THE FREEBIE
By
K. Rowe
The Freebie
Copyright 2011 by K. Rowe at Smashwords
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in this story are over the age of 18
ISBN: 978-1-4660-1920-1
The Freebie
“…Happy Birthday, dear Mark…Happy Birthday to you!” several voices chimed as they stood around the dining room table in Mark Hall’s house. He was now 18, and he couldn’t wait. Taking in a big breath, he leaned over and blew out the candles. Sure, a birthday party for an eighteen-year-old seemed silly, but that’s how his parents were. They seemed to be lost in a time warp, thinking he was still 6 or 7. It didn’t matter. Next week his life would be totally different.
Mark convinced his rather prudish parents to let him take a trip to Europe. He’d told them he was going with a few others from school—that was a lie. After getting his passport, he checked the internet to see if a beautiful Nirvana truly did exist in Amsterdam. He’d overheard a sailor friend of his father’s talking about the Red Light District; the magical place where women offered themselves for sale in windows. Yup, it was true, and the women were beautiful.
“Are you going to open your presents?” his mother asked.
“Shouldn’t we have cake first?” he replied, taking a knife and cutting. It was chocolate, his favorite. The smell of burnt candles curled past his nose almost making him sneeze.
“I suppose so, sweetheart.”
He looked around the room, seeing many aunts, uncles and cousins all staring back at him. Mark wondered if they knew he was still a virgin. For the last four years, he’d worked a part time job and saved every penny so he could make his trip. He wanted to lose his virginity to a complete stranger, and someone who knew exactly what she was doing. Besides, the girls at school didn’t exactly find him drop dead gorgeous. He couldn’t figure out why, but he thought perhaps his parents’ overbearing religious beliefs might have scared them off.
“So, Mark,” one of his uncles said, “I hear you’re gonna make a trip to Europe?”
“Yeah, me and some friends. Gonna go for a couple of weeks,” Mark replied, serving up cake.
“What countries are you planning on seeing?”
“Oh, probably Germany, France, the Netherlands, Belgium, and maybe Spain if we have the time.”
“That sounds lovely,” his Aunt Bett added. “Did you know there is a nineteen mile long dike in Holland?”
Mark tried to stifle a laugh. He knew what she was referring to, but just the way she said it was funny. “Yes, Aunt Bett, it holds the sea from Lake Ijsselmeer.” He’d actually done some reading on the Netherlands that wasn’t sex related.
“Make sure you take lots of pictures, we want to see what you were doing,” she added, taking a piece of cake that had been handed down the table.
“Umm, yeah, sure. I will.” He wondered how he’d pull that ruse off. Mark figured he’d probably have to snap some pictures of local landmarks to appease the nosy family.
“If you go to Amsterdam, stay out of the Red Light District,” Aunt Sally warned, “It’s full of prostitutes.”
He swallowed hard. “Oh, right, Red Light District; I’ll be sure to watch for that.” Deep inside, he could wait to discover De Wallen. The few pictures he’d seen on the internet had him excited beyond belief. Besides the beautiful women in the windows, there were burlesque shows, sex shops, restaurants, and loads of other things to do. But his young, untested cock yearned for the mysterious women behind the glass. It was now an obsession.
Late that night, when Mark was sure his parents were asleep; he grabbed his laptop off the nightstand and turned it on. Putting on some headphones, he typed in his favorite porn web address. Being a bit of a computer geek, he’d easily bypassed the “parental controls” they’d installed to keep him off such sites. Nothing was going to keep him from his beautiful “Maya Slickcunt” videos.
He searched around and found one he liked. It didn’t take but a moment of seeing her sexy body and his cock jumped to life under the covers. Mark threw them off. In the dim light he saw his virgin cock. It was big—a solid eight inches plus, and fairly thick around. And he had a good sized set of balls to go with it. One night he’d watched some “teen” porn and compared his cock to the guys who were on the screen. His was bigger, it was a man’s cock. Mark was rather pleased about that.
Turning up the volume just a little, he watched and listened as Maya was getting fucked by a guy with a huge dick. She was just a petite thing: blonde, perfectly shaped breasts—that weren’t too big for her, and an ass that Mark wished he could rub his cock all over. He’d dreamed so much of fucking Maya, and she was out of his reach. Slowly he started to stroke. Maya was on her hands and knees, the guy on her doggie-style. That really turned Mark on. That position brought out very primal urges in him. Something about the man’s domination of the situation, or the fact that it was a position most animals fucked in. At any rate, he liked it. He wanted to fuck that way.
Mark stroked harder. Maya was making loads of moans and groans. He moaned too, very softly. His parents were downstairs in their bedroom, but he didn’t want to risk anything. His cock was so hard it felt like it wanted to burst. Dribbles of is pre-cum ran down his hand making him very slick. The guy on the screen threw back his head, pulled out, and shot cum all over Maya’s back. That was all it took for Mark. He gave his cock a good pull, thrust into his hand, and jacked a huge wad of cum into the air. It landed all over his chest, a few drops even made it to his chin. He’d seen guys with forceful ejaculations, and his was right up there with them.
“Oh, fuck, that was great, Maya,” he whispered, grabbing a tissue and wiping up. Mark continued to watch Maya little while longer. His thoughts brought him to his impending trip to Holland. Could he find someone as beautiful as Maya? Oh, he hoped so. And he wanted nothing more than to do it doggie-style. Yes, that would be the icing on his cake.
