Art-House Research Study
******
******
It was a few weeks ago on an impulse my partner, Helena, and I decided to take a few days away from what I suppose are 'high-pressure jobs' and take a weekend break in Amsterdam. I work in finance in the city which pays well but, I have to admit, the job is a bore. Helena is a senior researcher working in a university psychology department; studying human behavior, I have never been too sure what that means but she is open-minded and forever interested in what people get up to in their daily lives, Indeed, she is regarded as some kind of expert in the field and she has written and published quite a few scientific research papers summarizing her findings on different aspects of the subject which have been well-received by academia.
We both frankly find that our work does get all too much for the pair of us from time to time and it comes to a head when we need to force ourselves to take time off and relax… albeit that Helena never seems able to fully switch off her inquisitive mind.
For me relaxation comes in the form of photography, I love to wander the streets taking pictures of, well, almost anything. Helena, not so much, she is a bit more Bohemian, more culturally inclined and her delight is to visit Art Galleries or, her favorite when she can find it, 'Art House' cinema where she can view avant-garde movies; Amsterdam promised to serve both our interests.
A short flight from Gatwick and soon after landing we were checking into our hotel and taking ourselves off to 'explore the sights' knowing that we only had a couple of days in which to do so. Helena's intention was to go and visit the Rijksmuseum which was a bit of a walk from where we were staying and I, well, I was just planning to wander the streets and 'do my photo-taking thing'. However, once out of our hotel for both of us, it was a huge disappointment to find that the skies had become overcast and that rain was threatening to spoil our plans.
"No matter," we said, "let's make the best of it and we'll meet up later and compare notes." So, we checked the map and our travel guide and identified a restaurant where we could do just that.
We parted and with the rain beginning to fall and went our separate ways. I had only gone a few streets when I saw a poster for the Rijksmuseum which had an overlay sticker that apologized for the museum being closed for the weekend in anticipation of a new exhibition that was being prepared. 'Oh dear, Helena, what will you do about that?' was my thought.
For myself, it was not such a bad situation for I am of the opinion that the addition of rain and weather can apply its own kind of beauty to a photograph but as time went by that theory was tested when the rain began to get heavier and I began to fear for the well-being of my expensive camera, conceding that water and electronics are not a good mix. I tucked the camera back inside its bag and zipped it up deciding to find shelter where I could wait hopefully for the rain to pass. It was then that I found that I was approaching Kanaalstraat, the Red Light District where, I understood, prostitution and everything and anything relating to sex had been elevated to some kind of art form… and all legal under Dutch law. Brothels, Peep Shows, sex cinemas, Gay bars, 'dungeons' where willing participants could indulge in whatever it was they fancied, it was all there (according to the brochure that I had seen), and did I mention, it was all legal?! "Hmm, this could be interesting," I thought as I passed over the threshold.
I joined the parade of other interested tourists and punters and delighted in the imaginative window displays where ladies belonging to a certain genre were displaying their charms. There were signs up that discouraged the taking of photographs which was a disappointment as the subject matter was certainly of great interest to me but, no matter, I continued along the street delighting in the images that I was storing in my mind of the window displays; the sex shops and other establishments that catered for one thing and one thing only, sexual satisfaction. I found it thrilling and even more so because of the blatant way in which everything was presented, with not a hint of embarrassment or apology for catering to mankind's most basic needs.
However, despite such philosophical musings there was no denying that the rain, rather than abating, was getting heavier and I took the brave decision of ducking inside the doors of a 'Sex Kino' where, if nothing else, I figured I could escape the downpour and hopefully dry off. As I went through the doorway I spied the kiosk ahead where at the head of a short queue a lady had just bought her ticket. She disappeared through the curtain into the 'auditorium' and I advanced and taking my turn in the queue of guys who had the same idea as me, bought a ticket from the scantily-clad usherette seated inside the kiosk. Full of curiosity I parted the curtain and went inside.
After being illuminated by the garish neon signs for which Kanaalstraat was famous, I found the interior of the cinema to be almost pitch dark and it took a few moments before I couldn't see a thing in front of me so I stood for a while at the back wall of the room to allow my eyes accustom to the gloom. Soon I saw that there were only a few rows of seats facing the screen of which the back row of 4 was occupied. Other rows had an odd space or two as did the front row which had a few that were empty. I walked down and folded the padded seat of one and sat down and settled back to enjoy the show.
I glanced around at the rest of the audience and most of them were concentrating on the screen where a movie was playing of a young girl being fucked by a group of black well-hung men with cum splashing around. I had to admit that it was quite an energetic and erotic performance. I glanced to my right and I was a little taken aback to see that my neighbor had his pants open and was playing with his erect cock without any shame and in a way that was visible to all who might look in his direction. The combination of seeing and hearing what was happening on the screen at the same time as being in close proximity to someone actually playing with his stiff cock made the scenario seem even more arousing and I felt my own penis begin to stiffen and tent my pants.
