My first threesome, in a brothel in Prague [22M/F/F] | 2016

Like most men, I have always had a fantasy about threesomes. This dates probably back to porn, for me, and probably back to the oldest primal urges for men in general. Anyway. The first time I had the opportunity to do it was at a brothel in Prague.

Paying for sex isn’t something I’m especially proud of—it dates back to my first time living abroad, when I had just broken up with the first girl I ever slept with. Three months earlier, I had gone from no sex to a lot of sex very fast. By the time I left for China, I was having sex at least once a day and determined to stay faithful to my girlfriend while I stayed in China.

We broke up, and since I was still very shy I had trouble meeting girls to have sex with. I started to develop anxiety and felt that sex was the only way to release the pressure. Eventually on a trip to Shanghai I caved and visited a massage parlor and got a happy ending. The day after I went to a tea-shop brothel and had sex. The former experience was pretty good, the latter was terrible.

Fast forward two years, and I’m graduating from college and struggling to stop paying for sex. I started seeing a psychologist for anxiety, and was feeling pretty stable and happy. I went on a summer trip to Europe, and after a week in Poland I ended up in Prague.

While I was staying with my aunt and uncle in Warsaw, I had been tempted by these little flyers tucked into car windshields and lying on the cobblestones. They depicted hot-ass girls over a phone number. I started to surreptitiously collect them, but though I almost gave into the temptation to go and visit one I couldn’t find an opportunity to sneak off. I started to research what my options might be in Prague.

Prague is a city half of magical winding and crooked streets and half of Soviet-stained drabness. I stayed in the old town, but ventured into the new city to find a place that I had seen advertised online. Supposedly you could get a nuru massage (look it up if you don’t know what that is—you’ll thank me) from two girls, but when I got there only one girl was working and they hadn’t “warmed up the nuru gel.” So I returned to my hostel a little disappointed, and before long I started to do more research.

I found out about a place that I’m fairly sure has closed now called “GC LEONARDO.” Its incredibly in-your-face website had pictures of a lot of really beautiful girls, and they advertised threesomes in their services. I think I held out all of six hours before calling them. They told me in charmingly alright English that there were two girls available in about an hour, but “no lesbi-show.”

My heart rate went through the roof. Given that I was still, then (and am now) fairly guilty about going to sex workers, on some level I still wasn’t 100% sure that I was even going to go. But my reptilian brain, and my cock, steered me in its own direction, and I left the hostel and crossed the bridge across the Vtlava river to the address they had given me.

When I got there, I thought I must have made a mistake. I was standing outside a big wooden double door adjacent to a bank, on one of the main streets by the river. I checked the panel of buzzers, but didn’t see anything for “GC LEONARDO.” After a minute of intense hesitation, overwhelmed again with desire, I knocked on the door. I waited a minute and a nondescript cleaning lady let me in.

I stood in a typical Prague stairwell. Heavy steps sided by an ornate banister led upwards. I walked up the stairs, looking for the place. I had been told to go to the fifth floor, but I wasn’t sure if it was counting from the first floor, like in America, or the floor above the ground floor. I didn’t want to knock on the wrong door and stammer at a Czech nanny with a bulge in my pants.

I called the number again, feeling like I was about to faint, and they guided me to the top floor. I knocked on the door and a blonde girl in her mid-twenties, wearing yoga pants, answered. A younger girl with dark hair stood behind her. I stammered, “Is this… is this…” and the blonde girl smiled and said, “Yes… we are your girls.”

At this point my rational brain switched off. The blonde girl—busty and with a lovely butt under her tight clothes—led me down the hall to a swanky room with a low king bed, a TV, and an ensuite bathroom with a shower. They leave me waiting for a minute and I checked out the room. Condoms in a little bowel; mirrored ceiling; hardcore porn on the TV. But somehow very clean and nice, not seedy-feeling.

The blonde girl returned to confirm the reservation and handed me a towel. She explained that the brunette, who had disappeared, didn’t speak English and would need a minute to get ready. She started the shower and told me to hop in.

I took off my clothes and stepped into the hot water, trembling with nervousness and excitement. After a minute, there is a knock at the door—the blonde girl is back. I grab the towel, which is hilariously tiny, and open the door, my cock-bulge embarrassingly visible. She looks down and smiles. “Would you like some help?” she asks.

She joins me in the bathroom, taking off her yoga pants and tight top. She has gorgeous, natural breasts, a tight tummy, lovely skin. I’m in heaven. She steps into the shower and starts to rub soap on me. It feels miraculously smooth and yummy. She starts to rub soap on my cock. Feeling x2. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation until there is another knock at the door.

The dark-haired girl is back. The blonde girl and I leave the shower and we dry off with the micro-towels. We step into the bedroom.

This was two years ago, and my memory’s a little fuzzy. What follows will be out of order and some details will be misremembered.

I start to undress the dark-haired girl, who is quite shy. Let’s call her Stoya. She has pale skin and small breasts, and is very pretty. The blonde—let’s call her Mia—is obviously more experienced. She takes the lead, caressing and encouraging me. My shyness starts to melt away.

