My First Time in the Red-Light District

I arrived in the city in the middle of August. Dry heat, wide sidewalks, and a map on my phone I still didn’t have memorized. My university friends had promised it would be easy to get around, that the center was small, that we’d meet at six in front of the covered market. But by six fifteen, the messages started coming in: work, a girlfriend, maybe we’d do it another day.

So there I was, alone, the heat pressing down on me and not knowing what to do.

I went into a little convenience store to buy something cold and came out with a can of iced tea sweating in my fingers. I found a bench in the shade, in front of a fountain that didn’t work, and sat down to watch the people going by, people who knew exactly where they were headed. Women with shopping bags, men in shirts with loosened ties, tourists with backpacks. Nothing that stood out.

Until she came over.

“Is this taken?”

I looked up. A girl, about my age, was looking at me with a crooked smile. She wore a short blouse that left her pierced navel visible, with a gold ring through it, and tight pants that showed off her hips. Straight dark hair falling to her shoulders.

“Not at all,” I said. “Have a seat.”

“Thanks. This heat is killing me today.”

“Yeah. Standing around doesn’t help.”

She settled in beside me, crossed her ankles, and looked toward the dry fountain. There was something easy about the way she carried herself, as if she wasn’t in a hurry for anything.

“Waiting for someone?” she asked.

“Not anymore. They canceled on me.”

“Bad luck. Are you from here?”

“No, I just got here. I still don’t know anything.”

She glanced at me out of the corner of her eye with an amused expression.

“So what are you looking for?”

“Nothing in particular. I just didn’t want to stay cooped up in the apartment.”

“Well, I don’t have anything to do for a while,” she said. “I can show you the neighborhood, if you want.”

I hesitated for a second. She was a stranger. But the heat, the boredom, and her smile tipped the balance.

“Why not?”

“My name’s Valeria.”

“Rodrigo.”

“Nice to meet you, Rodrigo. Let’s go.”

***

We walked with no clear destination. She knew every corner: the bar that served the best croquettes, the record shop that was still hanging on, the alley where they’d painted a huge mural in bright colors. I followed her, watching her more than the neighborhood. She had a way of walking that took up space with confidence, as if she knew exactly what each step was worth.

We crossed an avenue, turned onto a narrower street, and the atmosphere changed. The storefronts had metal shutters painted in vivid colors. Some half-open doors let out slow music. Women sitting in doorways. Men going in and out without looking to either side.

I watched without really processing it.

Valeria stopped in front of a white-fronted building. On the wall, in red letters made of rusted metal, it said Hostal Unión. Below it, an arrow pointed inside.

I stared at her.

“What?” she asked, calm as ever.

“Nothing, it’s just... I didn’t expect to end up here.”

“You didn’t realize where you were?”

“Honestly, no.”

She let out a short laugh.

“You’ve been in the red-light district for a while and didn’t know it. That’s impressive.”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and it wasn’t just from the sun anymore.

“Look,” she said, “don’t make it complicated. I’ll tell you what I do and you decide. The hour’s five hundred. Includes whatever you can handle, kisses, touching. I’ll throw in the blowjob because you’re new. Ass is two hundred extra. What do you say?”

“Well, we’re already here,” I said, and I didn’t know if it was bravery or plain stupidity.

“I like that attitude. Come on, the room’s two hundred.”

***

The room was small but clean: double bed, a chair, an old television on the shelf. She closed the door without hurry, put her purse on the chair, and turned to me.

“First time, right?”

“Does it show that much?”

“A little.” She smiled. “Relax. I’m going to leave your dick good as new.”

She turned on the TV and found a channel to leave on in the background. Then she came over to the bed and sat on the edge, crossing her legs.

“Sit here with me.”

I sat down. She was close enough for me to catch her perfume mixed with the heat of the afternoon.

She stood up and took off her blouse. No bra. Her tits were small, firm, with dark nipples that hardened under the air from the fan. She slowly slid off her pants, revealing a red thong with white embroidery that barely covered the mound of her cunt. She looked at me while she did it, watching my reaction.