A week later, Mark stepped off the plane. His nerves tingled, he was in Holland! After clearing customs, he caught a cab and was taken to his hotel. The Dutch were amazing people, most spoke several different languages. And since the Red Light District was such a magnet for tourists—particularly American tourists, nearly all the local folk spoke very good English.
His hotel was just on the outskirts of De Wallen; easily within walking distance. As he checked in, the owner looked him over. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late sixties. “Are you old enough to be here?” he asked, noticing Mark’s rather young appearance.
“Yes, sir, I’m eighteen.” He dug out his passport and handed it over.
“You come for the Red Light ladies?”
“Uh…”
The owner laughed. “It’s okay, all is legal here. Welcome to De Wallen, I’m sure you’ll find what you’re looking for.” He finished the paperwork and handed Mark a key. “Your room is on de third floor, five doors down, on the left.”
Mark took the key and picked up his suitcase. “Thank you.”
“Be sure to catch the show at The Moulin Rouge—very good!”
“Oh, yes, thank you.” He went to the elevator and pressed the button. A small door opened, and Mark peered into the tiny elevator car. The hotel was obviously in an old building, and everything had an aged appearance about it. He got in, and the elevator made no attempt to hurry to his floor. When the doors finally opened, he felt like he was standing in the set of some old-style European movie. The hall was narrow, decorated in over-sized flowery wall paper, and rows of dark red doors stood at evenly spaced intervals. He grabbed his suitcase and trudged down, counting doors as he went. At the fifth door, he stopped and checked the key to the number on the door. “Yup this is it,” he said, sliding the key in the lock and twisting. The door popped open and Mark ventured inside.
The room was not well lit, smelled of cigarette smoke, and had a lumpy looking double bed. There was a TV perched on a chest of drawers, and a small bathroom. Mark figured he wasn’t going to be spending much time in his room, so he’d elected to get a cheap one so he could save his money for entertainment.
Plopping his suitcase on the bed, he quickly unpacked his things. It was still early in the day, but he could hear the hustle and bustle of tourists on the street below. He paused for a moment and went to the window, watching the action below. This is still too good to be true, he thought.
He returned to finish unpacking. As Mark pulled out his toiletries bag, a large handful of condoms fell out. His cock immediately stirred in his jeans. He went to the bathroom and put everything away. Still, his cock nagged, getting harder. It knew where it was, and it wanted some attention. “Oh, why now?” he grumbled, feeling the discomfort growing.
Returning to the bed, Mark slid the suitcase under it, and sat down. He grabbed the TV remote and turned it on. Flipping through the channels, he found an extremely explicit sex show. “Holy shit!” he gasped. There were naked women, men fucking them, and all seemed like it was no big deal. Mark’s cock forced hard at the zipper. It wanted out.
He got up, pulled the drapes, and made sure they were closed. Lying down, he unzipped his jeans and worked his cock out. It was hot and seriously hard with all the visual stimulation his brain was getting. “Fuck, this is like Playboy TV!” He watched intently, gently stroking his cock. A guy on TV was going down on a chick, eating her out. Then he stood, and rammed his cock home in her pussy while another guy watched, and the woman gave him a blow job. Threesome, Mark dreamed; oh, look how he’s fucking her like crazy! His hand worked harder, his cock reveling with the attention. He wanted to fuck a woman, to feel what cumming inside of her would be like.
Mark felt his muscles tighten. He stroked more, his eyes glued to the TV. The guy getting the blow job was literally fucking the woman in the mouth; his cock sinking deep into her throat. How on earth can she not gag? Mark thought, still enthralled. He’d watched porn before, but this seemed to be on an entirely different level than American porn. Or maybe it was because he was now in a hotel room in Amsterdam; perhaps that made a difference.
He stroked harder, his breath coming short. Mark groaned lowly, feeling the fabulous sensation of his climax building. Masturbation had always been something he enjoyed, but he kept it well hidden from his mother and father. They were heavily religious in their beliefs, and jerking off was considered quite taboo. Although, there were a few times he thought he heard his father getting off while his mother made dinner in the kitchen.
The guy on the TV moaned loudly, pulled out, and shot cum all over the woman’s chest. Not a moment later, the one getting the blow job came in her mouth, his cum spurting and dripping down her lips and chin. Then it was Mark’s turn. He threw back his head, squeezed his cock with determination, and shot a big wad right onto his shirt. “Oh, that felt so good,” he said softly. Wiggling out of his t-shirt, he used it to clean himself off.
Picking up the remote, he flipped through a few more channels. Yes, sex was anything but taboo here, and he liked it. Mark wondered what it would take to become a citizen of the Netherlands. Sex, sex, sex! Another channel had two gay guys humping; another, a guy and a girl really going at it—and she was screaming with delight as he pounded his cock deep into her. This was Nirvana, no question about it. His father’s salty sailor friend was right. If you want sex, this is the place.
Mark got up and went to the bathroom. He washed and decided to shave. As he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t figure out why the girls at school didn’t like him. Yeah, he had a zit here and there, but nothing like some of the other guys. He wasn’t a jock, admittedly more of a geek. Maybe that was it. But he didn’t think he was chopped liver. As he slid the guard off a razor, he could hear the TV. Moans and groans seemed to echo through his room, arousing him once again. “Fuck, I just got here and now I gotta jerk off again?” He felt his cock coming back to life.
