I LOST MY VIRGINITY IN THE RED-LIGHT DISTRICT OF AMSTERDAM

“i never thought i could have so much fun, by combining beer, space cake & yoga positions. amsterdam, you are one magical little city”

AMSTERDAM NIGHTLIFE

While travelling Europe, I reunite with two Western Australian travellers, who I had met earlier in the year in America. We bonded on a Contiki trip, and later planned this reunion in Amsterdam.
 They are both similar age to me and love a party.

After a massive day, riding around the streets and drinking/smoking/eating spacecakes at the numerous bars and coffee shops, we are all intrigued to head out & experience the Amsterdam nightlife.

We started in the touristy part of the red-light district. Here, there were various live sex shows, which people of all ages were attending.
 We wandered into one of them, paid our 20 euro, got a free drink from the bar, and sat on a wooden bench seat, in front of a stage.

A couple of strippers did their thing, then a couple in there 40’s came out onto the stage. The live sex show, held up to its name. The couple fucked in various positions, right in front of our eyes. For us, it was hilarious. Very scripted, sexual positions. Sort of awkward to watch, to be honest.
 And that wooden stage, would have left splinters in that poor blokes’ knees for sure.

Other spectators were astonished by what they were watching, but at no point did anyone get up and leave the room.
 Once they were finished with their world class routine, a couple more young strippers came onto the stage.

They wanted 3 volunteers out of the audience. We were sitting in the front row, looking dumb as dog shit, and of course it was us who were chosen. 
I accepted that I was about to be part of an Amsterdam live sex show. In fact, I asked “If that last guy doesn’t mind, can we get his partner back out here for another round?”. 
I hate trying to pick splinters out from my skin, but was willing to pull a bit of 4 x 2 out of my knee, for the story that could have developed.

The prudes refused, and instead had planned for us to each poke bananas out of our pants. The girls took turns of peeling the bananas, sucking up and down the banana shaft, then lying us on our backs, while they squatted on top of them.
 This was all a bit of harmless fun, we scored another free drink, then headed out of the club and continued down the street.

RED-LIGHT DISTRICT

We were like kids in a candy store, wandering through the red-light district.
 We would each spot a girl of our liking and shout out “She’s mine” or “I’m getting behind her curtain next”.
 We had made a deal with each other that no one would be left out in the street alone. The best part of this, was that as one person would enter, the other two would stand outside joking about how long he would last, or what entertainment he would get for his 50 euros.
 There was different quality of girls, but in general, 50 euros would get you 15-20 mins. They say that this would include a full service, but they generally try to extract more from you when you are in there. 
We found that if you were friendly with the girls, they would do almost anything that you want for the 50 euros. 
We each had our first girl, which we had carefully selected, like we were in the show bag pavilion of the Royal Easter Show.

The first 3 girls which we selected did not disappoint and we each debriefed over a couple of beers at a nearby pub.
 We discussed some tactics which would be executed with our next selection of women.
 5-7 mins of your 15 mins can be wasted on small talk and getting undressed.
 We decided that as we walk through the door, slam the curtains shut, start stripping off, and be lying naked on the bed in 30 seconds. We weren’t in the room to meet our future ex-wife or discuss nationalities. We were there to be shagged by a gorgeous eastern European girl, who looks like she has jumped off the page of a Penthouse magazine.

So, the 2nd girl that I had chosen was in a lower room, below the street level. 
She looked to be in her late 20’s, brown hair, big fake tits, tartan skirt and black rimmed glasses. In my opinion, she was a 12 out of 10. Why she isn’t floating around on some rich businessman’s yacht, still has me puzzled.
 Anyways, for whatever reason, she was standing there in front of me and for 50 euros, I could have her for 15 mins of my life.
I walked down a few stairs to her level, and she invited me in. The 30 seconds to undress took a little longer as there was a small corridor to walk down into a private room. I was kicking my shoes off on the way down the corridor and took no time getting her onto the bed. 
She got right into it and actually seemed like she was having some fun.

Now, I get that it goes with the job, for them to say that you have a nice cock, you so big, you fuck so good etc. I get it, and have no illusions about this. But, at the end of the 20 mins, she asked, “Can you come back later tonight and I fuck you for free?”.
I left the room and was awaited on the street by the usual firing of questions.
 The three of us had a laugh about what she had said at the end of the session and we continued to the next persons choice of window. We each went into a few windows that night. It was all a bit of harmless banter, and we figured that we might not be back in Amsterdam anytime soon.

