Just so you know, the Red Horse is a real place in Nebraska. It closed a year ago when a sixteen year old prostitute had legal problems, if you want you can buy it at a bargain price.
My first time in the Red Horse was my first time for a lot of things. I was 18 years old, and drove an hour to the local whore house. Of course brothels are illegal in Nebraska, but the law really didnt seem to apply there.
For a 18 year old kid to plop down at the bar, have a beer and watch a whore dance on stage was a real change of perspective. I was 5' 10" and about 170 pounds of nervous energy. As a junior i had played 3 sports and had a small part in the school play, yet I couldn't talk to a girl if my life depended on it. Yet 5 minutes in the door I had a 30 year old woman on my lap playing with my brown hair and asking if I wanted to party.
She was incredible, blond hair down to her shoulders, 6 foot tall with perfect legs a great face and the greatest B cup titties in the world. I know they were a b cup because she told me, she was topless at the time.
Linda had a great smile, she could make you feel like you were the king of the world. Her favorite thing was virgins, she spotted me the minute I walked in the door.
How we got from the bar to her room I don't know, hell we might as well flown for all I cared, all I knew is that I was gonna get laid. Once in the room business came first, $100 cash in her hand then I belonged to her. She unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time. I watched her lower my pants then tub my boxers down my legs. She lifted my cock and inspected me, while holding me in a firm, gentle grip and smiling her crooked smile.
Then it was my turn, she stood up and had me lift up the T-shirt she threw on in the bar. She held my wrists and glided my hands around her stomach then moved them slowly toward her breasts. From the goose bumps on her nipples I could tell how she loved to teach. I rubbed her nipples slowly with my thumbs then bent down to taste the one on the left. She tasted like strawberries, the little nub stiffening even more in my mouth.
My hand was busy with the other breast, mimicking what my mouth was doing.
 
                             
                         
                         
                         
                         
                         
                                 
                                 
                                 
                                