He ignored it for the moment, instead, concentrating on shaving without cutting his face to shreds. As the shaving cream slid off the razor and dropped into the sink, Mark stared at it. No, it wasn’t a blob of cum, but it made him hornier. The woman on TV was really getting into her sex; she made loud moans and coos as the guy fucked the daylights out of her. Mark poked his head out and watched. He glanced down, seeing his cock pointed straight at the TV, almost as if it was watching. A dribble of pre-cum hung at the tip. “Argh!” he grumbled and went back to shaving, trying to ignore his throbbing cock.
The guy on the TV was moaning and groaning. He was speaking Dutch, but it didn’t matter. The language of sex tended to be moans, groans, and cries of pleasure. Mark groaned as he finished wiping the last of the shaving cream from behind his ears. His cock was still rock hard, and he figured he’d need to jerk off again before going out.
Back to the bed he went and lay down. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it behind his head so he could sit up and watch. A naughty thought went through his mind. When he was younger, he’d get an extra pillow, fold it over, and hold it down while he shoved his cock in the crease and humped it. It was nowhere like a woman, but it felt damned good. Mark looked around and decided not to do that. Grasping his cock, he began to stroke.
Now the woman on TV was bent over the bathtub and the guy was fucking her from behind. She seemed to like it; he could see her pussy glistening with juices. He pulled long and hard on his cock, getting some of his own juice on his hand. It was slimy and warm. Mark rubbed his fingers together and then worked them up and down his cock. Yes, slippery when wet; and he was wet and wanted to play. Would he find a beautiful “Maya” in this sea of flesh? He pulled again, getting more pre-cum. The woman on TV was crying out, her body shook as she orgasmed and loads of her cum trickled down her legs.
Mark sniffed the air, wishing he could get the true smell of sex. Instead, all he got was stale cigarette odor. He wondered what a woman smelled like, and what real sex smelled like. His cock throbbed as he stroked faster, the wonderful sensation of another orgasm was upon him. Tension built, he tipped his pelvis and pulled more. Faster and faster, the climax was mere moments away.
One more good stroke and he cried out; his cum spurting onto his bare chest. Mark took a few slow, deep breaths. He figured if he didn’t stop jerking off, his cock would be sore and he wouldn’t enjoy his time with a prostitute. A diversion was badly needed. He turned off the TV and wiped up with his t-shirt again. One more trip to the bathroom to wash, and he got another shirt.
He looked at his watch and saw it was getting close to lunch. Those overnight flights were quite strange, and despite sleeping, he still felt jetlagged. But his stomach was awake and it wanted food. Mark opened the drapes and looked out. The mid-July sun was high in the sky and he could see tourists walking around in shorts and t-shirts. Across a canal he could see several small shops, one looked like a restaurant. He watched people on bicycles dodging pedestrians as they rode around the canals. This was a happening place.
With room key and cash in his pocket, Mark headed out. He found a bridge in which to cross the canal. As he walked down the row of shops he stopped. A small crowd was gathered around a window, all discussing the wares that hung in within view. He finally got a look and almost laughed. Stretched across the window were three lines of string. Affixed to those lines were a wild variety of condoms, some filled with colorful liquids; a small yellow sign hung between the strings stating that it was a “Condomerie.”
Mark nudged his way closer. He couldn’t believe condoms were on sale like this. There was one he guessed as a French tickler; another, looked like it had rabbit ears; yet another had a funny little alien face painted on the end. It was the most hysterical collection of condoms he’d ever seen. Sixty or so of the latex prophylactics dangled in view of the entire world. Yes, Nirvana!
As he turned to head for the restaurant, he caught a glimpse of one. She stood in a window, dressed in a black bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings. Her body was tanned, and she had a strangely sorrowful look on her face. Mark wondered if she did this by desire, or just for the money. At any rate, she wasn’t his type. She was brunette, and he’d pictured himself fucking a beautiful blonde—one that hopefully looked like Maya.
Reaching the restaurant, he went in and looked at the menu. Most of the places were fast food. Finding something that sounded good, he patiently waited in line to order. Behind, the door opened and three young women came in. They were laughing and carrying on. Mark guessed they were about his age. One was quite pretty. His cock stirred. “Not now,” he whispered, trying to avert his gaze.
He placed his order for a big, juicy hamburger, and went over to a corner to wait. It appeared that all around him were beautiful women. The Red Light District seemed to attract them. Mark wondered if any of these women were prostitutes. The guy behind the counter announced his order was ready, so Mark picked it up and decided to eat as he walked the streets.
Once outside, he took a deep breath. The air was warm and sticky. Smells from all the local restaurants wafted through the air. He walked along, looking at the seemingly endless canals with boats docked here and there. Then he passed sex shops, novelty shops, peep shows, and shops that freely sold marijuana. This was too cool. There was even a museum of sex. He figured he’d go there after lunch. Although, with all that stimulus, he was pretty sure he’d pop a boner. Oh, well, he thought, I bet they get that all the time here.
Mark stopped at a canal and watched some beautiful white swans swimming in the rather grimy water. They looked peaceful, almost oblivious to the hustle going on above them. Someone started throwing bread in the water, and quickly the swans made a beeline. He watched their peacefulness turn into something that looked like a football pile up as they fought for scraps.
