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The light is red, or pink, or purple, and sometimes, one can hear the newly created couple on the opposite side of the wall engaging in their version of this artificial form of love. Once you’re inside, and all of these brand-new impressions are fighting to get the upper hand in your brain, you realize you have no idea of how to behave. Should you pay up front, or afterwards? Should you get fully naked, or leave your shirt on, or your socks? Surely, you will be using one of her condoms, right? And does she even give head? Luckily, the girl I was with wasn’t born yesterday. Her name was Sasha, or so she said, and she was of Russian descent. She had smiled at me when I walked past, and when I came by again, she had opened her door - which is against the rules - and whispered: come, come, you have me . This simple call to action, along with her gorgeous body and quite attractive face, had drawn me across the line. As an experienced prostitute, Sasha must have easily noticed I was not very comfortable, and perhaps she even guessed it was my very first time in a situation like this. She held up her hand, waited for me to put the money in it, and said: you sit, I do . Exactly what one wants to hear on moments like these. Now, nothing is easier than bragging. But since this is not so much a story as it is a documentary of a sort, I will use the truth and only the truth to describe what happened. And the truth is: I had made two rookie mistakes. Mistakes that I have never made since, not even outside of the District. Firstly, I came in red-hot. I had not touched a girl in a few months, and I had not let off steam for days. I knew my weaknesses when I was this agitated, but I wrongly assumed the mere experience of prostitution would put me off so much, I would easily be able to postpone any early arrivals. On top of this, I had shaven my private area for the first time, and I was wildly underestimating the new array of sensations that came with this action. Add the perfect form of Eve’s body, her skilled tongue and her unexpectedly tight hole, and one can hardly blame young me for barely surviving the first oral vacuum she pulled, almost exploding on penetration, and definitely filling up the condom within the first not-so-flattering timeframe. I imagined the sadness in her eyes when she felt it, but since prostitution in Amsterdam is nothing but a business, I think she was actually glad it didn’t take long. As awkward as the whole situation may have been, I had learned many valuable lessons. I knew how the room looked, smelled, felt, I knew about etiquette, about the order of things, about the vibe inside one of those tiny rooms; I learned things about myself and my own body, about how it was to sleep with a girl that I could normally only dream of sleeping with. I didn’t become a man that day, for I already was -- but I did become a better man than I was before. Basically, the Red Light District in Amsterdam consists of three separate parts, attached to each other. First, there is the most touristy part: window after window on either side of a canal, where the most extravagant girls appear behind. This is the showy part of the District, with sex shops, porn cinemas and bars in between the windows. Across the canal, around a famous church, are the slightly less attractive hookers; mostly short, thick women in their forties and fifties, trying to relive the days long gone. Pick the right street, and Valhalla appears: part three of the District, a maze of three or four small streets where the pretties girls are. Here, one will also find buildings that are rebuilt solely to house as many prostitutes as possible, as well as a narrow alley where two people cannot pass each other without touching, with gorgeous girls on either side. It was in this alley that I had my second experience, and I was desperate to make it a better one than the first. I started by picking a girl that didn’t look nearly as comfortable than the previous one. She smiled at me as I passed by her window, surely, but she didn’t wink, knock on the glass, or open the door -- until I had turned my body ninety degrees and stood in front of it, that is. Vika, as she said her name was, also appeared Eastern European, but she was shorter and far less curvy than Eve. I gave her the money and started to undress, as a sign that I knew what I was doing. She waited for me to get fully naked and got on the bed with me, used her lips to roll a condom over my semi-erection, and started to suck. Two things happened here, things that would change the course of action in comparison to my first run. To this day, I still don’t know if Vika was indeed new to the business, or if she just wasn’t very good at it, or perhaps she was having a rough day, or her skillset simply differed from my sensations of pleasure, but the fact of the matter was that the moment her mouth touched me, I knew: this indian is something I can deal with for a lot longer than when Eve did it. Every man in this world will agree that no matter how beautiful, experienced, or horny a girl is, there is no way of knowing how her oral style is going to affect you. As it turned out, Vika’s techniques weren’t necessarily bad, and I’m sure many men would praise her skills in that very department, but there were small details that made me doubt whether she would be able to make me reach an orgasm at all this way, let alone an early one. In fact I was being dragged up on to the shore by a dark figure. "My personal cell number is on the back." She continued to push me to get off her and so I immediately took my cock out of her and quickly got off her. With some difficulty, I eventually found the other path some way south of the car park and leading up from the road. “Tommy, why don’t you take your sister’s cunt for the first time?” Tommy smiled nervously back. She has never kissed me like this in front of anyone, she said we couldn't. I asked. “At last, I heard Mr. Grainger’s belt swing open and before I knew it, he was inching his fat rod up my schoolgirl channel. Oh yeah babe I'm going to cum soon!" “I will not tell you where you are, but I will tell you that you are no longer at my base in Frankfurt. Or maybe I was biased? He pushes in as hard and deep as he can. She strips off her lacy top and he watches as her big teen breasts jiggle out. I have to try not to think about how the doctor, and these two guards, have an obscene view of my genitals. “I think Cory, you, and I should be… The buildings around this one are not as decayed as most of the ruins in the crater, and they form a neat ring facing into a circle. Talk about going in the deep end. I spanked her enormous butt thrice in quick succession and watched it wriggle freely for a couple of second afterwards. “Ohhhh fuck!” I exclaimed, warmth flooding my pussy and ass from the pleasure. Shannon asked if the twins were going to indian make it? “So naughty,” purred Orihime. “Wow… any idea what they want?”