Night at the Masturbatorium

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Night at the MasturbatoriumThis is a true story; everything here happened at least the way I remembered it.I was on the road recently and planning to pass through Portland, Oregon. I lookedup online what kinds of (sex) places were here beforehand, and decided I would visitone of them in particular when I got there. I located a cheap (but decent) motel andchecked in there, then got ready for the evening ahead.The place I chose is called the Oregon Theater, and it can variously be described asa decrepit old movie house that’s now a porn theater, or as a unique sexual playgroundfor pervs like me.I’m both an exhibitionist and a shameless crossdresser/pantyboy/panty masturbator, soI took care to shower and shave my body all smoooooth, for maximum erotic effect. ThenI picked out the panties and lingerie I’d be taking with me (I had only brought a fewpieces in my suitcase on my trip) and packed them into my bag to bring with me. I headedover to the theater with a lot of excitement and anticipation.When I got there I found it to be pretty much the dingy dilapidated place described inreviews, at least on the outside and in the “lobby”. But I paid my $10 and went on in.The lobby had the usual porn-shop merchandise on sale in kind of a random, disorganizedarrangement. I was relieved to find that I didn’t have to check my bag at the door,since all my femmy frillies were in it.So I went through the double doors into the theater. When I stepped in, I had to lookaround a little to believe what I was seeing. It was actually quite a large room, muchlarger than the usual neighborhood movie house; it was pretty much a grand movie palace.(Except that it was plain as hell, no carved figures on the walls, no gilded rococo stuff.)But instead of rows of seats, it was filled with … rows of couches and stuffed chairs,no two alike, very comfy places to sit, maltepe escort some with pillows piled up.In the front was a roped-off area of more couches, which is where most of the people inthe room were. When I got up closer I saw that it was because there was a couple (anactual boy-girl couple) having sex within the roped-off area, and a large crowd of guysogling them outside the ropes, most of them … masturbating. Hmmm, I thought to myself;this is OK! This is more than OK!There were guys here and there elsewhere throughout the room, sitting, some with theirclothes fully on, some with their pants pulled down. When I went over to the front cornernear the “stage” I saw a couple guys walking around completely naked! That was the signalto me that I was in the right place!Oh, another odd thing: up in front was the screen, on which played porn film, fairlydimly. Not sure, but it looked to me like pretty old stuff, 90’s-style porn. And thesound of the film came from the back of the room, not loud at all. There was anoverall hush over the room which I also found nice, not the usual loud pounding technomusic that accompanies porn.Since the place was giving me the go-ahead, I wandered over to a couch on the side, nottoo close to anyone else but certain in viewing distance from several guys. I put my bagdown, took off my pants and shirt and put them in the bag, then got out a nice sexy pairof panties and put them on, as well as a feminine babydoll top. I then started amblingaround the room, up and down the rows of couches, looking at guys as they sat there,most touching themselves, in hopes that they’d look at me and see what a shameless CDslut I was. Oh, that was heavenly! It occurred to me what this place was: it was a Masturbatorium! An auditorium for masturbation! A place I’m sure many of us havedreamt of (I certainly have), where escort maltepe you can walk around in front of everyone wearingyour most feminine frillies, your fetish material, touching and fondling yourself asyour penis starts to stiffen and your balls get tighter and fuller. I walked around forquite a while, stopping from time to time to sit down, pull my panties down, thenquite openly masturbate so that anyone looking on would know for sure what I was doing!A couple times I got up with my panties still down around my knees and walked aroundlike that, so that the guys could get a look at my cute butt with my panties pulleddown. Mmmmmmmm …I was sitting down again when I saw someone walk by with big blonde hair. WTF? Thatcouldn’t be a woman, in here, could it? Turned out it was a tranny who’d just come in.She walked down a nearby row, then stopped in front a guy who was sitting with his handon his penis. Then I saw here go down, dropping to her knees in front of him. I couldn’tsee, but I knew what she was doing! Wow! I thought. Wonder if she’d ever come over to me?She only sucked the guy for a minute or so, as she rose up and started to move away. I waspretty close by, where I hoped she could see me stroking and fondling myself. Sure enough,she started coming over to where I was. Yes!She stood in front of me, her blonde hair obviously a wig, dressed in a tight black dress.She looked at me for just a few seconds, and then she just … dropped down, opened hermouth and started sucking me! Oh, gawd, I couldn’t believe it; here I was with my erectclitty in a tranny’s mouth! As she gobbled away on my girly-penis, I reached around andfelt hers. She had no panties on, just an open-bottom girdle, so it was easy to reach herpenis and balls. She was semi-hard, big, as I remember, with kind of saggy balls. I thendropped to my knees, maltepe escort bayan brought my lips level with her crotch, and then tasted her clitty.Oh, gawd, how fucking erotic was that! I just love the taste and feel of penis on mymouth!While I was sucking her my hands roamed around to her backside, between her cheeks in thegirdle she was wearing. I ran my hands along the crack in her butt, then went right for herlittle pussy hole. I put my finger on it, not in it, and found that it was very very wet!I then pulled my hand back and brought it to my nose so I could smell her musk. It wasalmost overpowering!After massaging her pussy hole and pushing my finger into it, gently exploring, I decidedto turn her around and come up behind her. I placed myself as if I were going to fuck her,even as I told myself that wouldn’t happen (no condoms, dontcha know). I put my throbbingerect clitty in the crack between her cheeks and moved it up and down. Fuck, that felt SOgood! Her girdle was pretty low on her butt and my clitty went under it as I slid it upand down her butt-crack. I did this for a minute or two. That’s all I could stand; sureenough, I felt the inevitable pressure building, and then I spurted all over her ass-crack,soaking her sweet ass.I collapsed back into the couch. Then I rummaged around in my bag and managed to find thetowel I’d brought from the motel just in case. I used it to clean up her backside, as acourtesy to her. We exchanged a couple whispered comments (“Mmmmm, I just loved that!””Yes, that was fun!”). She gathered her things in her purse and took off. I hung aroundfor just a little while longer, appreciating the sexual atmosphere, then I packed up andwent upstairs (to a shitty dirty bathroom) to wash up.On the way out I said to the guy at the door, “Don’t change a thing!”.NOTE: You can look this place up yourself; just go to cruisingforsex dot com, locateOregon, then Portland, then scroll through their listings. One of the reviews there hasa link to an article from a local paper with a pretty vivid description of a visit tothe theater by a local writer

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