Finishing his lunch, he threw the paper in the trash, and wandered back to the sex museum. Taking out his wallet, he produced the correct amount of Euros, his ID, and paid the admission. He grabbed the door handle and opened it. Mark couldn’t believe what he was doing. Inside, he was astounded by what he saw. Sex symbols and people having sex were everywhere—well, at least images of sex. His cock sprung to life and he did his best to ignore it.
He wandered through the museum, finally stopping at a six foot tall erect penis with balls that sat on the floor. Mark studied it, trying not to look obvious. It had a huge shiny head, veins, and balls that were bigger than basketballs. He almost wanted to touch it, but decided that might be too strange. His cock was still hard; nothing was going to make it go away. Despite its current disobedience, he liked his cock.
It was close to dinner when he returned to his hotel. As he walked into the lobby, he saw the owner. “Ah, hello. Have you had an exciting day?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah, it’s pretty cool here,” Mark replied.
“Did you find a lady?”
“Not yet. I’m taking my time.”
“There are plenty to choose from.”
Mark pushed the button for the elevator. “You say The Moulin Rouge is a good show?”
“Oh, yes, very.”
“Okay, I’ll probably check that out later.” He went up to his room and closed the door. Resting his back against it, he let out a long breath. “Oh, fuck, this place is great!” Mark figured he spent the better part of the day with a raging hard-on and no one gave the slightest notice. And, yup, it was back again. “Come on,” he said, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock. “Ah, better.” Sitting on the bed, Mark wondered if he dared turn on the TV. No, not a good idea. He was tired, so he decided to take a nap.
He curled up on the bed and tried to sleep. Images of everything he’d seen throughout the day swam in his head. Finally, he dozed off, and awoke several hours later to quite a bit of noise on the street below. It was dark, and Mark could see the faint glow of red lights. He got up and went to the window, not thinking that his fly was still open, his cock dangling out. Pulling back the drapes, he saw a myriad of lights sparkling all down the street. Nighttime was the time for De Wallen; it was when all the women came to their windows to start work.
Mark yawned, stretched, and went into the bathroom. It was then he realized he was hanging out. He chuckled and relieved himself. Returning to the bedroom, he grabbed the room key and headed out. His stomach grumbled again, and he hoped The Moulin Rouge had food with their show. As he passed the check in desk, the owner waved. “Off to the show?”
“Yup,” he said smugly.
“Have fun. Beautiful women there.”
Stepping onto the sidewalk, Mark felt strangely comfortable. He liked the owner; the old guy was pretty hip in his acceptance of sex. Mark wondered if kids brought up here had entirely different views of sex. He was certain his parents were staunchly opposed to any kind of sex besides in a marriage, and only for procreation. Those beliefs had been rammed down his throat as a kid, and after a while, he resented it. He was, however, pretty sure his parents broke that “procreation only” rule, because they were still married after twenty years, and his mother had an emergency hysterectomy when he was born. So if they weren’t fucking for pure pleasure, they were hiding their misery well. In a way, Mark was happy he was an only child. No brothers or sisters to barge in on him when he was busy. At best, it gave him some morals for a while. Now he was running rogue and loving it. His age of sexual repression was over.
The Moulin Rouge wasn’t far, and Mark stood outside for a few moments looking at the façade. Just about everything in De Wallen was trimmed in some form of red or pink neon. This place was no exception. Three large neon signs, each with a naked woman announced: Erotic Nightclub, Live Sex, and Moulin Rouge.
He walked up the stairs and looked at the prices. Yeah, the hotel owner said it was fun, but did he want to pay 24€ to go to a show? That was a fair amount of money, and he also didn’t even drink. Mark changed his mind and went down the street. He picked up something to eat at another fast food place. As he meandered along, he saw more windows, red neon lights above them, and women either sitting or standing. They were all dressed very provocatively. He walked slowly, hoping to find one that excited him. Some of the women were drop dead gorgeous, others, didn’t even get a stirring from his trusty cock. None as of yet looked like his precious Maya.
Mark reached the end of an alley. It was quite narrow, but had more windows and lights. He perused the wares on sale. At the end, just as he was getting ready to turn the corner, he saw a woman appear in a window. He paused, his cock nearly leaping from his jeans. Yes, she was the one.
Her hair was blonde and fell in crinkly curls almost to her shoulders. She wore a deep purple bustier, panties, and black fishnet stockings with garters. It was a little too dark to tell what color her eyes were, but Mark didn’t care. She had the body of a goddess—legs a mile long, and he wanted her. Suddenly, a jolt of terror shot through him. Here was the likeness of the woman he’d only dreamed (and masturbated) about sitting behind one pane of glass. She almost didn’t look real.
The woman must have taken notice of Mark; she smiled, winked, and waved. Now the panic really set in. He felt a definite stickiness in his underwear, his cock was rock hard, and he feared he’d cum right then and there. No, he wasn’t ready for this, Mark thought, hurrying off. This was a real woman, and he’d chickened out. Maybe tomorrow, he thought.
Going around the corner, he found a dark, narrow alley. It looked empty. His cock nagged forcefully, and it was a long walk back to the hotel. Mark needed relief now. He cautiously wandered down the alley, finding a large trash dumpster behind a restaurant. It smelled foul in the warm summer air, but it would give a little privacy.
Quickly, he unzipped his jeans, got his cock, and hastily jerked off. He was so worked up; it only took a few seconds before he shot a wad of cum onto the old bricks of the building. Mark looked around, hoping no one had seen him. Getting off three times in a day was hardly his record, but the night was still young.
