BurningStarfire I found an old account from the day I lost my virginity to a prostitute FA30plus

BurningStarfire *Today, randomly browsing some old files in my computer, I found an account from the day I had my first sexual contact ever. Spoiler: it was a disaster. I thought I should post it here, as it might be interesting for some folks who are pondering whether they should try to make use of a prostitute’s services. Bits of it are edited to make for better reading.*

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I decided that being a virgin was holding me back, mentally. After all, I didn’t want to finally find myself before a willing naked girl, after all this time, only to promptly realize I don’t even know what to do with her body. If I pay for sex, I thought, I’ll get some sexual experience that will serve me well in the future. I might even find it to not be a big deal. So, to get it out of my system, I contacted a prostitute. We agreed on a price, date and location. Today, after work, I went to the address she gave me. I didn’t think about it while on the job. The prospect didn’t make me nervous.

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I didn’t know if she was an autonomous worker or if she worked on a brothel. I found out, upon arriving, that it was a brothel. Beside the door there was a sign listing their working hours, but I barely paid attention to it. I tried the handle, but the door was locked. As I was reaching for the doorbell, I heard a woman’s voice saying “there’s a client at the door!”.

The door was unlocked and a woman in a short dress greeted me. I came in, and half a dozen women in skimpy clothing said something to the effect of “hi, handsome” towards me. All smiles, they were. The woman who greeted me asked if I had an appointment. I said yes, and gave her the name of the woman I had previously contacted. I was informed that she couldn’t come today. “But, you know”, said one of them, “we’re all free right now”. I said “OK, let me have a look at you”.

I was surprised at my own nonchalance here. They began to introduce themselves, one by one, and I was staring at them like I was at the butcher. You see, in my everyday life I’m respectful to women, and I’d never so obviously eat them up with my eyes like this. But here, my intentions were clear from the moment I stepped into the house, and I didn’t feel the need for formalities. I sized them up for a while, and pointed to a petite brunette in a black dress. “It’s gonna be you”. She said “OK, let’s go upstairs”, and that was it for my reception.

She led me into one of the rooms and closed the door. “There’s a bathroom here if you want to shower”, she said, as she turned on the air conditioning and put on some music. I set my backpack and umbrella on the floor, and set about taking my sneakers off. This wasn’t some seedy, run down place. It was clean and well furnished. I had a good feeling about the events that would transpire shortly. I asked her if “everything was included” on the price; she said she didn’t do anal, but she could go fetch someone who did, if I wanted to. I thought there was no need for that, at first. Funnily enough, it didn’t feel it was appropriate for my first time to be up the arse, for some reason.

Before coming here, I briefly debated myself on whether I should tell her I’m a virgin or not. After reading some threads about this subject on reddit and elsewhere, the most obvious (and correct) answer I found was “she will know”. At any rate, sounds like it’s better to just tell them, as they’ll know what they’re working with and their job will be made easier.

Eventually we sat down at the bed, side by side. I told her then that I was a virgin, didn’t really know what I was doing, asked for some patience, and said I wanted to try many different sexual things with her. She said it was OK, but she had never worked with virgins before – actually, she was working here for only about a week. That didn’t bother me.

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She put her hand in my arm. I rested mine on her thigh. Her dress was very short, so it hiked up when she sat on the bed, and I could see her red panties. We kissed. That was my very first kiss.

I made an offhand comment about how she’d have to teach me how to kiss, as this was my first time. She was a bit surprised. “So you’re a virgin, and never even kissed someone?” she asked, looking like she didn’t quite believe it. I said yes, really, never ever. “How old are you again?” I felt my unexpectedly high confidence deflate a bit.

We kissed some more until I told her to take her clothes off. I got up and started undressing myself, too. I told her to turn the music down a bit, and we climbed into bed. Now with a pair of naked tits right in front of me, I could hardly contain myself. She noticed the massive grin on my face and said “feel free to…”, but I had already taken the liberty. I grabbed them, I sucked them, it was cathartic as fuck. Delightful.

From here, I had to take a moment to decide what I wanted to do next. After the action was stopped for a few moments, she said “you wanted to try everything, right? So, you could eat my pussy”.

