My First Visit to a House of Ill Repute

I was at a trade show in Frankfurt, Germany in 1988. One of the guys in our group was celebrating his birthday and we all got together in Old Town for dinner and drinks. There were six or seven of us in our group and as we sitting around the table finishing our drinks, one of the guys suggested we visit a local brothel. I had never paid for sex before and wasn’t too sure that I wanted to participate. But decided to go along. I guess the guy who suggested it had been to this place before because he drove right to it. It was a fairly imposing, very large house. There was a short flight of stairs up to the entrance. Just inside the door was a counter with an older woman collecting an entry fee of $6. After paying we were led into a locker room that also had showers and even a large Jacuzzi. The drill was the men got completely undressed but were given a towel to wrap around their waist. Also some paper slippers. The key to the locker was on an elastic band that went on your wrist. We then proceeded down a flight of stairs to the basement, which was quite impressive. It had a huge wooden bar with a row of art deco stained glass lamps over it. The overall area was L-shaped and along with the bar there were maybe 20 or so booths. The entire area was very elegant. We made our way to a couple of adjacent booths, all the while admiring the numerous beautiful women mingling with the guys who were there. The women all wore just high heels and thongs. One of the criteria for working there must have been great looking tits because every girl there had ‘em. This was before fake tits became common place and they all looked damn real to me. The procedure was the guys sat at the bar or in booths having a drink and the women would come around and sit next to us. They would then snake their hand beneath our towels and stroke us to hard-ons all the while trying to coax us to go upstairs with them for sex. The guy who had been there before warned us not to go right away but instead enjoy having all these different women playing with our cocks. As soon as one girl would give up on one of us going off with her, another one took her place. By the time one came along that I was really attracted to, about five different girls had stroked my dick. After walking up the flight of stairs to the woman at the counter, I paid her the $40 fee (remember this was 1988). That $40 is about $85 in 2018 dollars, still a bargain. I remember following the girl up the stairs and admiring her near bare ass right in front of my face. I can’t get into what went on once we got to the private room, which was up another flight of stairs. Then when I got back to the booth with the rest of the guys, the women started coming back and stroking my cock again. I put up with it for about an hour after five or six different women stroked me and then I gave in and went up stairs again for a second round and another $40. Took me a bit longer to cum the second time. I was back at that Trade Show a few years later and went back to this place on my own. Management had wised up to the fact that having the women stroke guys was a bad idea because a lot of guys would sit in the booth all night nursing a couple of beers and enjoy having their cocks stroked for a couple of hours by a bunch of different women. I was there to get laid but did sit there for a while enjoying various girl’s company. Although playing with my dick was off limits, I did have one girl sit with me who did stroke my cock because we were out of sight of the two guys working the bar. Now here’s where the story gets interesting. The girl who was masturbating me under the table was literally one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She was petite. Maybe 5 foot 2 inches and had a perfect body to match that beautiful face. She spoke decent English and seemed above average in intelligence. I wondered at the time, and all these years since, what somebody like her was doing working in a damn whorehouse. So once again up the stairs I went with my face almost pressed into her magnificent ass. This particular trip far surpassed my two trips the first time I was at this place. I can’t go into details but it was great. She and I really hit if off and there were no limits on what we did to each other. Unfortunately the next two times I attended that trade show I had a wife with me. So no more trips to the whorehouse. ########