Where it happened: Cat house
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was a wild city where I lived and men and women were getting it on like there was no tomorrow – all except, me that is! I seemed to be a total strike out with the girls that I’d known. It was kind of like, “always a buddy but never a lover,” and I was extremely frustrated as I saw my buddies getting laid frequently.
Forty miles to the north, where I was not known, there was reported to be a whore house and it was there that I decided to get some experience and a boost in my confidence. On one afternoon I arrived at the expected location of the brothel only to find I had poor directions. An hour later, frustrated, scared and shaking, I walked to the door of the big old country house and rang the bell.
As I was preparing to leave after no one had responded to the knock the door suddenly opened and a beautiful woman of perhaps forty stood facing me. “You’re a trifle early,” she said and I started to turn, “. . .come on in anyway! The girls’ll be ready soon.”
I entered the parlour and sat, still uncertain and trembly, as I tasted the acrid dry mouth.
In a minute or two, three young women, dressed in scanty costumes came into the parlour and turned and presented themselves for my inspection. You may chose any one you like, I thought to myself and after some consideration selected the youngest one – a brunette, “would you do it with me?”
Then, as we sat in the parlour alone we talked and agreed on a price. “Have you been here before?” she asked and I responded that I hadn’t been anywhere before. “I’m Poppy,” she said as she took my hand and led me up the stairs.
Five minutes later, she had taken the required money and disappeared out the door for a few moments. On her return, she carefully washed my cock in warm, soapy water before wiping my dry with a clean, white towel which she then spread on the bed cover. “Come,” she said.
We lay on the bed together as she took the lead. “Feel my breasts,” she said and then proceeded to guide and direct my action. . .”Softer! Right there! Yah, You’ve got it.” she said, “Now, put your lips on’m and suck gently.” So it began. I’ll lways be thankful that Poppy took the time to lead me through the steps of a seduction and taught me to caress and fondle and play.
Then, she grabbed my cock and jacked it two or three times and my jizm flew on to the towel in a wild emission over which I had no control. It was too much as my frustration and shame and fear of the uncertain overwhelmed my senses. Tears formed in my eyes and I prepared to leave.
“Not yet you don’t,” Poppy said, “This is your first time and I owe you what you came for. Just lie back.” Of course, I was in my prime and in a mater of a minute or two my cock was erect. “No, put that thing in me.” she said and rolled on to her back over the towel.
It wasn’t a great fuck, albeit, it wasn’t all that bad either as Poppy instructed me on the proper way to impress a woman. She kept the action slow, consatantly cautioning me to keep cool and slow down. . . training that would be of great value as I seduced my first real woman.
Processing your request, Please wait....
