A week fucking in Lisbon!

Fucking my way around Europe, I once went to a bar where the main show is girls fucking dogs.

I once went to a bar where the main show is girls fucking dogs. Before I started College, I took a “gap year” bed surfing around Europe. I was on a tight budget - so I did what any good little girl does - when it’s time to move, find a new fuckbuddy on Snapchat to molest me in the next city - free bed, food and fucking. The guys you get are usually a bit older and rougher around the edges, but that means they also have a bit more money - and on my budget I needed all the help I could get!

My latest “fuckbuddy” picked me up at Lisbon Orient Station. I told him to wait in the car park and I’d find him (even back in my Catholic schooldays - hooking up after school to get molested for a few $s - I’ve always loved the “stranger danger” when I get in some random perverts car). He was OK, but older and flabbier than I expected, (profile pics always lie!). And his English was about as good as my Portuguese - ie non existent - so we had to communicate with the translator app. (Not understanding each other’s language is not a dealbreaker. I hooked up with a Belarusian guy once and even the translator app was useless. Once he worked out I’m definitely a “da” girl and NOT a “niet” girl - we had wet wild crazy fun for a whole week.) However, in this case things were not looking good. When we got to my flabby Portuguese Daddy’s place and mechanically finished our first fuck - I was starting to think Portugal was going to be a bit of a bummer.

Then he showed me a flyer for a bar with a pic of a girl doing something very evil with a dog! I was intrigued - and when he said he’d pay the €350 cover charge - I was sold. It looked like I’d found a perverted soulmate after all. SHOW WAS FANTASTIC!!! There were only about 20 people sitting around the edge and we were right up and personal. There were two performerssharing one dog and the show lasted about two hours plus an intermission to change the dog and give the girls a rest. It was horny magic. My cunt was streaming but I didn’t want to go to the toilet to rub a quick one out - the show was just too good.

Then I thought “Hell - they’re fucking dogs! No one’s going to care if I rub one or two quick ones out”. So for most of the show I had my hand down my shorts fingering my cunt and clit like crazy. During intermission I even drew a little crowd - mostly old blokes who needed a good shower and shave. I think they thought I was the half time act. One of the performers came up and stuck her tongue down my throat so I could taste the dog cum, it was weirdly romantic. (I think she wanted to follow my fingers into my pussy.). She was at least 185cm and towered over my 147cm/32k. I would have loved to fuck her - but I do like dick a lot, and the flabby guy paid for the night, so I needed to be fair. When we got back to his place I fucked his brains out.

In the morning I noticed all the women’s clothes in the cupboard and pics of “The Wife” in the living room. Even wedding pics! Turns out “The Wife” was away for a couple of weeks and we were fucking in their marital bed. There was even a crucifix above the bed. Of course I confronted him, and he at least feigned being guilty “you first girl I cheat with”. What he didn’t know is that fucking married guys behind “The Wife’s” back is a monumental buzz! My panties were soaked! I thought “Great! No more condoms!” I violated “The Wife’s” privacy and explored all her personal draws and knickknacks. I found her wedding dress in the back of her cupboard (girls always keep them). I’m a sacrilegious cunt. So of course I wanted to wear it every time I fucked “The Husband” - just so he couldn’t forget what an evil cheating bastard he was. But after wearing it the first time, I had to give it up. “The Wife’s” dress was 10 sizes too big - I got lost in it! Back then I was going through a skinny phase - 32 kilo dripping wet. “The Wife” must have been the size of a horse! With all the lace and frills, I spent ages finding his dick with my cunt and arse.

I was in Lisbon for 5 more beautiful sunny days and starry nights. Of course I did my usual kink - I got “The Husband” to ring “The Wife” a few times to tell her how much he loved her - while I sucked and fucked his dick. (I don’t know why that turns me on so much - am I weird🤓?, or just fucking evil 😈 ?). During the day, he showed me around Lisbon. Enraptured with sanctity of the 10th Century Sé de Lisboa Cathedral, I dragged “The Husband” to a dusty corner, got on my knees, and demanded he administer “holy communion” with his sacred spermatic “wine”. But other than those fun impromptu opportunities - in public I played the demure little “niece” from Oz complete with hair ribbons, patent leather pumps and knee high white socks. At night, in “The Wife’s” bed, I showed my “uncle” how loud saintly little trollops become after they push their panties aside and sink their sacred taburacle onto their “uncle’s” rigid phallus. “The Husband” had real staying power for a flabby guy, and fucked me at least twice a night and again in the morning! I’m sure “The Wife” didn’t mind that I kept her wedding dress next to the bed. She’d understand that every good little Catholic whore needs something to wipe her cunt or arse with after fucking their Husband.