It might have been a bad idea to put my tongue there, as she could’ve had an STI or something, but I did it. This was my first opportunity to see, smell and taste a vagina, and I couldn’t pass up on that. Besides, it might have been good practice for my future girlfriends, god willing I climb out of this miserable rut that is life as an FA. She instructed me to do it slow and use my whole tongue at first. So I did. (If you’re wondering, that pussy did have a characteristic smell and taste to it, however very faint. I didn’t find it unpleasant at all.)

When I was done, she told me she wouldn’t have guessed I never ate pussy in my life. Predictable behaviour from her, wanting to make me feel like the king of the hill. I got up and said it was now my time to get oral. I laid in bed and she climbed over me, kissing and making out. My knob was completely asleep until then, so she set upon the task of waking it up. She laid beside me and kissed me as she jerked me off. Having a woman laying beside you, leg hooked to yours, wanking your knob, while you suck her tits and grab her ass… it’s absolutely fantastic. I feel, though, as she can’t give as much pleasure with her hands as I can, myself. Also, my knob is taking it’s time to rise to the occasion.

Then she got down and put her mouth to it. It felt… different? Like, it was pleasurable, but not as much as I thought it would be. It felt almost equally as irritating on my knob’s skin. Then I told her to kneel on the floor and suck me as I stood. It’s a very powerful image, that – that pretty little thing in submission to your commands, kneeling down before your manhood. This feeling of power was stronger, for me, than the physical pleasure of getting the knob sucked. My dick was now almost 100% hard.

I wanted to put a condom on and fuck her. She got a condom halfway through, but it wouldn’t go all the way down. She took it off and complained some about the condom’s quality. She got another one and, again, it gets stuck. She tells me to relax. I notice the condoms won’t stay on because my knob isn’t hard anymore. I realize what is happening. Bloody erectile dysfunction is happening.

For fuck’s sake. Never in my life did I have any problems getting it up. Sometimes it even rises in inconvenient contexts. I can sit in my room and masturbate countless times in succession – but this isn’t my room, it’s a strange place with a strange person, and I got nervous. I got nervous without even noticing I was nervous – I had no qualms about groping her, not a hint of hesitation telling her to get on her knees, everything is going swimmingly – so why the bloody hell can’t I get it up?

She stops trying and comes up to cuddle me. We make out, and she tells me to relax, there’s no need for me to get nervous, that this happens to every man at some point, even experienced ones, that her and her colleagues see it happen frequently. I say something cliché like “that never happened to me before” and lay there in incredulity.

She offers to switch places with another girl. She says she’ll ask around downstairs and get a more experienced, proactive girl to help me. I accept it, as I can’t think of any other course of action. My knob looks like it’s trying to run away into my body. Out she goes, and I find myself alone in the room. Just me and a DVD player with some music on.

In a fleeting moment, I consider that all those women I saw downstairs will now know that 1) I’m a virgin and 2) I’m so useless in bed, I’m gonna need a particularly proficient prostitute. I have to get out through the same hall and door from which I came in. Those women will be there. They will know. I now look at the massive mirror covering the whole wall to my left, and feel ashamed of my overweight, flaccid body. I started going to the gym last month, and I’m making an effort to eat healthily, but I can’t repair years of bad living habits in a month. Good thing I started changing, though – I don’t want to live in this body for long. I even felt out of place when I stared at this mirror before, having a hot girl with a great body on top of me.

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In sashays another girl, a thin blonde in short shorts. She says she has taken virginities before. Would I want to “get to know her”, in her own words? (Odd way to phrase it, as I was already naked in bed, waiting for her.) I say yeah, sure. She says she’ll get her things, shower and be right back.

Some minutes later, this girl gets out of the shower and climbs into bed. She calls me “handsome” and “hot” all the time and, quite honestly, makes me feel like the bee’s knees. She looks and sounds like she’s overwhelmingly excited to be in that room with me. Her eyes are more intense and she talks dirty. It turns me on.

She wanks my knob and says dirty things. I desperately hope my knob starts to look alive, because I’m enjoying the act and I don’t want to leave the brothel without so much as cumming. She goes down to suck on it, and does something, I don’t know what, that makes me jolt and scream with a sharp pain on my bellend. Bad fucking omen, this.

“Did it hurt?” I awkwardly stammer a “yes”. She comments on how sensitive it is, though I feel the opposite – I expected much more from blowjobs, but they feel almost dull. That’s how it went with both girls, so I don’t think it’s bad technique on their part. The problem must be my knob.

