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The evening was good. I met an old friend, Iris. We had talked, laughed, drunk a little. Drunk a little more. And then she had told me that she wanted to go to a porn cinema, more precisely on a glory hole. At the time, I still remember that, I opened a bottle of Chardonnay. Unfortunately, I didn’t remember the how many. Listened to her words. Listen to me that she would like to touch cocks anonymously, too jerk off.

Without obligation without knowing the guy behind it, or even having to speak to him. Was ok for me, I’m not prudish. I also like cocks when I’m in the mood. And what she drives is her cause anyway. So far so good. Only at some point she came by not daring to do. And I promised her with my helper syndrome to accompany her. Great. Very great. Great made Elisabeth. I am annoyed by myself.

A hot shower later I am clear, at peace with me. Then we do that. Maybe it will be good. Oh well. I have promised it. Point. A message on my mobile tells me that she has already selected a location – something on the A 9 north, at Bayreuth. She wants to start around 5:00 p.m. Today. Great. What exactly do you attract on this occasion? As little as possible – clear. And on the way? And it doesn’t matter in the end, the guy does not see anything from us anyway? To many questions.

I write to her that she can pick me up, but that she should drive. Not because I want to drink something, but I don’t put my quattroporte in front of a porn cinema. Then prefer your Audi. I choose what I always wear when I have no idea. Pretty laundry, a skirt up to just above my knees, a white blouse that shines through a little. The heels a little too high, compensates for my uncertainty and makes a prettier ass.

I can be seen for my 50. Tight skin, slim legs, the tits a little too small. Iris is at least something similar than on time. she looks good. Not slim, but curves in the right places, an impressive bust size that the BH still emphasized, womanish hips, recognizable waist. The whole thing to 11 cm paragraph in a summer dress. Worth seeing. On the way she talks like a waterfall. From her last lover, the mistake of which he never listed … Actually, she only speaks to overplay her nervousness.

After less than an hour we reach the sex shop. Label with large letters to see good from the highway. Take a deep breath. “Do you want that really” I ask her. She hesitates briefly, not. Confirms to me that I am the best and that she never forgets me. When we enter the sex shop I notice that my knees are trembling. Unusual. At the reception, a woman sits, no longer young, high, the big breasts under the sweater clearly recognizable.

Iris nods to her, thinks they have already made calls. The lady does not, send us to cabin 6 and wish us a lot of fun. Of course, she does not take admission from women. At my questioning look, Iris only says: “I have a bet and wanted to be on the safe side. “My confusion is amused. Stunned I see them laughing until it becomes contagious and we both are giggling in the anteroom of a porn cinema. Next to us is a large, bald -shaved guy.

He has a nice grin on his face when he says: “I am Boris and there for you if there is a problem. And no, I don’t like women “. Slowly I’m curious about what story is actually behind it. We continue leisurely. A cinema hall, 6 rows, maybe 8 seats each. No woman, 8 or 10 guys, most of them with open pants. On the canvas a kneeling blonde with huge, dangling tits that can be fucked in the ass.

Badly played moan. We continue to the cabins, ignore the eyes of the two guys who noticed us. I see from the corner of the eye how one turns over to us, his erectated tail shows. The other only looks stamped at us, the faster jerks about it. Then a few cabins, the largest wears number six. The door is based, Iris opens it for us. A large screen. Carpet on the floor. The expected Kleenex donor filled.

Less grubby than expected. After we are in there, she locks the door, ignores my expectant look. I am excited to see what should happen now, what should be my role. On three of the walls I discover one flap each, not big, maybe 7 x 7 centimeters. Iris smiles at me, a little tortured. “Do you turn on the video program?“Self -explanatory technology, a bill, a clear menu navigation. I really want to watch porn here? Really now? I turn to Iris, looking for confirmation.

See how she pulls her dress over her head, only in black laundry and her heels stand in front of me. Smile. “I don’t want to take a look at the dress. Come on, look for something really ordinary. “I hesitate, feel uncomfortable. Thick women brutally fucked? Spermorgie? Again I look behind me. See how Iris opens the flap that shows in the direction of the left neighboring cabin. I didn’t notice whether the door was open or occupied. Tight stallion at the start, this will be our video program.

As soon as the system has swallowed my twenties, the first guy appears on the screen. Well built, burned brown, actually a worth seeing tail. Big, not huge. Visible veins, cropped. The first real cock appears before Iris. A little hesitant as if the owner was afraid of the unknown – he was able to see who goes into the cabin. The stallion begins to jerk off on the monitor, slowly, directly into the camera. Iris takes this as a model.

