brothel story IV

In Frankfurt, Germany there is a red zone where there are strip clubs and eros houses.

An Eros house is a building with one-room apartments that are rented to prostitutes. Prostitution is legal and taxed, but not regulated in the way it is in Nevada. Customers walk through the house and the available girls stand in their doorways and try to entice customers.

Few of the girls are German and few speak much English. But they can say "Suck and fuck, twenty-five Euros." When I first walked through an Eros house it was before the Euro, and the going price was fifty Marks.

I walked through the house with friends, just as tourists. But then I went back by myself. I decided I would get a blow job.

I chose a girl and told her I justed wanted "suck" and not "fuck." She nodded and indicated I should undress. She took off her neglige. I couldn't quite figure out her ethnicity, but it clearly included African blood. She had me lie down. She got me hard and then rolled on a condom. She started blowing me, making big sucking and licking sounds.

Then she climbed on top of me and held her tits above my head. I pulled her down so I could fondle and suck them. She rubbed her body against mine. Her bush felt wirey and her breasts soft. This felt good. I waited for her to move back down and continue sucking.

In a moment I realized she had put me inside her. I guess she hadn't understood. For a split second I considered what to do. My dick overrode the thought process.

She moved her hips to and fro and I began pushing. I gave myself over to this. She looked in my eyes as we fucked and in a minute or two I orgasmed. She smiled and held the base of the condom as she lifted herself off me.

I dressed, paid her, thanked her and left. It wasn't a bad experience and certainly didn't cost much. I was relieved when I passed a blood test six months later.

brothel story III

My third and final visit to a Nevada brothel was on a return trip to Reno. Just beyond the Washoe county boundary was the famous Mustang Ranch.

I don't have a very detailed memory of my visit there. I remember having a drink at the bar before viewing the lineup. I have no memory of the girl I selected, what she looked like, even what race she was.

What I do remember is that the fee was very high for that time -- $250 -- and that I got a standard missionary fuck.

I felt like I was in a tourist trap. Because I was. And I had been taken for a ride. But not a particularly good ride.

Back at the hotel in Reno, I purchased a souvenir shot glass. I still think it's funny, but not at all reflective of the experience:

Mustang Ranch

Where Quality Keeps Them Coming

After these Nevada experiences, I found it eye-opening (perhaps eye-popping) to see the Cathouse series on HBO featuring the restyled Moonlight Bunny Ranch. If the show is at all representative of the real experience and vibe of the place, then I give all credit to Dennis Hof. I don't know where guys find the $$$ to party there, but at least they get a good experience.

brothel story II

My second Nevada brothel visit happened during a trip through Idaho. Planning the trip -- and this was years before the Internet and MapQuest -- I realized that instead of spending a night in Twin Falls, Idaho, I could be in Jackpot, Nevada.

I stayed at Cactus Pete's, and had an enormous room for $25. It was rib buffet night, so a filling, if not gourmet quality, dinner cost $6.99. I played a few hands of blackjack and then, without having planned it, set out into the night to find a brothel. I don't remember, but I must have done some research to know that the closest town with a whorehouse was Wells, about an hour south.

Arriving in Wells close to midnight, I found Donna's Ranch. I don't remember the lineup. I do remember the girl I selected, but not her name. She was tall and black. A standard "party" would cost $100. She did try to talk me into a longer party including time in the hot tub. I didn't find the idea of hot tubbing in a whorehouse appealing, so I passed and she took me to her room.

The deal was half-and-half, including two positions. This was going to be a major breakthrough for me as the only position I had experienced in 37 years was missionary. Half-and-half meant there was oral and intercourse.

After the usual prelim of inspection and washing, on went the rubber and the sucking commenced. This girl was definitely more talented than the last one I had encountered. Once she got me going, I entered her in mish.

After a while she said it was time to switch. Now I didn't know what to do. She got on all fours and I got the idea. She reached back and positioned me to enter her from behind. I guess I was being timid, because she yelled back, "C'mon, fuck me!" So I started pounding and, voila, I came.

This was certainly a better experience than the previous one, but still not great. I think it was because there was really no social interaction. I had already become a regular strip club patron, and always enjoyed those evenings when there was a dancer I could talk to as well as get good dances with.

I returned to Cactus Pete's close to 2 a.m. Bleary-eyed the next morning, I played some blackjack before heading north. I attended to business in Twin Falls and found the spot where Evil Knievel tried to rocket across the Snake River before heading west to Boise.

tmi tuesday #99

Been a while since I did one of these, but this week's questions amused me.

1. What did you eat for dinner yesterday?

Mango chicken.

2. How much cash is in your purse/wallet right now?

$81. Enough for four topless lap dances and a buck for the dancer on stage. Or a nice dinner for me and the wife. Hmmm...

3. What have you done to avoid being flirted with by someone you didn't like?

I should be that unlucky.

4. Do you believe the theory "Once a cheater always a cheater"?

No. Everyone and every situation is different. But, when you open Pandora's box, as it were, it's hard to close the door.

5. Describe your sex life in two words.

Fucking great.

Bonus (as in optional): Would you/have you ever paid money for sex?

Yes. I mentioned the first time in an earlier post. I have paid for oral perhaps 6 times and intercourse 3 times. Most were not great experiences. If you include erotic massage/handjobs, I don't have a count, but these have ranged from from mediocre to fabulous.