Still I try to relax and let her do her job. I close my eyes and feel her sucking me, valiantly attempting to get it hard. My little friend starts saying hello again. I open my eyes and see her looking me in the eye while she does it. She looks like a pornstar, and I’m loving the visual. My knob is getting hard, and we try to put on a condom again. It goes all the way down to the base of the shaft, but begins hiking up almost immediately. I’m a grower, not a shower, so the size difference between flaccid and erect knob is significant. I don’t want to lose time, so I tell her to lay down on her back, and then I climb on top of her.

We try to put it in, but it looks like it’s too late… I grind on her pussy for a while, not really sure if it’s in or not (I asked her at some point and she said “almost”… embarrassing as fuck). She brings her knees up to her chest, and now I’m perfectly positioned to enter her. The moment I’ve been waiting for the last twenty-four years! If only my knob was working properly… I still thrust onto her, and her moans make me feel a bit ridiculous because I’m fairly sure I’m not actually penetrating her. I eventually say “this isn’t working” and climb off her.

I lay beside her again. She smiles and asks me if I’m nervous, as if it was necessary to ask. She kisses me and tells me to relax. She’s very playful about it, trying her best to cheer me up. Again she starts the wank/suck routine to get me up. I feel like an absolute melt at this point.

After I don’t know how many minutes, the knob gives some signs of life again. I tell her to sit on top of me. “Without a condom, love?”, she says with a face that shows she absolutely won’t do that. I assure her I don’t want to put it in her yet. I want her to grind on top of it. Maybe seeing a woman’s body in full display, right in front of me, will get me fired up. She hops on top of my dick and starts to grind. She moans and makes a face like I’m giving her the fuck of her life. Goodness me, this woman really knows how to make me feel sexy. She’s really intense with it, shaking the bed frame back and forth.

After some minutes of this, she tries putting a condom on me again, with her still on top. Knob properly fitted, she immediately puts it into herself and rides me. It must have been inside her for less that a whole minute before it fell soft again and slipped out. But for this minute, she fucked me like a madwoman. She looked like it was now a point of pride for her to make me cum. She rode me very fast and with great intensity, moaning and talking dirty all the while. I grabbed her tits while she worked me and asked me if I was liking it. Oh dear, the feeling of having a woman twerking on your knob, saying she wants you to fill her with cum, while you grab her arse and feel it go up and down…

But again, I grew soft. She wasn’t about to give up, though, giving everything she had to revive me with her hands and mouth while I still laid down. I got up and told her, too, to get on her knees. She smiled and said she liked how kinky I was being. She sucked my knob now like her life depended on it, but still… nothing…

I tried something different: I took matters into my own hands. I jerked it while the girl, still on her knees in front of me, sucked my balls. Soon I started to feel I was gonna cum. Finally! My integrity as a man has suffered enough! I told her to open her mouth, and there she was, moaning, staring at me with those blue eyes, just waiting for me to cum… I told her to swallow it all and… I came! Very little cum came out, but she duly collected it all in her mouth and swallowed it, skillfully sucking the head afterwards.

We stayed in that state for a while, her finishing the job and myself, I presume, dumbstruck with an O face. She saw the physical and mental release in my body language and opened a wide smile. Maybe she was proud to have handled the challenge? She came to her feet and kissed me. I said “it went OK, in the end”, glad I had something, anything, to show for my trip to the brothel.

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She tackled me onto bed while saying “bearhug!”. She gave me a bloody bearhug! I liked the affection, but I couldn’t feel any less manly at that point. Laying in bed, cuddling, she asked me if I had liked it. I said yes, I have. “Are you sad?”, she asked, mimicking a sad face. I told her the truth: it was nice, but not at all what I expected. I came into this place with the plan of fucking a girl in all possible positions, cumming in, out and about her, multiple times. I wasn’t able to do half of it, due to unforeseen technical difficulties. She told me, like the last girl, that this is normal and happens all the time. I suppose it’s true, but this knowledge does little to mend a just-broken ego.

We went to shower afterwards, one at a time, while the other waited inside the bathroom. We made small talk while we cleaned ourselves – what do you do, how old are you, how long have you been working here, things like that. I had no reservations about her watching me wash my tiny, shriveled privates – I could swear my knob was cowering in shame, it never looked so unimposing before – this was small next to the humiliation I went through in the past hour or so.

