I paid for sex and it was incredible [MF] - Part 1

I never thought I'd ever pay for sex. The idea really didn't appeal to me. I was good looking, I never had much trouble finding partners, so why the hell would I pay money to fuck some disinterested girl who didn't even like me? I couldn't see the point of it.

And then I went to Berlin.

I was lucky that in my mid-twenties, I had a high paying job in a great European city. I had a close group of friends at the same company, and we often went away for weekend trips to other cities in Europe. Those trips involved big nights out, lots of drugs, throwing money around, and inevitably, strip clubs.

As our first night in Berlin headed deep into the morning hours, we hopped in a taxi and asked the driver to take us to the best strip club he knew. He laughed at us. He told us there were no strip clubs in Berlin, but that he'd take us somewhere we'd love. None of us had any idea what that meant.

We were driven to a large building that looked like a hotel, out in what appeared to an industrial area,. There was a sign out front that said Cupid (I've changed the name). We all headed inside to discover that Cupid wasn't a strip club, that it was, in fact, a legal brothel.

Now, despite all our bravado, and all the coke we'd had, none of us had ever actually been to a brothel before or otherwise paid for sex. We were all a little cowed. We were talking amongst ourselves in the reception area, deciding whether or not we should go through with it, when the woman at the desk called us over.

She told us, in perfect English, that we didn't have to do anything, that we should just go inside to check the place out. She said there was a bar, a club, a cinema, a swimming pool, and that plenty of guys just went for the atmosphere. Fuck it. We were convinced. We paid our ten Euro fees and went in.

You had to take all your clothes off and put them in a locker, and wear a big white robe and matching white slippers, which made it feel pretty weird. Inside, the place was actually pretty impressive. We walked around, seeing the club, the various bars, and a decent gym. And everywhere we went, there were loads of glamorous women hanging out, all gorgeous, all wearing nothing but fancy underwear.

We decided to sit around the indoor pool, which was this big circular affair, with fountains, a jacuzzi, and a sauna. Girls would come over and sit with us. They mostly spoke good English, and they were mostly good fun, laughing and joking with us and being pretty genuine. But then, after a few minutes, they'd ask us if we wanted to fuck, and when we all said no, they'd wander off, but there were no bad feelings, no pressure, it was all so laid back.

But as the women kept coming over, two of my friends were eventually tempted. They disappeared off with a cute girl each. Yet, at that point, I still wasn't thinking about doing so too. That was, until this really, really beautiful woman came over to me.

She told me she was called Kinga (yeah, I'm sure that wasn't her real name). She was Polish and talked English with a killer accent. She was tall, with long blonde hair and grey eyes. She was slim, with mid-sized breasts but a big, round, full, muscular arse. Kinga was just my type, and even better she was a laugh. She was sarcastic, she made fun of me as she flirted. When she asked me if I'd ever been deep-throated, and when I said no, and she asked if I'd like to see what it was like, to my surprise, I found myself saying yes.

Kinga led me out of the pool area with my hand in hers. I had to go back to my locker to get my wallet, then I had to withdraw a bunch of cash from the handy ATM just next to the changing area. Kinga took me upstairs to an empty room with a big round bed in it. The lighting in there was coloured pink, like neon pink, but not harsh, it was gentle.

"Do you want to see me naked?" Kinga asked as she stood before me with her hands on her hips.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"OK. But you first. You show me yours, I'll show you mine."

Honestly, before that night, I'd never have thought I'd even be able to get hard with a sex worker, but the atmosphere with Kinga was so lighthearted and fun, I was already halfway there when I shrugged out of my gown.

Kinga looked me up and down. She grinned at me. She nodded, as if pleased with what she saw. And yeah, I know she probably did that with all her punters, but it felt real in that moment. Then Kinga undressed for me.

She didn't make a big show of it, Kinga stripped quickly, without any dancing, but she looked so fucking good. Her body was insane, and the pink glow of the light made her look magical, not quite real. Her tits were small and pert, with little nipples. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her legs long and toned. Kinga had a tended triangle of dark blonde pubic hair above smooth lips.

As I stared at her, my dick at full mast, Kinga strode over to sit on the edge of the bed. She parted her legs wide to show me her clamshell pussy. She smiled up at me as she ran her hands over her breasts and toyed with her nipples. She dropped one to her cunt to spread herself and circle her clit with a fingertip. My cock ached as I stared at her.

Kinga gestured for me to sit on the bed too. As I dropped down next to her, she turned to me and grasped my prick. She tugged on me with slow, languid movements. To my surprise, she leaned in and kissed me. I didn't think prostitutes did that.

She slipped off the bed to kneel between my knees. Kinga kissed my dick, she lapped at it, running her tongue around the head of me before she took me into her warm, wet mouth.

I groaned as she sucked on me, I wasn't shy at all about making noise with Kinga. She kept her eyes on mine as she bobbed up and down, as she jacked me with a hand, and it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, it felt natural. It was so fucking hot.

Kinga let spit run out of her mouth and down my prick, turning me messy, making me slippery and slick. And, true to her word, Kinga took me deeper, she took me into her throat. It flexed around my cock as Kinga moved quicker, as she went further each time she sank down onto me.

Kinga eventually went all the way, she closed her lips around the very base of my dick. She held still, at first, as she sucked on me, and it felt stunning, to have that feeling of a mouth on my cock, but enclosing all of it.

When she returned to sliding her lips up and down my dick, Kinga took all of me each time, moving from the tip of my prick to the very bottom of it with every sweep. It looked incredible, it felt even better.

I wasn't going to last for long, but before I got there, Kinga switched it up. She pressed me down onto the bed. She told me to lie out across it. As I shuffled backwards, Kinga climbed on top of me. She twisted around, and just like that, we were in the 69 position. Her smooth, flushed pussy was right in my face. As she took me back into my mouth, I pressed mine into her cunt.

As I kissed her, as I lapped at her, I realised Kinga was wet. But I didn't get long to savour that fact. Kinga sucked me with vigour as she deep-throated my cock, and I was there in moments.

I told her I was coming, but Kinga kept me between her lips. To my continued surprise, she let me come in her mouth. To my even greater surprise, she swallowed. King twisted around on top of me, she looked down into my face, as she audibly gulped my jizz down. I really, really hadn't expected that.

She didn't kick me out of the room right away, like I thought she'd do. We stayed and chatted for a while. That's when Kinga asked me if I'd like to fuck her.