I made no effort to hide the fact that I was getting hard under my pants.

She took off the thong too and stood completely naked. She turned slowly, unhurried, letting me see her shaved cunt and her lips, already a little swollen. Her legs were long and her ass, small and well shaped, moved with every step. Then she slid a finger between her thighs, pushed it just inside her slit, and drew it out shining with wetness. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it without taking her eyes off me.

“Come here,” she said.

I stood and moved closer. She took my hands and placed them on her tits. They were soft and fit completely in my palms, with hard nipples digging into the center. I kissed her. First on the mouth, with tongue, biting her lip; then on the neck, then down to the curve between her shoulder and collarbone. I pinched one nipple between two fingers and heard a moan come out of her throat. I sucked the other one, licked it slowly, then bit it with my teeth until she arched.

I kept going lower. I kissed her belly, the gold ring in her navel, and when I was about to kneel in front of her cunt to lick it, she stopped me.

“No,” she said, one hand on my forehead, pushing gently. “Not that. Nobody goes down on me if I don’t know them.”

I stopped. She saw my face.

“Sorry, baby. There are things I don’t do. But there are others I do, and you’ll be thinking about me for a week.” She knelt in front of me.

She undid my belt with precise movements, pulled down my pants, my boxers. My dick sprang out hard, almost hitting her in the face. She smiled, took it in both hands, and looked at it for a second like someone evaluating the job ahead.

“You’ve got a nice dick, Rodrigo. Thick. I’m going to enjoy having it inside me.”

And just like that, she shoved it all the way into her mouth in one go. I felt the tip hit the back of her throat and watched her close her eyes, fight the gag reflex, swallow around the head. She started moving. Out and in, out and in, and every time she reached the base her nose brushed the hair above my pubes and stayed there for a second, her eyes watery, her tongue working me underneath. Then she let it out with a wet sound, spit on it, and swallowed it whole again.

With one hand she weighed my balls, taking them one by one into her mouth, sucking them while her other hand jerked me off at exactly the right rhythm. She returned to the tip, wrapped her lips around it and licked it in circles, paying special attention to the frenulum until my legs trembled. Then a long lick from my balls to the head, looking me straight in the eyes, and back in again, all the way down.

“Damn, you suck dick so good,” I gasped.

“It’s my thing, baby,” she said, pulling me out for a second, her chin shiny with saliva. “Cum whenever you want. I want to taste it.”

And she went back to work. Faster now, sucking harder, squeezing her lips tight around the crown, while her free hand squeezed my balls with just the right amount of pressure. When I felt myself getting close, I told her.

“Yeah, baby, give me all of it,” she murmured, pulling away just a little. “On my tits, cum on my tits.”

She pulled it out, aimed it at herself, and kept jerking me off like crazy while pressing her tits against her face. I blew. The first rope crossed her chest from one nipple to the other, the second landed between her tits, and the third splashed on her neck. She took it all without taking her eyes off me, mouth slightly open, and when I was done she brought two fingers to her chest, smeared them in semen, and slowly sucked them clean.

“Delicious,” she said. “Salty, just like it should be.”

She stayed like that for a second, looking up at me with the smile of someone who’d known how this was going to end from the beginning.

***

She cleaned herself with a wet wipe she took from her bag. Methodically, unhurried. Then she handed one to me and pointed to the bathroom.

“You too, always. Gotta take care of yourself.”

I went to the bathroom. When I came back, she was already on the bed, propped up on her elbows, watching me, her legs slightly apart and her cunt on display.

“Before we keep going, the payment, love. I almost forgot.”

“Sorry, me too.” I went to my wallet and took out the money.

When she took it, her smile appeared again.

“Good. How do you want me?”

“Something classic. Legs over the shoulders.”

“I like that one. Come on, put that dick in me already. You got me sucking it and left me wanting more.”

