During the first few years of this century, I had the opportunity to visit the Paris Theater in Portland, Oregon. I had read many stories from other people's visits. What I experienced was beyond my imagination.

The Paris Theater was a traditional-style old-time downtown theater that had been converted to a porn theater. Standard theater seating, except for a roped-off couples-only section.

On this occasion, I entered the theater, and there were people in various seating areas. An older couple was seated in the open seating area, but they were mostly watching the movie. There was one couple in the roped-off area, and they were putting on a show while a bunch of guys stood along the rope.

The woman had removed her clothing and seated herself, reverse cowgirl, on her partner's hard cock. She ground into him and moved up and down along his shaft. She played with her nipples and her clits as she watched some of the men stroking their dicks in her honor.

She really enjoyed the attention and smiled as some of the watchers launched their tribute onto the floor. I am sure they wished she would move closer so they could decorate her beautiful body.

This went on for a little while until something dramatic changed the course of the night's events.

A tall, beautiful woman entered the theater with her man. She was wearing high heels and a grey trench coat. They immediately captured the attention of the theater's audience as she walked around the room. Eventually, she and her guy made their way back to the couple's section and took their seats.

They watched the other couple for a little while, and it was starting to look like she was just there to observe. Then... it all changed.

She stood up again, opened it, and then removed the trench coat. Underneath the coat, she wore a white lacy push-up bra that completely displayed her C-cup breasts and pointy nipples. Down south, she had a garter and white stockings... and that was all. She showed off her VERY valuable assets to the entire room.

You could have heard a pin drop as she stood there, taking in the admiration of the 15-20 guys who were standing around the roped area. Then, she reached into the pocket of her trench coat and pulled out... knee pads. GAME ON!

She strapped on the pads and approached one of the guys standing along the rope line. She encouraged him to fondle her for a few minutes and then dropped to her knees.

The blonde bombshell reached for his crotch and began rubbing his cock through his jeans. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled out a hard cock.

She quickly went to work, licking, sucking, head bobbing, deep throating, ball licking, and generally working the luckiest man in the world over.

The guy didn't last long and quickly deposited her reward into her awaiting mouth. She smiled, swallowed, and said, "Next!"

She repeated the process over and over, and the guys moved along the line to approach her. She would let the guys touch her breasts, but not her shaved pussy.

I ended up being her fifth "victim." I must say she was a sight to behold, kneeling on her pads with her breasts on display. I now knew they were firm breasts, and they filled my hands. Her nipples were hard enough to cut my palms.

She looked me dead in the eyes, unzipped my shorts, and pulled out my cock. She started licking around the head and along the shaft. She licked my balls for a bit before moving north to circle my head with her lips.

Then, in one motion, she dove onto my cock until her nose pressed into my groin. I felt her tongue swirling around in her mouth until suddenly, it snaked out and began licking my balls again.

She was a master cocksucker if I ever met one.

I started thinking about baseball scores and the current state of political affairs -- anything to prolong this excellent work this lady was performing.

Alas, all too soon, I held her head and made my deposit.

She looked up and said, "Thank you."

She was truly an angel walking, or kneeling, on the Earth.

She moved on to the next person and the next, taking breaks from time to time to stand up, move around, and drink some water. Before continuing, she would increase the excitement level by running her hands over her body, tweaking her erect nipples, stroking her clit, and getting the men worked up for the next round.

Then, it was back to the line where she would let those nearby touch, fondle, and caress her body before dropping back to her knees -- still protected by her pads.

She continued her art until every guy who wanted her had the opportunity to experience her talent.

Then, suddenly, she stood up and removed the knee pads. Said goodnight and walked out of our lives.

The other couple sitting in the roped-off area had stopped their show to watch the beauty before them. As she left, they decided to resume their show, which had been upstaged.

On any other night, they would have been the center of attention. They were, once again, the object of lust and desire of the men who remained in the theater.

She dropped to her knees and began her own display of authority as a sex object. She took him into her mouth and started aggressively sucking his cock until, finally, he got his relief and launched ropes of cum onto her face and tits. She climbed back into her chair, cleaned off her face with her fingers, and sucked them clean.

She then launched her fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit until she achieved her own release.

The Paris Theater never disappoints, and it certainly did not on this night.

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The Paris Theater was truly a gift to those who love the sexual encounters afforded by porn theater sex. I visited about four or five times over the next couple of years when I was in town. Every time it was different, but it never failed to disappoint.

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