Sliding his cock back into his sticky underwear, he zipped up, and strolled down the alley like nothing happened. He changed direction and headed back to where all the clubs were. One caught his attention: Peep Show—Live Couples. It was a mere 2€ to watch people have sex. Mark figured that was a pretty good deal, and maybe he’d learn something.
He forked out the money, flashed his ID, and went in. The floors were sticky, and he knew why. Mark was almost afraid to take a seat. Finally finding an area that wasn’t so gross, he sat down and waited for the show to start. Soon, there was a man and woman kissing passionately, feeling each other up, masturbating, and then preceded to have sex—right there, right in front of everyone. He couldn’t believe it. Once again, the mighty cock sprang to life. Mark didn’t feel like whipping it out and jerking off, but he was getting one hell of an education.
The couple changed positions several times. In one of the positions, Mark wondered how they could do it; it just didn’t look physically possible. Once they finished, another couple took the stage. They were outfitted in black leather, and the woman carried a whip. The man got down on his hands and knees while she gave him several smacks on the ass. Mark had never witnessed any of what was considered the taboo sex. It fascinated him. He watched as the woman roughly bossed the man around, having him pull on her nipples, and finger her roughly in the pussy. Then she made him lie down, and straddled his erect cock, fucking him with wild abandon while she smacked him with the whip.
Mark couldn’t tell if the man was enjoying it or not; he wore a black leather mask over his face, and all you could see were his eyes and nose. He figured the guy was, Mark could hear him moaning and groaning as the woman rode his cock. As that act ended, another began. This time, it was a woman getting fucked in the ass. Mark watched with fascination, and a little bit of repulsion. He was so turned on; his underwear was a seriously gooey mess.
Deciding he’d had enough for the night, he returned to his hotel, undressed and got a shower. The interminable hard-on persisted, and he had to jerk off again in the shower. After, he brushed his teeth and crawled into bed. The TV stayed off, and Mark fought everything in his mind to try and get some sleep. De Wallen was almost too much for him; but he was loving every minute of his new found sexual freedom.
Later the next evening, Mark wandered the streets. He’d eaten dinner, watched another peep show, and decided he needed to man-up and do the deed. The alley was busy, crowded with men on a warm Saturday night. It was everything Mark could do to get through to the end. He debated on just going around the block, but he wanted to make sure no other ladies on the alley were better than the one he’d found.
Elbowing his way through the throng, he saw police urging the onlookers to either make negotiations, or move along. Yes, the women were beautiful, but they weren’t on display as a free peep show. Mark tried to see through the crowd as he shuffled along. There were eight windows on the alley, and so far, none excited him as much as the woman on the end.
Mark finally reached the end. To his dismay, she wasn’t in her window. He figured she probably had some business. Checking his watch, he decided to come back in ten minutes, hoping that she’d be available. The police were getting persistent with the crowd, and Mark didn’t want to be a part of some roundup in the district. He darted around the corner and made his way back to the clubs.
He probably looked at his watch every two minutes; time ticked by ever so slowly. The whole day he’d been psyching himself up for this; he was ready to bust his cherry. Mark jerked off three times that day, got a nice long shower, and decided he would do it tonight. No excuses, no chickening out like he’d done the previous night. He would patiently wait for her—and only her.
A little more than ten minutes passed and Mark went back. The police were still there, the crowd, pretty rowdy in the middle of the alley. Alcohol was probably the driving force, and several men were shouting and making rude gestures to the officers. Mark decided to go around the block. As he made the corner, there she was. His heart skipped a beat, his cock jumped to life. Yes, she was beautiful. Tonight, she wore white: white silk stockings, garters, and a bustier with just a little bit of lace. Her breasts weren’t very big, but Mark didn’t care. He looked at those mile long legs and his breath seemed to leave his body. No chickening out tonight.
The woman saw him and smiled. Mark froze. He wasn’t sure what to do. His jeans pockets were crammed with Euros and condoms, everything he thought he needed for tonight. His brain, however, didn’t seem quite up for the task that the cock was begging for. He stood facing her, his mouth hanging open.
“Hey, move along or make negotiations!” a policeman hollered.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” Mark said. He took in a deep breath and approached the window.
The woman walked over to a small side window and opened it. “You want some action?” she asked in a deep, sultry tone.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice cracking like teen going through puberty again.
“How long do you want?”
“Umm, err, uh, umm.” All he could do was stutter.
“How about you come inside and we can talk. The crowd is very noisy tonight.” She went around and opened the door. Mark stepped in. He smelled a lovely scent, not sure of what it was. It smelled pretty, flowery, and very womanish. She closed the door. “You look nervous,” she said, leaning against the door.
“Uh…”
She smiled broadly. “You are young. Are you eighteen?”
“Yes, just last week.” Mark could barely talk. Here was the most beautiful woman in his eyes, and he was moments away from fucking her, and he was terrified.
“Okay. I’m Martinique.”
“Oh, uh, my name is Mark.”
She giggled. “That’s almost a coincidence.”
He managed a smile. “Yeah.”
“Well, Mark, how long would you like?”
“Um, how long do you offer?”
Martinique ran her hand down his shirt. “Normally we charge by the half hour.”
His cock nagged forcefully at the zipper. “How much is that?” He waved his hand. “No, don’t worry about it, I have plenty of Euros, and I want a good time.”
