Doc here, man who some say is never intimidated by a moose or a squirrel, with a great Flash Report from regular contributor D.B. Cooper.
In this report, D.B. hits The Oregon Theater, and has filed this report.
Take it away, D.B...
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Doctor Lizardo,
Despite the weekend starting with remembrances and anniversaries having nothing to do with this thing of ours, the Oregon Theater was a hub of activity.
My journey there started with flags heralding the arrival of a number of trannies, as well as a couple. By the time I got there, the couple, who had wanted to play with another, had left, leaving no less than six gurls, of various shades of sexiness. As usual, the evening started slow.
But not uneventful. The first couple came in, older, Hispanic, semi-regulars, who enjoyed playing with a few men through the gloryholes. The second couple came in less than an hour later. They were the every sexy L and her husband B, whom I have written before in my last dispatch. They settled into their routine after taking a few minutes to catch up with J and the usual crowd in the lobby. The third couple came in shortly after that. They were in their early to mid forties, average, but once inside, they headed to the nearest couch and a pile of men, once she indicated she was taking on all comers, descended upon them.
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Not that that there was nothing was going on. Quite frankly, I wasn't in the mood. That mood that strikes when, despite the presence of willing ladies, you're looking for something special. I settled in, helping Jessica separate out the ropes of condoms they supply at the theater, when they walked in. The Sex Pastor, and the lovely Miss R. Needless to say, that helped stir my cock to attention as we exchanged warm greetings, and hugs. They entered the theater to get a lay of the land, before moving on to enjoy a cigarette with Jessica.
Upon their return, they settled down into the couples section with John, a theater regular (and friend of the show HA!!!) and the lovely R immediately began to suck cock. Both John and The Sex Pastor took turns occupying R's mouth and pussy, and with every stroke, R just got hotter and more insatiable. I don't think I'm out of line to say that R, despite this being only hr second time here is hooked on this thing of ours. Her moans, body language and attitude made my cock spring to full attention, and stay that way.
The gathering Penis Gallery made being a spectator a challenge, so I moved around the theater to check out the other action. The woman taking on all comers was still going strong. She was hot, sweaty, covered with who knows what, and completely happy to be getting finger banged as she sucked off one of the trannies. After coming, she fell back onto the couch to catch her breath and get the strength back in her legs, before a willing cocksman, saddled up and began to pound her willing pussy again.
I might have taken a turn except I noticed the Penis Gallery had moved away from R and upon returning to the Couple's Section, found her being mounted by another willing cock as she lay on her back. The moans coming from her betrayed the fact she was having a great time. Her new suitor was finishing up as I was waved into the Couple's Section. She smiled as I approached, and I knew I was in for a fun time. She said she needed a break, and I left to give them their space.
For the record, Tri-Met, the public transit system here in Portland is responsible for more blue balls than all the mothers-in-law in existence combined. I looked at the clock in the lobby and realized that if I wanted to make it home before dawn, I was going to have to leave, and sadly forgo the talents and warn embrace of the lovely Miss R.
Was it the hottest night at the OT ever? No. Was it a waste of time? It never is when you are lovingly shackled to this thing of ours.
With a Suitcase Full of Twenties,
D.B. Cooper
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Doc here again... Many thanks to regular contributor D.B. Cooper for another great report from deep inside Portland's Oregon Theater. Keep them coming, D.B.!
Thanks,
Doc
