A note from the Author:
This is a true story, more or less. Remember that we're talking about twenty years ago, and some aspects of the story had to be fabricated for the enjoyment of you, the reader. I was in the Army and the trip to Frankfurt did take place. The Red Light District, and this whorehouse in particular, is just like I described, to the best of my knowledge. I did have sex with an Asian prostitute, and she looked exactly like I wrote. Why I can still remember the color of her thong, is beyond me. What's even stranger, is she did actually do all those out of the norm things to me, and yes, she did cum, several times. I'm not kidding when I say it was the best piece of ass I ever paid for; why else would I remember her after twenty years? Enjoy the story, and thanks for reading.
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My first overseas tour was in 1989, with the U. S. Army's Third Infantry Division, stationed in Southern Germany. Yeah, that was back when there was still an East and West Germany, and the Russian hoard sat poised on the border just waiting to obliterate democracy the first chance they got. In retrospect, it seems that we've done a pretty fair job of that by ourselves, now.
I was an armor crewman on an M1A1 Main Battle Tank, with a life expectancy of around five minutes or less, or so the experts said, if we did ever go to war with the old Warsaw Pact. Fortunately, we never saw that very possible future come to pass. Because of this hard reality of life though, soldiers like me were forced to come face to face with their own mortality at a young age, bathed in a violent world of blood and steel.
It should come as no surprised that we lived for the moment, frequently overindulging in the avarice that a fine country like Germany had to offer. Sex and nudity was much more open and accepted than in the States, but so was legalized prostitution. It was just one more service offered to a man in need, and nothing more. Throw in some of the best beer in the world, and you have the classic recipe for the time of your life.
Germany was the perfect place for a twenty-year-old kid like I'd been back then, wild and full of piss and vinegar, with a steady paycheck that more than met my needs for a weekend of non-stop partying with my friends. First we'd hit a bar, then a whorehouse or strip-club, and by the way you can fuck the strippers after a dance, and then back to another bar. That was pretty much the pattern until the cash ran out. It wasn't uncommon for us to blow an entire month's pay in a single weekend, but on this particular instance, my funds had been limited.
Me and my roommate, and a few other guys I hung with, decided to take a train up to Frankfurt on a long weekend so I could show them the sites, in a manner of speaking. This wasn't my first time here, and I knew the drill. I'd traveled all about Europe as a civilian, fucking the international pussy parade for years already, thanks to my old man working for a big overseas company.
After spending a few hours getting primed at one club or another, we finally decided it was time to get laid. Of course this was the part I'd been waiting for. I loved to fuck, and doubted if I would ever get my fill of tearing up a chuck of delectably soft pussy every chance I got. Go balls deep and make'em squeal; wasn't any other way to do it in opinion. It didn't matter if she was a whore I had to pay or not; the way I saw it, you were paying for it one way or another, so why not do it with no strings attached? Besides, the whores were cleaner than the majority of the skanks the frequented the GI dominated clubs, anyway.
If you've ever been to the Red Light District of Frankfurt, you know exactly what I mean when I say, that it's an experience you won't soon forget. Both sides of the road are lined with five story tall, apartment-like buildings that stretch for blocks, with a small red or yellow light in every window. There are hundreds of lights, and each one of them is the precursor to a willing treasure that will do anything you want for the right price. Like I said, this wasn't my first time here and I explained the rules of the game to my anxious friends.
On the first two floors is where you find the prime rib, and choicest cuts of meat. German girls mostly, with a mixture of other white Europeans mixed in. Hell, I even ran across an American girl once, whoring her way through University. Of course I did my civic duty, contributing to her education for about a half-hour. I'm so thoughtful, aren't I? I'll save that story for later, though.
So, back to the Frankfurt whores of the first floor. They were all beautiful, almost every damn one of them, blonde or brunette usually, with perfect bodies and the looks that made you wonder why they weren't in professional modeling, but the price reflected it. For a thirty-minute fuck, it usually ran in the ballpark of 100 to 120 Deutsche Marks. That was about seventy dollars back then, a hefty price by itself, but in addition to that, everything from a blowjob to a change of positions other than missionary, cost extra. The Frankfurt whores were prudent businesswomen in every sense of the word, and time was money.
My friends and I split up at some point, as the door to door shopping for willing flesh continued on my part. Once you've been to a place like this, you don't ever forget the smell either: it's a combination of cigarette smoke and sickly sweet perfume, that barley overshadows the aroma of freshly fucked pussy and rampant sex.
I had a raging hard on for some of the prettiest girls Frankfurt had to offer, but unfortunately my lack of funds pushed me onward and upward. The higher you went, the lower the quality, or desirability of the women was, for the most part. I was going to have to settle for a mid-range piece of ass tonight.
The third and forth floor was where you found the Asian women; Filipino or Korean I think, but I usually didn't bother to ask. If you wanted to settle for a homely white girl, maybe a little overweight, they were there too. All depends on your taste, I suppose.
I'd set foot on the fifth floor one time and one time only. The humid stench of unwashed bodies, mingled with the fetid reek of surprisingly, frequent sex, made your nose wrinkle in disgust. The smell alone was more than enough to discourage any further exploration on my part, even if the cost was next to nothing.
So, there I was wondering the third floor, browsing the array of smiling, beckoning Asian women like I was at the grocery store, when one of them caught my eye. I don't know, maybe it was the fact she had a coy, subdued expression, barely standing outside her door, unlike the others with their the wolf-like demeanor and vigorous competition to entice me into selecting them.
She was a small thing with long black hair tied back in a ponytail, and lightly tanned skin shrouded in the meager trappings of a neon lime thong and bikini top. I doubt she weighed more than a hundred pounds at most, bordering a little on the bony side. Of course she had dark eyes, with the slight curve to them that gave all women from that part of the world an exotic, smoky look of perpetual lust. I stopped in front of her with a thin smile that said I'd be making an offer to her.
It wasn't that she was that good looking, but not ugly either, her looks reflected the mid range price, if nothing else. Either way I was drawn to her, and the air of either uncommonly real or masterfully faked innocence she portrayed. Maybe she was new to the business, who knows?
"Hi."
"Hello." Her voice was soft, and sweet as sweet.
Just the way her pussy is going to feel.
"What's your name?" I didn't usually bother to ask, but it just seemed like the natural thing to do at the time. I almost felt like I was trying to pick her up at a bar, instead of negotiating the price of a fuck.
"Maleah."
Damn, she has a sexy voice and those eyes...
"Pretty name." She smiled bashfully, looking a way. "So how much?"
