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I walked by, barely made eye contact with the girls behind the glass who were trying to sell themselves. But the greater the fascination became, the more I started to accept the fact that I couldn’t stay a tourist in my own town forever. Yes, let’s make this fully and entirely clear: on more than one occasion have I spent grannies time on the other side of those walls, accompanied by a beautiful girl. And never in my life have I felt shame, or regret, for doing so. It may sound like an excuse, and I will explain in a bit why it isn’t, but the first time I visited a girl, it was for research purposes. I was writing what I thought then would inevitably become my debut novel, a story about a boy from Amsterdam who is destined to be the ruler of the District. More than once, I had to describe what happened between the moment an anxious looking fellow sneaks through one of those doors, and, later, reappears, sometimes fully satisfied, often even more on edge than before. I had no idea what happened, though, and I figured I could ask anybody, but the best source would always be myself. And so, on old a hot summer day, encouraged by a few beers and a hormonal destiny to unload, I accepted a girl’s wink and stepped inside. There are two people in this world: those who have been inside one of those rooms, and those who haven’t. To those that have, I would say: enjoy this feast of recognition. For everybody else, I will try to explain the feeling a nineteen-year-old gets in a situation like this. First, there is this realization that should not be taken lightly: the realization that sex is inevitable. It’s the same feeling one gets when the girl you met at the bar invites you in after you walked her home; when your crush asks whether you brought condoms; when your girlfriend texts you she is home alone. When the girl behind the window winks, and you accept, it is settled. No matter how many times one has slept with another, no matter one’s age or experience, this is always a big moment for a man - or any other human being. The room in which the action is going to take place, is a peculiar environment indeed. It is usually very small: a bed, a desk and a chair are often the only things in it. It smells of flowery substances, but it is a rather strong, penetrating odor. The light is red, or pink, or purple, and sometimes, one can hear the newly created couple matures 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 boobs felt it, but since prostitution in Amsterdam is nothing but a business, I think she was actually glad it didn’t take long. Her chest heaved and she shook her head as her body twitched. Mandy said you can fuck me in the ass also. Each in their own way got good feels of meat-Katie’s pussy and tits, one of them, perhaps seventy years old, even giving her a gentle kiss on the lips as he wished her well for her “big day”, while sticking in and pulling out and licking a wet finger from her cunt. After he made me cum twice, I had him lay on his back and got into a sixty-nine position. I bite the back of my fist as I moan loudly. Saturday saw me up rather early for a weekend, though not nearly as early as on a workday. “And what do you think would make your first time special?” “Ok, tell me, why the get-up, the way you grannies and Ursula dress?” Than Breanna slid under me between my legs, taking my cock her mouth making me hard again. Increasingly I was just becoming a passenger to all their games because Liz was now driving this along as hard as Rob was but with me about to cheat on her with Sam I was losing any moral high ground I might have claimed before. “Dumbkopf, she will have cock rot you fool,” I cautioned. It was not long before Mandy succumbed to the combined attack from womb & anal egg shots and fell to the ground having her internal scream muffled by her large gag. After entering his room I dumped by clothes in a corner and stood old there, wondering what I should do, just as he entered behind me and closed the door. I say to her, "Let's get the girls and go to the plane," kissing her. Ukobach stopped, looking at me, "So you have boy, so you have. “You think tweeting is going to boobs save your ass?” Atterbury bellowed, his face going red. "What do you think?" Lifting him up, he matures planted a kiss onto Joey's come covered mouth and began to lick and suck up the mess they had made as Joey reciprocated, cleaning every inch of each other's bodies where the slightest drop of ejaculate had landed. That night Craig couldn’t believe his luck when Hailey wanted sex and during the week as well and he was almost at the point of checking his calendar to see if it was his birthday as Hailey dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock. While the hand stroking her pussy wasn’t visible the one playing with her left breast most definitely was. To start off with I had visions of burglars coming in and raping me. Fear of the place catching fire. And now she was late.