“Okay, come upstairs with me.” She took his hand and led him up to a small room. “So what would you like to do?”
“Umm, I dunno.” That was a lie. He knew what he wanted to do, but he was fighting the inner chicken again.
“You dunno?” She closed the door and turned to him. “You dunno?”
“No,” he replied sheepishly. He wanted desperately to tell her he wanted to fuck her from behind, but the words refused to come out.
“Sit,” she said, giving him a little nudge to the bed. He sat down, his body stiff with tension. “Are you a virgin, Mark?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“You want your first time with a prostitute? Why?”
He sighed. “My parents are really religions, and they’ve badgered me all my life about waiting til I got married to have sex, not having sex with girls at school, not masturbating, not watching porn, and not even watching racy movies on TV.”
“Oh, so you are here to break all those rules, eh?”
“Yes!” he said forcefully, feeling a bit more liberated.
Martinique laughed. “And what have you done so far?” She sat down next to him.
“I’ve been to peep shows, watched X-rated stuff on TV, masturbated a lot, and even went to the sex museum.”
“Good for you. Now you want to lose your virginity?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, I can help with that.” She stood and tugged at his shirt. “But to do this, it works best to be naked.”
“Um, right.” Mark started undressing. He watched Martinique as she slowly slid off her bustier and garter belt. Next went the stockings, and finally the tiny panties. She stood in front of him a picture of beauty. His hands started to tremble as he fumbled for the top button on his jeans.
“You are nervous.” She began to help him.
“Very.”
“It’s okay, we’ll do this slowly.”
“I don’t think there’s a slowly, I feel like I’m gonna cum in my pants.”
She laughed and worked to free his cock from the constrains of his underwear. He wiggled his jeans down to his knees. “How about I take care of that first anxiety cum?” Kneeling, she grasped his cock and began to suck.
“That won’t take long,” Mark said with a grunt.
Martinique worked her hand and mouth up and down his length, and sucked on his ample head. “You got a great cock for someone so young.” She licked the bit of salty juice coming from the tip. “And all this time you’ve been a virgin?” Then she licked and nibbled his balls.
“I guess maybe I was trying to be good, but my parents pushed me too hard and I think I cracked. So I decided I wanted to do it here, the Nirvana of sex.” He gasped as she took him nearly all the way in. “Here where I can do what I want.”
Martinique moved her head up and down with purpose. It wasn’t long before Mark felt climax coming on. He grunted a couple of times and knotted his hands in the bed sheets as he came in her mouth. It was nothing like he’d ever felt before. Oh, if this is what sex is really like, I’m sad I didn’t do this long ago, Mark thought as he looked down at her. She had a dribble of cum on her chin, and wiped it away with the back of her hand. “Ah, is that better?” she asked.
“Oh, fuck!”
She fondled his hefty balls and caressed the inside of his legs. “And that was just a blow job. The real sex is much better.”
Mark collapsed back on the bed. “Oh, God, I don’t know if I can handle anything better!”
“Sure you can.” She climbed up next to him, letting her hands caress his soft, bare chest. Then she ran her fingers though his jet black hair. “We’ll just take our time and you can enjoy it.” She leaned over and let her hair trail down his face and over his chest. Mark moaned. He wanted so badly to have her suck his cock again, but the promise of real sex now had him very horny.
Martinique saw his quick return to full arousal. “Ah, it’s nice to be young, eh?”
“What do you mean?”
She reached down and gave his cock several good strokes. “Back up so soon!”
He laughed lightly. “Sometimes when my parents go out, I’ll get on the internet and look at porn. I can jerk off eight or ten times in a couple of hours.”
“My, my, you are a horny young man.”
“I seem to be.” He took his hand and gently touched one of her breasts. Mark was almost afraid that she’d say something. Instead, she covered his hand with hers and helped him.
“Too many men are rough with the breast. Women don’t like that, be gentle.” She watched as he carefully explored each breast, tickling his finger over her nipples. “Good, that’s nice.” Next, she took his hand and slid it between her legs. “And of course, this spot we like very much too.” Martinique spread her legs enough so he could play with her clit. “Come.” She motioned for him to get closer. “Take your finger and stroke.”
Mark put his finger on her clit and gently moved it. “Like that?”
She smiled. “Almost. Let me show you.” Licking her finger, she stroked her clit, finding great pleasure. She moaned and spread her legs even wider. Her finger moved faster. “The clit is the key to a woman’s orgasm.” She stopped and took his hand. “You try.”
“Umm.” He tried to imitate her movements. Martinique moaned and moved her hips, trying to help him out. “How am I doing?” he asked.
“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned, orgasm was nearing. “Oh, yes, right!” Her pelvis tipped, putting Mark’s finger in just the right spot. Muscles tightened, and she cried out as she climaxed. And she wasn’t just faking it for his benefit; it was a real, first-rate orgasm. Martinique gasped for air, she felt dizzy. Her pussy muscles were fluttering in delicious spasm.
“Did I do that right?”
“Oh, you certainly did.” She moved his hand down to her pussy; Mark felt how hot and wet she was. “Go on, you can put a couple fingers in if you want…Or, you can eat me out.”
“Can I do both?”