***

She lay back. I positioned myself between her legs, which she lifted and rested on my shoulders. She took a condom from her bag, tore it open with her teeth, and put it on me with one hand while with the other she looked at me, squeezing my dick from the base to make sure it stayed rock hard. When she was done, she parted the lips of her cunt with two fingers and waited.

“Push it all the way in at once,” she asked. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I pushed slowly through the first inch, then drove it all the way in with one thrust. I felt her cunt give, grip me, suck me inside. She was soaked, scorching hot, and the walls tightened around my cock as if they didn’t want to let me out. Her nails dug into my shoulders immediately.

“Oh, you motherfucker, just like that,” she said. “Keep going, don’t stop.”

I started fucking her with long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out and burying myself back to the balls. With her legs over my shoulders and her ass barely lifted off the bed, every stroke went deep, and I could see her tits shaking with each shove. The moans coming out of her were sharp, uneven, completely real. She asked for more, faster, harder, and I obeyed without thinking.

“Yeah, like that, don’t stop,” she said. “Give it to me harder. You like how tight my cunt is?”

“Yeah,” I answered, and that was all I could manage.

“Then keep up, baby. More. Break me.”

I grabbed one tit with a hand and planted the other on her hip for leverage. I sped up. The wet cunt made a slapping sound each time my dick went all the way in, and my balls hit her ass with a dull thud. She put two fingers in her mouth, sucked them, and brought them down to her clit, rubbing it in fast circles while I kept pounding into her.

“I’m going to cum, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she said, and her cunt tightened even more.

I changed positions a moment later, without either of us arguing about it. I lowered her legs from my shoulders, pulled out, lay back on my back, and she climbed on top. She sat on my dick and dropped down in one smooth motion, impaling herself all the way. She let out a long moan. From below I could see her tits moving, her face concentrated, her lips parted, and her cunt opening around my cock every time she rose.

“Look how it goes in,” she said, throwing her head back. “All of it, all the way down. It fills me up.”

She started bouncing on top, bracing her hands on my chest, her tits jumping at the height of my face. I lifted her head and sucked one nipple, then the other, biting them while she went up and down. She put her hands on my neck, first as support, then with more pressure. Her hips found a rhythm that made me close my eyes.

Then I felt the slap.

It wasn’t hard. It was a warning, a question mark in the shape of an open hand across my cheek. I opened my eyes. She was looking at me with a crooked smile, waiting to see whether I liked it or not.

I did.

“Again,” I asked her.

She hit me again, this time a little harder, and kept riding me with her hand still around my neck. I dug my fingers into the flesh of her ass, spread her open, and helped her come down harder on each bounce. Her cunt splashed on top of me, soaking my balls, and she started letting out cries that grew shorter, sharper.

“There, there, there,” she screamed, and came hard and loud, her whole body clenching all at once.

Her cunt bit down on my dick in spasms, squeezing me so hard it almost wrung my climax out of me right then. She collapsed onto me, tits against my chest, breathing fast against my neck. I grabbed her ass with both hands, held her in place, and gave her three short, brutal thrusts from below. I finished inside the condom with her still on top of me, feeling her cunt keep trembling around my cock in waves.

***

We rested for a few minutes. She got up, went to the bathroom, came back. She removed the condom carefully, tied it off, and threw it away. From her bag she took a small bottle of lubricant.

“Want to keep going?” she asked, looking at my dick, still half-hard and shiny.

“Yeah.”

“Then stay still.”

What she did next left me frozen. She knelt between my legs and lowered herself farther down than I expected. She lifted my balls with one hand, moved them aside, and her tongue sank right into my asshole. It was like an electric shock running down my entire spine. She licked me slowly, in circles, pushing the tip of her tongue in, then went back to my balls, sucking them one by one, before returning to my ass again. With her other hand she jerked me off slowly, squeezing my cock from base to tip, forcing me hard again.

I stayed completely still, not knowing whether to move or even breathe. When she looked up, I was ready again, my dick standing stiff against my belly.

“Works every time,” she said, satisfied, licking her lips.