We went back into the room. She asked me if she could dress back up, to which I said yes. Nothing else was going to happen anyway. I began putting my clothes back on. At some point, she says “you’re a great man”. A very specific praise, adequately crafted to address my obvious insecurity about my sexual abilities. I started laughing – in part because I was glad I got paired up with someone with this kind of emotional sensitivity, who was trying to cheer me up; in part because I wasn’t buying it. Yes, I’d say I’m a great man, because there’s more to being a man than one’s level of sexual prowess – but this is the trait that matters the most after you’ve just tried and failed to fuck a woman for an hour. “Why are you laughing?”, she said. “It’s true! You’re handsome, you know how to treat a woman…”

I got dressed and fetched my things from the corner of the room. She said she enjoyed meeting me, and her smile seemed genuine. She kissed my lips again. We left the room and went to the staircase. She shouted “can I come down?” and must have heard a positive answer. Near the stairs was a booth with a man, which I had completely missed on my way in. “One regular”, she said to the man, meaning I didn’t ask the girls to do something which would incur an extra fee. I paid him in cash. There was a bowl full of mints; she offered me one and I took it. Finally, me and the girl made our way to the door, me avoiding staring at the other women. She opened the door, kissed me goodbye on the cheek, and into the night I went. Thus ended the chain of events last night.

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After I got home, I came three times thinking about what the girls did to me in that house. My knob had no problem at all in getting hard. I can scarcely fucking believe this.

It’s interesting to note that one hour seemed to last forever when I was there, but my recollection of it afterwards doesn’t feel that way. Actually, for what was supposed to be a turning point in my life, the physical act of losing my virginity was a quick and unremarkable event.

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The good parts:

* I conducted myself very well in a strange place and intimidating circumstances. I’m quite pleased about my confidence levels.

* Sexual contact. I have kissed women. I have grabbed and sucked tits! I interacted with vaginas! My knob got sucked! I think, oddly enough, that out of everything, I enjoyed tits the most. Now I won’t be completely in the dark next time I see a naked woman.

The bad parts:

* Knob didn’t work. I always thought NoFap was silly with their promise of giving you superpowers, but I might want to try that. I think I masturbate too much, and my knob got kind of numb from the years of dealing with my right hand.

* I got nervous from being in that unfamiliar situation. I sure hope this goes away with time.

* I had to pay.*Today, randomly browsing some old files in my computer, I found an account from the day I had my first sexual contact ever. Spoiler: it was a disaster. I thought I should post it here, as it might be interesting for some folks who are pondering whether they should try to make use of a prostitute’s services. Bits of it are edited to make for better reading.*

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I decided that being a virgin was holding me back, mentally. After all, I didn’t want to finally find myself before a willing naked girl, after all this time, only to promptly realize I don’t even know what to do with her body. If I pay for sex, I thought, I’ll get some sexual experience that will serve me well in the future. I might even find it to not be a big deal. So, to get it out of my system, I contacted a prostitute. We agreed on a price, date and location. Today, after work, I went to the address she gave me. I didn’t think about it while on the job. The prospect didn’t make me nervous.

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I didn’t know if she was an autonomous worker or if she worked on a brothel. I found out, upon arriving, that it was a brothel. Beside the door there was a sign listing their working hours, but I barely paid attention to it. I tried the handle, but the door was locked. As I was reaching for the doorbell, I heard a woman’s voice saying “there’s a client at the door!”.

The door was unlocked and a woman in a short dress greeted me. I came in, and half a dozen women in skimpy clothing said something to the effect of “hi, handsome” towards me. All smiles, they were. The woman who greeted me asked if I had an appointment. I said yes, and gave her the name of the woman I had previously contacted. I was informed that she couldn’t come today. “But, you know”, said one of them, “we’re all free right now”. I said “OK, let me have a look at you”.

I was surprised at my own nonchalance here. They began to introduce themselves, one by one, and I was staring at them like I was at the butcher. You see, in my everyday life I’m respectful to women, and I’d never so obviously eat them up with my eyes like this. But here, my intentions were clear from the moment I stepped into the house, and I didn’t feel the need for formalities. I sized them up for a while, and pointed to a petite brunette in a black dress. “It’s gonna be you”. She said “OK, let’s go upstairs”, and that was it for my reception.