She laughed. “Well, you can if you’re good.” Martinique moved back a little more on the bed, giving Mark room to lie between her legs. He crawled over and rested on his elbows. His cock was so hard it was getting miserable. It wanted to fuck, or be relieved in some way. Leaning down, he got close to her little mound of soft curls; his face a mere inch from her pussy. Now he could really smell her, really smell what sex was all about. And she smelled fantastic. Taking two fingers, he gently parted her folds and worked them inside. Never before had he felt the innermost private part of a woman, the place that holds the key to life on the planet. It felt strange, stretchy, and very hot.
Then he leaned just a little, sticking out his tongue so he could tickle her clit. Martinique watched with amusement as he explored. “Suck it, I like that.”
He closed his mouth around her clit and sucked, tasting her juices. It wasn’t easy, but he soon discovered that he could suck and flick his tongue, and Martinique liked that. She writhed as he sucked away, his fingers still inside and they were fucking her, just as his cock was demanding to do. Faster he went, and she responded with more moans and groans. She played with her breasts and gasped as his fingers plunged deep into her. Finally she cried out, her body shuddering as she came. Mark slid his fingers out and licked her pussy, tasting her cum. It was delicious in a primal way. He wanted more.
“Oh, Mark, that was wonderful. For a young man with no experience, you have a great tongue to go with that cock of yours.”
“Uh, thanks. I guess it was all the years of watching pornos. And when I got here, I saw them doing it at the peep shows.” He sat up, his cock harder than it had ever been.
“I think I saw you last night, why did you not come?”
“I chickened out…But I was so horny, I went down an alley and jerked off behind a dumpster.”
Martinique laughed. “Well, you seem like you’re ready for the real sex part.” She gave his cock a few strokes.
“Ah, right.” He got off the bed and dug a condom out of his jeans. “And I came prepared.” Hopping back on, he sat next to her.
“You do know how to put that thing on, don’t you?”
Mark tore open the packet. “Sure, did a few test runs in the hotel today.”
She laughed more. “Okay. Now you show me.”
He proceeded to put on the condom. “Right?”
“Yes.” She pulled at the tip a little. “Just right.”
“Umm, so how should we do this?”
“How would you like to do it?”
“Any way I can.” He felt his nerves twitching. Mark wasn’t sure he wanted to just blurt out the position he’d fantasized about. Maybe he’d ask later.
Martinique laid back on the bed and spread her legs. “Let’s do it this way first.”
“Oh, okay.” He got between her legs and held his cock. “Uh…”
“Come closer. Hard to fuck when you’re too far away.”
He moved closer and she grasped his cock, guiding him in. Mark groaned as he felt the heat and tightness on his cock. This was better than any pillow he’d ever fucked. He had officially achieved cherry busting status.
“Now, just move in and out—slowly at first.”
He did as instructed, the sensation was amazing. No hand job, no pillow, nothing could compare to having his cock in a real pussy. This was Nirvana to the tenth degree, he thought as he moved a little faster.
“Good, now you can go deeper if you want.” She put her hands on his ass and urged him a little. Mark thrust deeper, feeling his entire cock disappearing into her. It was almost more than he could stand. He felt his muscles tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” he said, feeling a little disappointed that he didn’t last longer. The guys in the peep show lasted a long time.
“It’s okay, I’m sure you’d like to fuck me in a couple different positions, right?”
He groaned loudly, shoved his cock to the hilt and came. His body shuddered as he unloaded what felt like a massive amount of cum into the condom. “Oh, shit!” he gasped, getting his breath.
“Ah, a virgin no more!” Martinique grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. “You are a real man now.”
Mark sat up and withdrew. He worked his cock, milking all the cum out into the condom before pulling it off with a loud snap. “Ow,” he said with embarrassment. He took a little sniff of the air. It was a mingling of sweat, cum, and the scent of latex; nothing in the world could compare to it. And now he knew the smell of sex. Mark didn’t find it particularly great, but the smell was indelibly etched in his mind. “Wow, that was amazing.”
She sat up slightly. “Was it everything you’d dreamed about?”
“Everything and more.”
“And how would you like to fuck me next?” She took the condom from him and tossed it in the trash can next to the bed. His mouth fell open, but no words came out. “Well?”
“Uh, how do you like it best?” he asked.
“Me?”
“Well, I read that some positions are better for women. I’m sure you have one that really gets you hot.”
She caressed his face. “Such a gentleman you are. You know, most guys would want it their way with no regard to the woman. It’s nice of you to ask.”
“So, how do you like it?”
Martinique rolled over and got on her hands and knees. “I like to be fucked from behind.”
His heart almost stopped beating. In that position, she looked a lot like his precious Maya. Too good to be true. “Oh, not in the ass, right?”
She laughed. “I have taken it there, and it is pleasurable; but no, I prefer my pussy.”
“Ah, good. I saw butt sex at the peep show and I’m not sure I could get into that.”
Martinique laughed more. “Not everyone does.” She reached over and gave him a few strokes. It didn’t take much before he was ready to go again. “Get another condom.”
“Right!” In a flash he was off the bed, and back on again, package torn open, and condom applied.
“Come on and stick it in.”
He moved forward and entered her; his cock like a heat-seeking missile flying true to her pussy. Now he was finally living his dream. It felt different, but just as fantastic as the first time. Grasping her around the hips, he began to thrust; the animalistic side of him coming out.
