My First Hooker

I was visiting a friend of mine called Colin in Los Angeles some years ago. I had gone with a friend Graham and Patsy, my girlfriend, even though the relationship had run its course and was over. Colin had been living in LA for about six months after driving across the States in a VW Camper, Route 66 and all...

I did not really like LA, it's too big and smog was still a bit of a problem. I'd had more problems with Patsy and she'd gone off to stay with some American girl she'd met. We were a bit bored when Graham and myself decided to go to Tijuana in Mexico for a bit of fun. Colin said we'd have a blast but he could not join us as he might not get back into the country.

We travelled there on a huge AMTRAK railway train which ran much of the way next to the sea. South of San Diego we arrived at the border called San Ysidro and passed through into Mexico. We made our way to the nearby town of Tijuana and found ourselves a whorehouse.

Inside it was dark and it took a while for your eyes to adjust. Down one side of the room was a bar, in the middle, a raised platform with girls dancing on it. The opposite side, next to the street were tables and chairs. The hookers mixed with the guys inside, plying their wares.

We found a table and got a couple of beers in. We sat, taking in our surroundings and watching 'the show'. If the truth be told, we were both a bit nervous. I'd never fucked a hooker before and even though Graham was a veteran of Amsterdam (he'd fucked 12 hookers there in one weekend but that's another story), he too was visibly nervous.

A hooker came over to us and sat on Graham's lap. He squirmed like a schoolboy and tried to redirect her attentions to me. Thankfully, unsuccessfully.

Later, emboldened with beer, we were approached by a little blonde (bleached) Mexican. I rather fancied her and Graham gave her a $20 bill to sort me out. For $20 you got wanked off, which sort of suited me and I agreed to the deal. The girl reached into her handbag and brought out a tub of Vaseline, opened it and scooped some out. She then reached down to my flies and... Whoa! "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I cried.

She was going to get my cock out and wank me off where I sat! Call me old fashioned but I had envisaged going to a private room to do the dirty deed. Graham being the gentleman, offered to leave the table and go and sit at the bar for the duration.

I told the girl and Graham that there was no way I was going to be wanked off in public, so the deal was off. I demanded Graham's $20 back. The girl retrieved the $20 bill from her handbag and waved it in front of my face. Graham was saying "Let her keep it". I reached out, grabbed the bill and handed it back to Graham.

The next moment the girl started screaming and I could see people nearby stopping and turning towards the sound. She screeched away in Mexican but even I understood the last word... "Bastido!" And the full force slap in the face before she vanished in a "flurry of feathers".

Hookers are generally quite a caring, down to earth bunch and it was not long before a concerned hooker arrived to see what the problem was. We explained the situation and got on well with the new girl. A few more beers and I told her that I fancied a fuck. I told her that I wanted a small girl and said that I actually liked the one that slapped my face.

The new hooker said she'd go and ask her for me. I waited eagerly for the answer, confident that the first hooker would be up for it. When the new hooker arrived back I said "Well, what did she say?". The new hooker replied "She said she wants to kill you!"

In the end both Graham and myself found a hooker and paid them, we had to leave the whorehouse and follow them down the road to a cheap hotel where they hired two rooms for an hour. Graham went off with his girl and I went into this rather seedy bedroom. We both stripped of and even though I was nervous I was rock solid! The girl rolled a condom down over my swollen shaft and laid back with her legs apart. I climbed aboard and started pumping...

I tried to think of motorbikes and work, anything to stop me coming too quickly and shaming myself but looking down at my cock slipping in and out of that slim Mexican girl's tight pussy was just too much. I carried on pumping after I had ejaculated and then a couple of minutes later I had to fake an orgasm, can you believe it? The girl was very careful about checking the condom after I had withdrawn and pulled it off.

She held the condom up and looked at it as it swung to and fro in front of her. There was a look of awe on her face as she asked "When did you last have sex?" The end of the condom was absolutely full of man fat, loads of it. You have to be unusual to impress a hooker, believe me. I am what's known as a "heavy cummer".

We lay down on the bed and started chatting, my intention was to get another hard-on and fuck her brains out. After all, we'd paid for an hour. Suddenly there was banging on the door and a female voice shouting in Mexican. My hooker got up and opened the door. The other hooker burst into our room and said that Graham had gone without fucking her...

I decided that I should get dressed and go and find him. Tijuana is not the place to get separated in. I found Graham outside the Hotel sitting on the curb. Later, when I asked him "Why?" he mumbled something about getting sucked off but it was unconvincing. To this day I do not really know what happened with Graham.

For me, it was mission accomplished and I enjoyed myself. It's a shame I missed out on seconds though...