Mia asks me what I want, and I say that I would like a blowjob from both of them. Mia says that this is extra. Desire elbows the reminder that I’m in a brothel and worries about money from my mind. I agree. Fantasy number one: check. They get down on the bed and start to pleasure me with their mouths. The feeling that I am dreaming, or in heaven, deepens.

Mia, in addition to being more experienced, is much more vocal. She starts to moan. I worry that I might come straight away, so I signal for them to stop for a minute. I pull Mia up towards me and start to kiss her. She tells me that that will be extra. I agree, and start to kiss her slippery lips while Stoya sucks my cock down on her knees.

Mia asks me what I want, and I say that I want to fuck one of them. She asks me which one first; I say her.

She whispers to Stoya in Czech, who goes to grab a condom and lube from the table. She fondles my balls while Stoya puts it on. She applies the lube, and then happily gets down on her knees, face down ass up, and spreads her legs on top of the soft duvet.

As well as her gorgeous breasts, Mia has a marvelous ass, and I run my hands over it as I get ready to enter her. Stoya caresses me from behind. Starting to feel like I’m in a Passion HD video, I thrust my cock into Mia’s pussy.

I’m in another level of heaven. I do yoga breaths, I think of the ocean, and miraculously I’m lasting still. I spank Mia, and she moans; I spank her again. I turn to kiss Stoya. Extra. But kissing her while I’m deep in Mia is worth it. I run my hands over her bony shoulder blades.

We pause. I lie down on my back and pull Mia on top of me. I pull Stoya over towards my face. There is some giggling in Czech, and then Stoya’s pussy kisses my mouth. Mia bounces up and down on my cock, moaning, while I do my best to please Stoya.

Stoya still doesn’t seem to have warmed up completely, and, being the gentleman that I am (?) I tell Mia that I want to fuck Stoya. We extricate ourselves from each other, and Mia and Stoya take off my condom and apply another. Stoya applies lube.

I put Stoya down on the bed and enter her slowly, missionary style. She is delicate and beautiful. I kiss her breasts and her neck, but still she seems to avoid my eyes. Mia runs her hands over my chest. My desire to fulfill more porn fantasies eclipses my concern for Stoya, and I tell her to stand up on the bed. I try to lick her pussy. More giggling ensues; they think it’s funny that I always want my mouth on them as well.

Where fucking Mia was like a porno, fucking Stoya is more personal somehow. The guilty side of me let me hold out from coming for this long, but I start to feel that I’m about to come, in the way that you might with a girlfriend you care about: wanting to do the porn star thing and jerk one out on her face, but knowing that you’ll come inside her pussy and end up trembling in her arms.

I say that I’m about to come, and swing back to porno-land. I pull my cock out and lie down on the bed for them to finish me with their mouths.

I’ve had a couple more subsequent threesomes, and sometimes having two girls’ tongues on your cock feels wrong. One might go at a different rhythm, or hit the wrong spot, just like a single tongue can. This, however, is not that. Both girls are in perfect harmony. The only dissonant note is the exaggerated moaning noises that Mia makes, reminding me again that I’m in a brothel.

The feeling overwhelms me once again. Mia is so slutty and delicious and Stoya is so earnest. Mia slobbers all over my cock and makes silly noises and it just feels SO. GOOD. I come like a rocket, and as I do so my knee shoots up and hits Mia in the face. After a moment of confusion, she laughs and I apologize. I lie back with a mixed feeling of bliss and guilt. My cum drips from Mia’s lovely slutty mouth.

They ask me what I want. My cock is exhausted; they offer to massage me. I say okay, and lie on my stomach. Despite being in a room with perhaps more nakedness and sexiness than I will ever see again, guilt starts to overtake me, and I don’t want to play any more, even though total I only lasted twenty minutes and I bought an hour. After maybe fifteen minutes of massage, I ask them to give it another shot.

They start to suck my cock together again, but I’m still sensitive and it’s not happening. I want to come, but Mia says she has to leave. She says I can pay more, again, and Stoya can finish me off. I agree again.

Stoya tries, but I can’t come again. The time runs out—an hour and a half total, I think—and we put our clothes on. I have to go to the ATM, and Stoya puts on a light jacket and yoga pants and comes down to accompany me. She barely speaks a word of English. I think my guilt stems from feeing that sex work might be taking advantage of the girls that offer it. She stands there with her arms crossed, waiting for me. She has become a normal Prague girl, more self-assured and natural than before. I hope she'll be alright; I know Mia will.

I’m back in Prague: the crowds, the tourists, the magic streets out of Kafka. I walk back to my hostel to shower and get ready to meet up with friends.

Edit: Thanks for the upvotes! I'd love some comments. I posted this partly as part of my ongoing demon-exorcising about visiting prostitutes, so whatever you think about that. I'd especially like to know what some women thought, whether you liked the story or not.

I'm thinking of writing about my next threesome experience, which was not in a brothel and not entirely successful. Any encouragement would be nice. :)