“I like it harder this way. You can fuck me good.” She moved her legs apart slightly so he could get even closer. Mark rammed his cock home, humping her as hard as he dared. Martinique moaned loudly and reached under to play with her clit. He could feel her hand as his balls slapped against it. His level of horniness was off the charts. Each stroke brought him closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy, the absolute height of his sexual awareness. He reached up and put his hands on her shoulders, arching his back so he could dive deeply into her. Taking one hand, he slid it under and fondled her breasts.
She moaned loudly, her body responding to his deep thrusts. Her muscles tightened around his cock, giving a squeeze that only brought him to a frenzy. Mark didn’t think he could fuck any harder, but he surprised himself. With reckless abandon, he pounded; his own climax rapidly building.
Martinique was reveling in the waves of her orgasm. She cried out, her body shook, and she came. Mark was right after. He felt the rush of her juices against his cock and that took him over the edge. Throwing his head back, he let out a loud cry, his cock held hard against her ass as he felt a blast of cum shoot out. He secretly hoped he hadn’t shot the end off the condom. That was one hell of an orgasm, he thought, catching his breath. Dribbles of sweat dropped onto her back. He politely tried to wipe them up.
“Mark?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
“Wiping up my sweat. Sorry, I think I got a good workout just then.” He withdrew and sighed, seeing the condom intact.
“That was a great fuck,” she said, looking at him from over her shoulder.
“I have a confession to make.”
“Oh?”
He worked his cock getting all the cum out. “Back home, on the internet, there’s this chick, her name is Maya.”
She rolled over and sat up. “Was I your Maya?”
“You look a lot like her.”
“I do?” Martinique smiled.
“Yeah. And my favorite video is her getting fucked from behind.”
She caressed his leg. “You’ve busted your cherry, and fulfilled a fantasy—a good night for you.”
“Yeah.”
“You are young, but truly a gentleman.”
“Uh, well, my parents did instill that quality in me, I guess.” He leaned over and tossed the condom in the trash.
“It’s a good quality to have nowadays. So many have forgotten how to be polite; even if it is to a prostitute.”
“Last time I checked, prostitutes were people too.” He sat up against the headboard.
Martinique let Mark fuck her three more times, each in different positions. It wasn’t his lack of getting hard that stopped him, it was pure physical exhaustion. Sex was quite a workout. As they lay together in bed, her head resting on his shoulder, he caressed her chest. “This has been the best day of my life,” he said softly.
“Well, I’m glad I could make it that for you.”
“I saved up four years for this, so I figure money wasn’t an issue tonight.”
She sat up. “You’re such a nice young man, Mark.”
“You’re nice for putting up with me.”
“It was nothing, really. I truly enjoyed your cock. You’re a great lay.”
He slowly crawled out of bed and started dressing. “I suppose I should go. How much do I owe you?”
Martinique reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him over to her. “Kiss me.”
“Huh?”
“Kiss me.” She tugged at him to lean down. Mark obliged and she caught him in an intense lip-lock, her tongue diving into his mouth. He could feel his cock stirring again; oh, no, did he have enough strength to do it again? he thought. Deciding to let judgment fly in the wind, he returned her kiss with equal passion.
She finally drew away. “What I am about to do is very rare,” Martinique said, putting her hand on the side of his face. “We prostitutes live for the money, this is how we survive.”
“I understand.”
“But it is also very rare that you find someone who is innocent, polite, and well-mannered.”
Mark smiled. “I try.”
“So, for you—only this once, I give you a freebie.”
He stood up. “I can’t let you do that. You need money to live, pay your bills—you know.”
“I make good money. Don’t worry.”
“But—”
“Shhh, just enjoy what we had here tonight, nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure?” He reached in his pocket and pulled out a good sized roll of Euros.
“I’m sure, it’s fine.”
“Okay, well, can I give you a tip then?”
She waved her hand. “Not necessary.”
He found his watch on the floor and looked at the time. “But I’ve been here over four hours.”
“Mark,” she said sternly. “Go, it’s okay.”
Mark finished dressing. “Now I feel guilty.”
She laughed loudly. “You don’t feel the slightest bit guilty for fucking a prostitute, but you feel guilty that I won’t take your money?”
“Hmm, I guess my beliefs have changed just a bit!” He went to the door. “Uh, Martinique?”
“Yes?”
“I was wondering, are you allowed to have threesomes? You know—two chicks and one guy?”
“It can be arranged. Why? Did I not whet your sexual appetite?”
“Oh, you did, in fact you just made me really hungry, and very horny for more.”
She stood and approached him. “Well, I can’t give you a first-timer freebie next time.”
“I wasn’t asking for one.” He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. “Can we set something up for tomorrow?”
Martinique smiled broadly. “I think I can put you in my schedule.”
The End
K. Rowe retired from 20 years in the military. She not only writes erotica, but military thrillers, contemporary romance, sci-fi, and action-adventure. Her other works can be found on most of the major eBook websites. She lives in Kentucky with her husband, 2 dogs, 2 cats, and 3 horses on a 100 acre farm. She loves interacting with her fans, and appreciates reviews and feedback.
More erotic shorts:
Bookworms
Falling Starr
Farm Girls are Dirty
Frozen Bananas
Mucking and Fucking
The Strap on Nightmare
Strokin’ in the Men’s Room
The Call Guy
Her other works:
The Dragonslayers Saga: (military thrillers)
Project: Dragonslayers
Dragonslayers: Mind Games
Dragonslayers: Battle Rhythm
Contemporary Romance:
Cowboys and Olympians
And soon to be released:
Space Crazy (sci-fi) FREE eBook