RED-LIGHT ROULETTE

A game had even developed as to who could get the cheapest woman. Whoever wins, would have the other two guys pay for the window and a round of drinks. 
We each tried with different women. Some would negotiate down to 40 euro but most would tell you, “It’s 50 euro or you can fuck off!”. 
I asked the boys to come with me to the rough end of the district, near the old church.

I offered a black woman 30 euro and she had me pinned on the bed, pants ripped down and raping me, before I could get my shoes off.
 She had left the curtains open & the large glass window, in front of the bed looked out onto the street. The boys along with a couple of random bystanders are outside laughing hysterically, as this oversized black woman, is banging her massive breasts back and forth against my head.
 

I walked out of the doors, frazzled confused and shouting “Get me to the bar, I need a strong drink”.

WHAT HAPPENS BEHIND THE CURTAIN…

It was getting towards the end of the night. We were all starting to get tired, and for good reason.
 But, the boys kept bringing up the girl below the stairs. “Why don’t we go back and visit your girlfriend with glasses?”. 
I was shrugging it off, knowing that what she had said earlier was just a ploy to get more money.

After a little persuasion, I agreed to go back in there and see if she was going to live up to her offer.
 I left my wallet and watch with the guys as we approached her window. I wanted to go in there with no money and made this clear to her as she took me inside.
 We had all smoked a bit that night and had a fair few drinks, so I was quite relaxed about the whole thing.
 She stressed to me that she didn’t want any money and that she wanted to fuck me.
 She sat me on a bed and on a long shelf alongside the bed was a selection of dildos and strap-ons. I had not noticed these before. I was now coming to the realisation of what was happening.
”Ahh, you want to fuck me??” I said, in the most unsurest of voices.
 A simple nod was her only response.

I will never forget the excitement that she had in her eye as she grabbed a large black strap-on from the shelf and commenced buckling it around her thighs. 
I sat in shock, thinking, “There’s no way that black thing is coming anywhere near my arsehole.

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I’ll be honest. I am happy with a girl putting a finger in my bum during foreplay. It just isn’t fair that us heterosexual guys got our g-spots put in a really “shitty” place.”


As I sat on the edge of the bed and quickly thought about my situation and what my options were, the girl could sense my shock. She removed the strap-on and started to massage down my body to ease my nerves. She had my pants off and used her mouth, to slide a condom over my cock, while she started to suck it.

By now, I was well side-tracked. She put some lube on her finger and slowly pressed it up into my arse. This, I was used to, and could more than handle from this gorgeous woman.
She looked back at the shelf at a much smaller strap on. 
By now, she had me seduced and I came to grips that I was in Amsterdam, with a 12 out of 10 woman naked on top of me.

I agreed to her smaller apparatus and asked that I film this, because my mates will never believe it. 
She giggled and advised that her job would be in jeopardy if cameras were used in the room.
 As she slid the strap on around her waist, she asked me to select a position. 
I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my natural instinct was to lie on my back and raise my legs in the air, with my ankles crossed (a “salamba sarvangasana” variation, for any yoga enthusiasts).

As awkward as it sounds, it left a gap for her head to continue sucking my dick, while she fucked me in the arse.
 Yes, I said it, “WHILE SHE FUCKED ME IN THE ARSE”. 
I instantly screamed “More lube!!!” and grabbed the tube myself, so that I could cover my arse with it. I’ve heard in the past that when using lubricants, less is more. But, in this situation, More was More. My shit, smelt scented for days after this.

She was really enjoying herself, and I figured that this isn’t going to happen again in a hurry, so I lay back and went with it.
 She had my dick in her mouth and her toy up my bum until I came.
 It was the strangest sensation that I have ever experienced.

When we had finished, I begged her to walk outside with me to explain to my mates what had just happened. We were in hysterics as she thrusts her hips to signal the action & explains “I just fuck your friend with dildo”. Her broken English just topped it off. 
I walked back to my hostel with a small amount of my dignity (along with all of my anal virginity) left behind the curtains, that night..

Dank ye wel, AMSTERDAM!!