She led me into one of the rooms and closed the door. “There’s a bathroom here if you want to shower”, she said, as she turned on the air conditioning and put on some music. I set my backpack and umbrella on the floor, and set about taking my sneakers off. This wasn’t some seedy, run down place. It was clean and well furnished. I had a good feeling about the events that would transpire shortly. I asked her if “everything was included” on the price; she said she didn’t do anal, but she could go fetch someone who did, if I wanted to. I thought there was no need for that, at first. Funnily enough, it didn’t feel it was appropriate for my first time to be up the arse, for some reason.

Before coming here, I briefly debated myself on whether I should tell her I’m a virgin or not. After reading some threads about this subject on reddit and elsewhere, the most obvious (and correct) answer I found was “she will know”. At any rate, sounds like it’s better to just tell them, as they’ll know what they’re working with and their job will be made easier.

Eventually we sat down at the bed, side by side. I told her then that I was a virgin, didn’t really know what I was doing, asked for some patience, and said I wanted to try many different sexual things with her. She said it was OK, but she had never worked with virgins before – actually, she was working here for only about a week. That didn’t bother me.

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She put her hand in my arm. I rested mine on her thigh. Her dress was very short, so it hiked up when she sat on the bed, and I could see her red panties. We kissed. That was my very first kiss.

I made an offhand comment about how she’d have to teach me how to kiss, as this was my first time. She was a bit surprised. “So you’re a virgin, and never even kissed someone?” she asked, looking like she didn’t quite believe it. I said yes, really, never ever. “How old are you again?” I felt my unexpectedly high confidence deflate a bit.

We kissed some more until I told her to take her clothes off. I got up and started undressing myself, too. I told her to turn the music down a bit, and we climbed into bed. Now with a pair of naked tits right in front of me, I could hardly contain myself. She noticed the massive grin on my face and said “feel free to…”, but I had already taken the liberty. I grabbed them, I sucked them, it was cathartic as fuck. Delightful.

From here, I had to take a moment to decide what I wanted to do next. After the action was stopped for a few moments, she said “you wanted to try everything, right? So, you could eat my pussy”.

It might have been a bad idea to put my tongue there, as she could’ve had an STI or something, but I did it. This was my first opportunity to see, smell and taste a vagina, and I couldn’t pass up on that. Besides, it might have been good practice for my future girlfriends, god willing I climb out of this miserable rut that is life as an FA. She instructed me to do it slow and use my whole tongue at first. So I did. (If you’re wondering, that pussy did have a characteristic smell and taste to it, however very faint. I didn’t find it unpleasant at all.)

When I was done, she told me she wouldn’t have guessed I never ate pussy in my life. Predictable behaviour from her, wanting to make me feel like the king of the hill. I got up and said it was now my time to get oral. I laid in bed and she climbed over me, kissing and making out. My knob was completely asleep until then, so she set upon the task of waking it up. She laid beside me and kissed me as she jerked me off. Having a woman laying beside you, leg hooked to yours, wanking your knob, while you suck her tits and grab her ass… it’s absolutely fantastic. I feel, though, as she can’t give as much pleasure with her hands as I can, myself. Also, my knob is taking it’s time to rise to the occasion.

Then she got down and put her mouth to it. It felt… different? Like, it was pleasurable, but not as much as I thought it would be. It felt almost equally as irritating on my knob’s skin. Then I told her to kneel on the floor and suck me as I stood. It’s a very powerful image, that – that pretty little thing in submission to your commands, kneeling down before your manhood. This feeling of power was stronger, for me, than the physical pleasure of getting the knob sucked. My dick was now almost 100% hard.

I wanted to put a condom on and fuck her. She got a condom halfway through, but it wouldn’t go all the way down. She took it off and complained some about the condom’s quality. She got another one and, again, it gets stuck. She tells me to relax. I notice the condoms won’t stay on because my knob isn’t hard anymore. I realize what is happening. Bloody erectile dysfunction is happening.

For fuck’s sake. Never in my life did I have any problems getting it up. Sometimes it even rises in inconvenient contexts. I can sit in my room and masturbate countless times in succession – but this isn’t my room, it’s a strange place with a strange person, and I got nervous. I got nervous without even noticing I was nervous – I had no qualms about groping her, not a hint of hesitation telling her to get on her knees, everything is going swimmingly – so why the bloody hell can’t I get it up?

She stops trying and comes up to cuddle me. We make out, and she tells me to relax, there’s no need for me to get nervous, that this happens to every man at some point, even experienced ones, that her and her colleagues see it happen frequently. I say something cliché like “that never happened to me before” and lay there in incredulity.

