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 amateur 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 Hardcore knew: this 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. The second interesting thing was Vika’s position. There are a limited amount of ways a girl could place her body in order to make sense during the act of giving head, provided the man is simply lying on his back. She could line up between his legs, or turn herself around completely and give him a nice view on her goods; an acceptable third way would be to kneel next to her subject, and form a perfect three-way crossing of two bodies. Vika went for the latter option, but in quite the sloppy way: she was leaning on her elbow, which she had placed between my thighs; her head was tilted, so much that she fetish had to apply some force to pull my dick in the right angle; and the rest of her body was more or less upside down on the bed, her knees on shoulder height, the upper of her two legs slightly raised. This coincidental alignment of our bodies resulted in my right hand naturally lying right in front of her exposed, perfectly shaven, and seemingly pristine bits, which made it sheer impossible for me not to run my hand past her thigh and whisper: can I touch? Even after my experience with Eve, I was still very much under the impression that prostitution was purely a business of lust, and that any form of affection wasn’t appreciated. It was therefore a tad surprising that Vika raised her head, unhooked herself from me for a moment, and whispered: yes . I had touched multiple girls before, and the act itself was almost starting to feel natural, but the way Vika’s treasure was shaped, was nothing short of perfection. Even in this position, with her legs slightly spread, its contours remained intact: the only thing that proved she did in fact have a gender, was a small, barely visible line in the middle, that disappeared into nothing on both sides. Not a single hair, nor the slightest appearance of deeper structures showed. There was so much room in the Bermuda triangle between it and her thighs that I was convinced a skilled aimer could shoot an arrow through the gap if she was standing up straight. Time passed, and since I had no intention of telling her how to perform better, at least according to my personal taste, my mood oscillated between proper arousal and slight annoyance. Feeling pretty good about myself, I managed to focus most of my attention on my right hand. At first, I convinced myself that the ease with which my fingers slid between her lips was only caused by her natural state of being, but as I kept touching her, I started to realize my actions actually resulted in a reaction -- a reaction that was anything but expected, given the circumstances, and still felt immensely out of place in this very situation. Vika’s wet pussy within reach, her barely succeeding attempts to keep me excited and my growing impatience provoked me into stepping it up. Given Vika’s position, I thought it would be interesting to haul myself over her, off the bed, and see if I could get the angle right. I told the girl not to move, pulled her hips towards me just enough for it to reach the edge of the bed, and aimed my dick towards the right spot. The large mirror on the bedside wall, stretching all the way over the length of the bed, asian showed her entire body getting ready for my arrival, and the muscles in her face tightening when I entered her. This improvised position had a few major benefits: I could touch most of Vika’s body without moving too much, my fingers were in perfect position to rub her lips and clitoris, and the fact that I was staring at myself in the mirror made me feel like I was being watched by a close friend, who was continuously approving of my moves, my handwork, and the pace and force with which I was fucking this girl. This continued for longer that I could have hoped for, and definitely longer than I had expected. In fact, it took me such a long time to get there, that something else happened -- or at least, I think it did. Just after a position change -- I was back on the bed, Vika lying on her back underneath me -- I thought I saw something in her eyes, a shimmer of hope. It was as if she realized something, or had a japanese great idea, or figured out the solution to a problem that had taunted her for ages. “You think I’m falling for that shit again?!” Emily growled, her japanese shoulders hunched, her arms straightening to balled fists beside her, “You are nineteen years old, Danny, and you still act like a fucking-” "Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag Süße" Ihre Augen flackerten zur Uhr und meine folgten. She twerked her ass on my face while licking the tip of my dick with her tongue. “Angela, if you-” He had amateur to see that I always had small tits. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. Her toes wiggled, clenched fetish and stretched as Dawn worked on her. Hardcore “Oh, I remember you getting nervous around girls in middle school, but I always thought it was because you were just a kid,” said Amanda She was going to take it all in throat. My black-haired friend shuddered, her dainty nose twitching. Virgin pussy is so sweet, she tastes just like strawberries.” I heard Billy say and then felt his tongue again. I dropped off Viola and went home. He had several women friends over the years and had been with his last for nearly 15 years until she died in a car accident a year ago. Our people panicked with the realization, but there was nothing that could be done for them. I had asked mainly so that I looked busy, in case anyone tried to talk to asian me. Out of nowhere, I felt something soft brush against my leg. And now here she was, naked and straddled across my lap, daring me to initiate. I slid my panties down my legs, picked them up off the floor and put them with my other clothes. Amanda and Thomas Her cum must have been strong, she wailed and sat upright, her hips moving so fast Tara had to hold her in place. Not being contortionist enough to tie a bow behind my back, I had to do that first.