John strolled through the roads of the pedestrian zone in Amsterdam. He had been sent here by his company for a congress about new financial regulations for banks like the one he worked for. It had been a boring conference and he cursed the financial crisis forced him to visit such boring events. Even worse, the T&E budget was cut down so much, he had to stay in a small hotel outside the city center and he could forget about going to expensive restaurants and bars in the evening as he did in the good old times.
As the congress ended on a Friday after Lunchtime, he decided to stay a bit longer, take a nice hotel down in the old town on his expenses, and fly back on Saturday evening. He intended to meet his daughter who studied here at the university, but when he called her earlier that day, she told him that she already had plans for today and couldn't meet him, but they agreed to meet at the airport before he left. Well, it was probably his fault to think a 19-year-old pretty girl would have time for her old dad on a Friday night when he asked her on such short notice. "Guess I am lucky my baby has some time for her old man on Saturday afternoon at least" he smiled, looking forward to meeting his blonde angel again after three months. She was a lovely young girl now, growing up rapidly and it made him sad when she told him she would go to Europe for six months to finish her first semester.
He had now arrived at the famous red light district of Amsterdam and decided to have a beer or two in one of the clubs and watch some girls dance topless. He was just about to enter a bar when he saw a little neon sign at the end of a small alley that blinked the words "Live Sex Show" into the night. He hesitated. When he was younger, he and his girlfriend visited a swinger club a couple of times and it always excited him beyond belief to watch other couples fuck " To be honest, he loved to watch his girlfriend being fucked by some stranger they didn't know. He remembered how he stroked his thick cock, watching them fuck, watching the sweaty bodies, listening to her moans and whimpers of lust and the man's groans and grunts when he was about to cum. A sound that always triggered his orgasm and made him shoot his thick white semen all over her face and breasts as the stranger unloaded his semen deeply into his girl's womb.
But now he was 45, a valued member of the management in the company, and had some reputation to lose. But the memories of the events in the swinger club were now back in his mind and he felt his cock stir at the mental picture of a couple losing themselves in the lust of their flesh. "Oh hell, " he thought, "It's not like I would run into somebody who knows me, 5000 miles from home." and slowly went down the alley, but not without looking over his shoulder as he did so.
He paid the entrance fee to the grumpy-looking old man at the entrance. "Funny," he thought, "I think the guys collecting the fee always look a bit grumpy. One should think they look more cheerful, as they most likely have free entrance to the shows now and then?"
He entered the bar, his eyes trying to adjust to the dim light in there. There were tables, arranged around the stage. Most tables had like two, some four chairs. The stage itself formed like a half circle and was lowered into the ground so that the table was separated from it by something that looked like an orchestra pit. But instead of an orchestra, there were bar stools in that pit, allowing customers to sit right next to the stage without blocking the views of those sitting at the table. Further in the back, he saw three booths with curtains, probably for the guests who wanted to watch the show with a little bit more privacy. The whole place looked a bit shabby and John thought that it probably had seen better days.
There were not many customers in the place but as the night was still young, that was to be expected. Two guys, already slightly drunk, were sitting at a table enjoying the show and one was sitting on a bar stool by the far end of the stage. On the other end of the place, facing the booth was a small bar with a blond guy behind it. He looked young, maybe 19, or 20 years old and he pretended to polish glasses while his eyes were fixed on what was happening on stage. John smiled, thinking that it looked as if it would be the first day on the job for the guy, and if he did not pay attention to the customer sitting at his bar trying to get his attention to order another drink, his last day as well.
John shifted his attention to the show on stage. There was a girl laying on a small bed, her back propped up against the headrest of it. She was blonde, maybe 20 years old and she was busy masturbating with quite a large dildo. Her legs were wide open, the heel of one foot pulled against her ass and she offered quite a generous look on her pussy lips that were stretched around the thick invader. John listened to her quick breathing and moans and slowly walked closer to have a better look. The dildo was shaped quite lifelike, with thick veins running along it, veins that pulled and tugged on her lips with every pull and push she did. He sat down at an empty table, his eyes now almost level with the bed on stage, and watched her show.
He soon felt a bit disappointed as her performance looked rather amateurish to him. The barkeeper came over to take his orders (probably using the opportunity to get closer to the stage) and John ordered a beer. He sipped his beer, watching her speed up her masturbation, her moans louder now and John wondered if she was faking her excitement or if the self fucking and squeezing of her firm young breasts really excited her. She was pinching and twisting a nipple with the fingers of her left hand as her other hand made the dildo fuck her with fast deep strokes. He noticed the slippery sheen on the plastic shaft and smiled, thinking that she probably had some fun too, and felt his cock swell a bit in his pants at the thought. He was pleasantly surprised to see more and more of the fake dick being pushed in her until she had almost all of its maybe 10 inches penetrating her.