She offers to switch places with another girl. She says she’ll ask around downstairs and get a more experienced, proactive girl to help me. I accept it, as I can’t think of any other course of action. My knob looks like it’s trying to run away into my body. Out she goes, and I find myself alone in the room. Just me and a DVD player with some music on.

In a fleeting moment, I consider that all those women I saw downstairs will now know that 1) I’m a virgin and 2) I’m so useless in bed, I’m gonna need a particularly proficient prostitute. I have to get out through the same hall and door from which I came in. Those women will be there. They will know. I now look at the massive mirror covering the whole wall to my left, and feel ashamed of my overweight, flaccid body. I started going to the gym last month, and I’m making an effort to eat healthily, but I can’t repair years of bad living habits in a month. Good thing I started changing, though – I don’t want to live in this body for long. I even felt out of place when I stared at this mirror before, having a hot girl with a great body on top of me.

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In sashays another girl, a thin blonde in short shorts. She says she has taken virginities before. Would I want to “get to know her”, in her own words? (Odd way to phrase it, as I was already naked in bed, waiting for her.) I say yeah, sure. She says she’ll get her things, shower and be right back.

Some minutes later, this girl gets out of the shower and climbs into bed. She calls me “handsome” and “hot” all the time and, quite honestly, makes me feel like the bee’s knees. She looks and sounds like she’s overwhelmingly excited to be in that room with me. Her eyes are more intense and she talks dirty. It turns me on.

She wanks my knob and says dirty things. I desperately hope my knob starts to look alive, because I’m enjoying the act and I don’t want to leave the brothel without so much as cumming. She goes down to suck on it, and does something, I don’t know what, that makes me jolt and scream with a sharp pain on my bellend. Bad fucking omen, this.

“Did it hurt?” I awkwardly stammer a “yes”. She comments on how sensitive it is, though I feel the opposite – I expected much more from blowjobs, but they feel almost dull. That’s how it went with both girls, so I don’t think it’s bad technique on their part. The problem must be my knob.

Still I try to relax and let her do her job. I close my eyes and feel her sucking me, valiantly attempting to get it hard. My little friend starts saying hello again. I open my eyes and see her looking me in the eye while she does it. She looks like a pornstar, and I’m loving the visual. My knob is getting hard, and we try to put on a condom again. It goes all the way down to the base of the shaft, but begins hiking up almost immediately. I’m a grower, not a shower, so the size difference between flaccid and erect knob is significant. I don’t want to lose time, so I tell her to lay down on her back, and then I climb on top of her.

We try to put it in, but it looks like it’s too late… I grind on her pussy for a while, not really sure if it’s in or not (I asked her at some point and she said “almost”… embarrassing as fuck). She brings her knees up to her chest, and now I’m perfectly positioned to enter her. The moment I’ve been waiting for the last twenty-four years! If only my knob was working properly… I still thrust onto her, and her moans make me feel a bit ridiculous because I’m fairly sure I’m not actually penetrating her. I eventually say “this isn’t working” and climb off her.

I lay beside her again. She smiles and asks me if I’m nervous, as if it was necessary to ask. She kisses me and tells me to relax. She’s very playful about it, trying her best to cheer me up. Again she starts the wank/suck routine to get me up. I feel like an absolute melt at this point.

After I don’t know how many minutes, the knob gives some signs of life again. I tell her to sit on top of me. “Without a condom, love?”, she says with a face that shows she absolutely won’t do that. I assure her I don’t want to put it in her yet. I want her to grind on top of it. Maybe seeing a woman’s body in full display, right in front of me, will get me fired up. She hops on top of my dick and starts to grind. She moans and makes a face like I’m giving her the fuck of her life. Goodness me, this woman really knows how to make me feel sexy. She’s really intense with it, shaking the bed frame back and forth.