Grabs the tail in the flap. Push the foreskin back, back before. Licks over the stranger, jerks him. We both hear the moaning from the outside, even I can see how the tail thicker again, the foreskin hardly cover the glans. Iris grins, holds him in his hand while the guy moves, bumps back and forth, birds her hand. I have to laugh when Iris stretches out the tongue, just licking the tip with the tip.

It makes him horny. He gets faster, fucks her hand. At the same time, the guy accelerates on the monitor, lets his hand slide over his tail. The situation is surreal. Full of lust, both the guy on the monitor and that of the tail carrier, the Iris jerked. On the other hand, that has nothing to do with me. I sit in the cabin, watch it, perceive. Not that I would leave me cold, but so far it has nothing to do with me.

And then he sprays off. Directly on Iris’ tits. I see how his juice spreads on the black tip of her bra. Runs into the gap between her breasts, collects there. She looks at me, grins. I feel how I get wet, take the smell of the cum, together with your perfume. Actually it is too difficult for me to flower. In the narrow cabin it looks intrusive. Exactly suitable for the situation.

The splash has long been forgotten, Iris has closed the flap immediately after its rearing. She looks at me questioningly, waiting for my initiative. I don’t like, shake my head. It opens the next flap. Unsurprisingly, a hard cock pushes through the opening. The smell that accompanies it is surprising. Unwashed men in the custody in Summer smell so. I remember again, know why I only defend economic criminals. Iris warps his face, pushes it hard but directly back.

Closes the flap, ignores the fist that beats the cabin. Looks at me, twitches with the armpits. I can do better. The next flap is on my side. The opening of my opening is an erect link that pushes through the opening. The first thing I perceive is the smell. Herb, I recognize sandalwood, cinnamon, exoticism. The tail dark, foreign, in the right size. No monster tail, no cock. It lies well in my hand without me being able to remember when I touched it.

I feel his warmth as his blood pulsates. I move my hand gently. Feel it. Discover the stranger’s shaft. Lick over the glans to alleviate the friction of my fingers. I’m surprised when I notice that I like the taste. Kiss his glans. Let them slide between my lips. My rights around his shaft. Gently. A little before and back. My left admittedly between my thighs. Maybe a little bit. On the monitor, completely unnoticed, two guys who rub each other their monster tails.

I do not care. I let the tail grow in my hand. Feel how it gets harder, feel hot between my lips. Feel his movements. From the corner of the eye I see how Iris jerk the next cock. She takes both hands, seems to be a thicker one. I do not care. I like the smell of sandalwood, the taste of the tail in my mouth. Enjoy the feeling of his excitement. Likes how he reacts to my tongue, the taste of the first drop of pleasure.

He moves. Gently as if he didn’t want to ram his cock in my neck just. Use my fingernails to stimulate him while moving back and forth between my lips. And suddenly the time has come, it comes to him. His cream in my mouth. Warm. Well -known taste with a strange note as if he had eaten spices. The swallowing does not make a trouble, he injects a lot, but not too much. Finally he stays between my lips.

Slowly withdraws. He’s popping out of my mouth, to say goodbye I give him a kiss on his glans. I immediately close the flap. Nothing better is going on today. Both protagonists inject on the monitor at the same time. In an angle of my consciousness, I admire the directing performance. I feel the event for a moment. Then I turn my head, take Iris who obviously watches me. Smiled at me. All flaps are closed, it has another one sperm Between the breasts that dry slowly.

She looks at me and laughs: “I won my bet with that”. I am amusing my perplexed face. “I bet that I could get my lawyer to get a tail on one flap suck. “”. Great. Thanks. When I asked who the opponent was and what the mission only means, I would not know the betting opponent, maybe he would come as a client. And the use would be an ice cream from an ice cream parlor at the choice of the winner in Nuremberg.

Boris nods us when we go. We ignore the eyes of the men, we nod the girl at the reception when she grinned at us. When we arrive at your car we both can no longer laugh. she drives. I’m still laughing. It was – an experience. Not a bad. Lucky that I am the right cock caught have. On the way home I want to swell, then I feel that I am hungry.

That Iris pays the food is the least. I have some on the Bardolino, the only Italian in Nuremberg who brings my food under a clove. Iris is still grinning – and gives the restaurant as a goal in her navigation system.

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