She got on all fours on the bed, offering her ass, with her cunt and asshole on display. She opened the lubricant herself and prepared with slow circular motions, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye while she slid in one finger, then two, opening herself up. Then she handed me the bottle.

“You too,” she said. “And put another one on, because you take better care of an ass than a cunt.”

I applied the lubricant generously and put on the second condom, coating that too. I came up on my knees behind her, grabbed one cheek, and spread her open. I pressed the tip of my dick against her tight asshole. I pushed in slowly, patiently, and felt the ring give little by little, suck the tip in, then the crown, then halfway. The contrast with before was total: tighter, much tighter, a pressure that climbed up my back and blurred my vision. She held on with her forehead against the pillow, fingers clutching the sheets until her knuckles turned white.

“Slow at first,” she asked through clenched teeth. “Yes, like that. Put it all in, but slow.”

I pushed the last stretch until I was buried to the balls. I stayed still for a second, letting her get used to it, feeling her ass squeeze me in waves. Then I started moving. I found a rhythm, pulling almost halfway out and slamming back in all the way. She started moving at the same time as me, seeking the meet, pushing her ass back to take me. Her butt cheeks slapped against me with a dry, rhythmic sound.

I grabbed her hair with one hand, not hard, just enough to have something to hold on to, and with the other I slapped her ass cheek. It sounded loud. She let out a hoarse moan.

“Yes,” she said. “Like that. Tear my ass up, don’t stop.”

I slapped her again, then again, until the skin turned red. I sped up. My dick went in and out more easily now, slick with lubricant, and every thrust tore a growl from deep in her chest. She slipped one hand underneath and started rubbing her cunt with two fingers, circling her clit fast while I kept fucking her from behind.

“I’m going to cum again, don’t stop, give it to me hard,” she panted.

I grabbed her hips with both hands and pounded her hard, mercilessly, listening to the air leave her lungs with every stroke. Her words dwindled until they became shapeless sounds, then silence, then a muffled scream into the pillow. Her legs shook. Her ass clamped down on my dick in a long spasm, so hard it almost spit me out. She pressed her entire forehead into the mattress and stayed still for a few seconds, her body still trembling and her asshole throbbing around me.

I wasn’t done.

I withdrew slowly, watching her ass stay open for a second before closing, and took off the condom, tying it shut. She turned around, exhausted but still wearing that crooked smile, and lay back looking up. She understood what was about to happen without me saying a word. She licked her lips, grabbed her tits with both hands, pressed them together, and offered them to me.

“Come on, cum on my face,” she said. “Mark the whore.”

I knelt over her chest, with my dick a handspan from her mouth, and started jerking myself off fast. She stuck out her tongue, licked the tip a couple of times, and then closed her eyes. It didn’t take long. When I finished, the first rope hit her across the forehead and cheek, the second went into her open mouth, and the third hung from her lower lip to her chin. She didn’t move. She slowly ran her tongue over herself, swallowed what had landed inside, and smiled.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her face shining and a drop sliding down her neck.

“That’s it,” she said.

***

She got up and went to the bathroom. I heard the water running. When she came out, she was immaculate: hair tied back, clothes on, purse over her shoulder. It was as if the last forty minutes had existed in some other compartment she could open and close at will.

She came over to the bed where I was still lying down, my thoughts still a mess and my dick flaccid against my thigh.

“Take care, Rodrigo. And get out before the hour’s up, or those bastards will charge you for the next one.”

She said goodbye with a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I left you something in the bathroom. A little red-light souvenir.”

She closed the door. I heard her footsteps going down the stairs, farther and farther away, until there was nothing left.

I got up, dressed, and went to the bathroom. Hanging from the faucet on the sink, caught on the tap, was her red thong.

I took it, put it in my pocket, and went out into the street. The sun was already going down. The city was still the same, with its dry heat and its people who knew where they were headed. I still didn’t really know where I was, but for the first time since I’d arrived, I didn’t care at all.