After some minutes of this, she tries putting a condom on me again, with her still on top. Knob properly fitted, she immediately puts it into herself and rides me. It must have been inside her for less that a whole minute before it fell soft again and slipped out. But for this minute, she fucked me like a madwoman. She looked like it was now a point of pride for her to make me cum. She rode me very fast and with great intensity, moaning and talking dirty all the while. I grabbed her tits while she worked me and asked me if I was liking it. Oh dear, the feeling of having a woman twerking on your knob, saying she wants you to fill her with cum, while you grab her arse and feel it go up and down…

But again, I grew soft. She wasn’t about to give up, though, giving everything she had to revive me with her hands and mouth while I still laid down. I got up and told her, too, to get on her knees. She smiled and said she liked how kinky I was being. She sucked my knob now like her life depended on it, but still… nothing…

I tried something different: I took matters into my own hands. I jerked it while the girl, still on her knees in front of me, sucked my balls. Soon I started to feel I was gonna cum. Finally! My integrity as a man has suffered enough! I told her to open her mouth, and there she was, moaning, staring at me with those blue eyes, just waiting for me to cum… I told her to swallow it all and… I came! Very little cum came out, but she duly collected it all in her mouth and swallowed it, skillfully sucking the head afterwards.

We stayed in that state for a while, her finishing the job and myself, I presume, dumbstruck with an O face. She saw the physical and mental release in my body language and opened a wide smile. Maybe she was proud to have handled the challenge? She came to her feet and kissed me. I said “it went OK, in the end”, glad I had something, anything, to show for my trip to the brothel.

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She tackled me onto bed while saying “bearhug!”. She gave me a bloody bearhug! I liked the affection, but I couldn’t feel any less manly at that point. Laying in bed, cuddling, she asked me if I had liked it. I said yes, I have. “Are you sad?”, she asked, mimicking a sad face. I told her the truth: it was nice, but not at all what I expected. I came into this place with the plan of fucking a girl in all possible positions, cumming in, out and about her, multiple times. I wasn’t able to do half of it, due to unforeseen technical difficulties. She told me, like the last girl, that this is normal and happens all the time. I suppose it’s true, but this knowledge does little to mend a just-broken ego.

We went to shower afterwards, one at a time, while the other waited inside the bathroom. We made small talk while we cleaned ourselves – what do you do, how old are you, how long have you been working here, things like that. I had no reservations about her watching me wash my tiny, shriveled privates – I could swear my knob was cowering in shame, it never looked so unimposing before – this was small next to the humiliation I went through in the past hour or so.

We went back into the room. She asked me if she could dress back up, to which I said yes. Nothing else was going to happen anyway. I began putting my clothes back on. At some point, she says “you’re a great man”. A very specific praise, adequately crafted to address my obvious insecurity about my sexual abilities. I started laughing – in part because I was glad I got paired up with someone with this kind of emotional sensitivity, who was trying to cheer me up; in part because I wasn’t buying it. Yes, I’d say I’m a great man, because there’s more to being a man than one’s level of sexual prowess – but this is the trait that matters the most after you’ve just tried and failed to fuck a woman for an hour. “Why are you laughing?”, she said. “It’s true! You’re handsome, you know how to treat a woman…”

I got dressed and fetched my things from the corner of the room. She said she enjoyed meeting me, and her smile seemed genuine. She kissed my lips again. We left the room and went to the staircase. She shouted “can I come down?” and must have heard a positive answer. Near the stairs was a booth with a man, which I had completely missed on my way in. “One regular”, she said to the man, meaning I didn’t ask the girls to do something which would incur an extra fee. I paid him in cash. There was a bowl full of mints; she offered me one and I took it. Finally, me and the girl made our way to the door, me avoiding staring at the other women. She opened the door, kissed me goodbye on the cheek, and into the night I went. Thus ended the chain of events last night.

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After I got home, I came three times thinking about what the girls did to me in that house. My knob had no problem at all in getting hard. I can scarcely fucking believe this.

It’s interesting to note that one hour seemed to last forever when I was there, but my recollection of it afterwards doesn’t feel that way. Actually, for what was supposed to be a turning point in my life, the physical act of losing my virginity was a quick and unremarkable event.

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The good parts:

* I conducted myself very well in a strange place and intimidating circumstances. I’m quite pleased about my confidence levels.

* Sexual contact. I have kissed women. I have grabbed and sucked tits! I interacted with vaginas! My knob got sucked! I think, oddly enough, that out of everything, I enjoyed tits the most. Now I won’t be completely in the dark next time I see a naked woman.

The bad parts:

* Knob didn’t work. I always thought NoFap was silly with their promise of giving you superpowers, but I might want to try that. I think I masturbate too much, and my knob got kind of numb from the years of dealing with my right hand.

* I got nervous from being in that unfamiliar situation. I sure hope this goes away with time.

* I had to pay.