A new town

Switzerland was a neutral country having the same views on free use as India, you cannot **** a woman, but public copulation was allowed. Due to the vast majority of people from the parts of the world where free use was emphasized upon, women rarely made use of their right to avoid free use. So it wasn't that big of a shock when halfway through the flight the 5 passengers started to fuck the stewardess. She was an average looking girl, blonde hair, plain face but with a respectable bust size, "probably implants" Ashina thought to herself as the 5 men tore open her uniform. The girl shot a **** glance at Ashina hoping that she would help her manage the crowd but Ashina pulled out a pair of ear plugs and reclined her seat. "This is why I don't fly economy" she sighed as even through the plugs she could hear the moans of the stewardess as the men started working on her.

15 hours and 2 flights later Ashina walked into Geneva, hailing a taxi she directed him to take her to the closest respectable hotel. "You accept Mark, right?" She asked in accented German. "Yes, Fraulein". The remainder of the taxi ride was quiet. Ashina caught her first glimpse of the true meaning of free use as the taxi raced past men, women engaging in sexual activities. She began to feel a bit quesy as she imagined herself in the place of a woman in an elegant 19th century Victorian dress getting spit roasted in the middle of the side walk. Her gown pushed back over her head to reveal her pale ass cheeks as the man fucked her mercilessly. "No, I'll avenge my husband" she repeated to herself as the taxi pulled up next to a huge goethe building.

"THE ORIENT" the sign read as she got off the taxi and a coloured bell boy picked up her suitcase. "This was madam" he spoke in english as he led her through the lounge and to the reception. "Madam" he said, standing aside and rang the bell for her. Briefly distracted by a barely legal 18 year old girl spiritedly blowing a man that could be as old as her father, she missed the question the receptionist, a mid thirties extremely beautiful blonde, dressed in cleavage baring white shirt, asked, "Mademoiselle? How can I help you?"

"Sorry, ah yes, I would like to book a room, not too fancy for a couple of days... Do you accept cheques from the Bank of Bombay"

"Yes we do, Mademoiselle, I'll need your passport for verification"

"Of course" As Ashina rummaged through her bag to hand over her passport, the receptionist rang another bell, "Henry, get over here quick", handing him a key, "Escort mademoiselle to room 256" This time Ashina caught a good look at the coloured boy who looked like he just turned 18. She had never seen people with such dark skin before and was genuinely curious about him. "Maybe you could invite him to your room to learn more about their culture" a voice in her head squeaked. Shaking her head, she followed the stocky kid as he walked into the elevator. He had a huge smile on his face, "First time in Switzerland?" He asked, when Ashina nodded, he continued, "I'm from Egypt, not really sure where my parents originally came from, when the war started, my father smuggled me and mother here, he's working in a school as a janitor, Hey, miss, What's your purpose to Switzerland?" He asked barely taking a breathe as he spoke. With a amused smile, "I'm here to meet an old friend to who I have a favour to ask" "I hope you find him miss" he continued as he led her out of the elevator and through the corridor, "And if you need anything, ask for Henry, I'll be here most of the time". Ashina smiled, amused at how happy the boy was as he opened her door. Tossing a coin at him, she dismissed him, "I will, Thank you Henry". With a bow, he closed the door and left.

"Finally, I've made it" she thought as she removed her heels and walked barefoot over the plush carpet of her room. "Nothing fancy, just a queen sized bed, a table lamp, a dresser and a wardrobe" she took count. Pulling off the dress, she let out a sigh as she stood naked on her room after more than 17 hours of constant travel. Releasing her hair from its pony tail, she walked to the window and glanced at the city from the fourth floor. Not feeling the need to be modest as nobody could catch a clear glance at her, she leaned out pushing her breasts, she took a deep breath of air.