Daniel who answered.

"Dry? No, I do not think so." He pulled the red material to one side and ran his tongue over her glistening lips. "Definitely not dry." Reaching to her waist, he began sliding the panties down. Anja lifted her ass to help.

Then the guys did something that amazed even the experienced Betty. Daniel held the drenched thong under his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he stretched his arm out and handed Anja's soiled panty to Florin, who just as eagerly held it to his nose and breathed in like he was inhaling a popper.

Anja's eyes had been glued to the handoff of her unmentionables from one man to the other, but they snapped back to her crotch when Daniel dived into her open puss and drank deeply. Anja revelled in the way his talented tongue spread the petals of her flower and she lay back to enjoy it.

When he suddenly pulled his head away, she felt bereft and disappointed. Then she heard, "She is delicious Florin. You must taste her."

The newly-minted international slut's eyes flew open and she watched mesmerized as Daniel got to his feet. Betty was looking at her with glowing eyes and a wide smile as she sat back on her haunches to allow Florin to rise from the couch and take Daniel's place on his knees in front of Anja.

The second Vlad put his fingers gently on either side of her cunny and pulled the lips aside, gazing in rapt attention. Anja couldn't remember ever feeling so exposed, but it was thrilling. The man then plunged his tongue deep in her love tunnel, lapping up her juices. Anja closed her eyes again and let him drink.

Meanwhile, Daniel pulled Betty to her feet and kissed her deeply. She could clearly taste the lady-juice that she already knew from experience was so sweet.

Then the beautiful man was on his knees in front of her, lifting her skirt to her waist and pulling down her black thong. Her pussy was already soaked, so Daniel wasted no time in hungrily sucking on her tender lips. He leaned back, looked up at her smiling, and said, "Also delicious. You are like two bottles of fine wine."

He then rotated and sat down on the carpet, his back against the sofa with his head tilted way back on the cushion. Betty pulled her dress up over her head and undid her lacy bra, freeing her full breasts. She placed a knee on either side of Daniel's curly head, put her hands on the back of the couch and began to eagerly ride his face.

Florin's mouth on her muff felt great, but Anja was ready for more. She pulled him to his feet and stripped off his last remaining piece of clothing, his shirt. He was more solid than Daniel, with well-muscled shoulders and chest. After stripping him down and sucking him to full hardness, she moved over to her purse and came back with the condoms and K-Y her well-prepared slut friend had insisted she carry. The K-Y certainly wasn't needed just then, so she tossed that on the coffee table, then rolled a rubber over the man's throbbing penis.

She moved back to the couch; her right knee went up on a cushion, while her left foot remained on the floor. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on the sofa arm. Her ass was slightly out of proportion to the rest of her slender frame, full and round, and it looked even more enticing as it thrust back at the man. Florin swiftly and smoothly guided his cock between the slightly gaping lips of her sweet cunny. She sighed in pleasure and pushed back against him. They fell immediately into a wonderful rhythm.

Ready to be impaled by her own Vlad, Betty stood up, grabbed Daniel under his arms and pulled him up into a sitting position on the sofa. She saw the 3-pack of rubbers that Anja had opened laying on the table by the K-Y and liberated one to use on her new lover.

Once he was gloved, Betty straddled his hips the way she had his head, only now she was sinking down onto his cock instead of his tongue. And what a good, fucking cock it was.

The next twenty minutes were filled with grunts and moans and the sounds of flesh slapping on flesh as the two traveling sluts and their two lucky escorts took their pleasure from each other in various positions.

As the two women stood on hands and knees on the sofa, facing each other, they began kissing as their foreign hook-ups fucked each one doggy style. Then Betty said, "Anja, I want to try something. Will you help me?"

"Of course. What should I do?"

"Grab the K-Y."

Florin pulled out and back to allow Anja loose. The weak-kneed woman slipped off the sofa to the floor and crawled over to the table that had been pushed back a couple of feet.

Betty crawled forward on the sofa until she was free from Daniel, then got to her feet. She guided the man to move from his knees to his back until he was lying out flat, with his feet toward where Florin waited at the other end of the sofa.

Betty got back up and went astride Daniel's hips. She checked that his condom was still good, then held her hand out toward her girlfriend with her palm up and open. Anja undid the cap and squeezed some lube onto her horny friend's fingertips.

After smearing the gel up and down the sheath, Betty raised up and pointed his shaft at her twat. Then she slowly slid down, glorying in each wonderful inch as it disappeared inside her. When she hit bottom, she leaned forward, pressing her big tits against his chest and kissing him.

After a moment she turned her head sideways toward her helper. "Grease up my bunghole."

A shock and a thrill ran through Anja. "You want him in your...in your..."

"Yes. In my bum. You know how good it feels."

The look on Anja's face made it clear that she didn't.

"You don't mean to say you've never done Greek?"