As my eyes became accustomed to the gloom I was able to see that my wanking neighbor was not alone. On his other side, I could make out that there was the female who had bought her ticket ahead of me who was also taking great interest in both the action on the screen and what the guy alongside her was doing. She leaned over to presumably get a closer look at what our neighbor was doing and as she did so she looked up and caught my gaze; oh my God, it was Helena.
She seemed to be unfazed that I was in her company. Indeed, she gave me a welcoming smile and beckoned me to come and sit on the empty seat alongside her. The wanking neighbor (WN) grunted his disapproval as I stumbled past him to take up her invitation, I wasn't sure what to say to her other than, "What are you doing in here?"
"The Rijksmuseum wasn't open."
"I know but why are you here?"
"I thought this was a cinema."
"Yeah, well it is but not your kind of cinema I would have thought."
"Well, I didn't know that until I got in, did I? Anyway, what are you doing in here, I thought you wanted to take pictures?"
Our discussion was interrupted when the WN hissed, "Will you two shut the fuck up and watch the film!"
Suitably chastised I whispered, "We'll speak about it later. Watch the film."
Helena sat back and concentrated on the screen and apparently it turned her on because a moment later she started rubbing her hand in my crotch and when she felt my stiffening reaction she opened my zipper and put her hand inside and fumbled around to locate what she suspected was the cause of my discomfort. I decided to help her, undoing my belt and it wasn't long before she freed my cock from its awkward position and began to gently tug at my by-now impressive erection.
Then it was the turn of WN to take his eyes away from the screen and with one hand still stroking his cock he cheekily started rubbing against her leg with his free hand. Helena didn't object at this interruption which he took as approval for him to put his hand completely on her leg and he started stroking her from knee to hip pushing the hem of her skirt up a little more with each stroke. She liked that and decided to make it easier for him and turned slightly in his direction and opened her legs slightly.
Emboldened, he then put his hand over Helena's and pulled her arm slightly in his direction; clearly an invitation for her to stroke him which she was quite happy to do so he let go of his cock. She was already stroking mine so when Helena grabbed his she now had an erect cock in each hand.
With both hands free, the unknown man was now able to start exploring Helena's body, apparently not at all fussed by my presence although he must have been aware that in some way we were connected. His hand wandered over her breasts and he quickly found the buttons of her blouse which he expertly unbuttoned. In next to no time my sweetheart sat with her blouse wide open with her bra clearly visible. He noticed, as I did, that it was fastened by a front clasp and with a swift move he unclipped the closure of the bra which freed her gorgeous tits and enabled him to touch her directly. Helena sighed her approval and turned a little more towards him and released her hold on my cock which left it sticking up with pre-cum dribbling down its length.
WN moved his head slightly forward and now, hands-free, he was able to lift her tits and he started sucking on both her nipples alternately. I also being hands-free decided to get a little more involved and in turn I opened the zipper on the side of Helena's skirt. I had no problem with it and when I started to pull the skirt down, she raised her butt slightly so that I could pull the skirt down and over her ankles to slide it off her feet. WN and I both mouthed our approval of the sight of her now only wearing a small thong as an obstacle. He was quicker than I in shifting his attention to Helena's crotch and it was easy for him to push aside the small piece of cloth and slip a few fingers into Helena's no doubt soaking wet slit. Once again she gave out a moan that confirmed my suspicions and her feelings. It was this sound that caused the men in the row behind us to realize that something was going on other than the porno movie. A few of them curiously leaned forward so as not to miss anything of the spectacle of Helena being finger-fucked.
The guy who had been setting behind Helena emboldened stood up and quickly dropped his pants, causing a well-sized cock to spring forward. He took a step forward so that his hard cock protruded over the back of Helena's seat and due to her position it nestled alongside her face, the fat cock head against her cheek. She didn't hesitate for a moment, turned her head, and willingly opened her wet lips and I saw the knob disappear into her mouth. He pushed a bit and with his balls now resting on her chin he helpfully put his hand on her head to support her and then slowly began to make fucking movements. I watched in wonder as a few moments later I heard him grunt and, surely not so soon, his spunk dribbled out of her mouth as he orgasmed. (I knew from experience she was very good at this sort of thing but I prided myself on making it last a bit longer than this poor chap!)
She let the still spurting cock slip out of her mouth which released and allowed the breathless fellow to slump back in his seat before turning her full attention back to WN, her temporary neighbor. She got up and, still facing the screen where the young girl was just about to receive her fourth load of cum, turned to straddle him. With one smooth move, she quickly pulled her panties aside and with her back to him lowered herself over his hard cock which he was helpfully holding at just the right angle, with no effort whatsoever it disappeared into her wet pussy. The man then reached around her body, cupped her breasts, and assisted her up and down rhythmic movements which were more or less in time with the action on the screen as the young porn actress continued to follow whatever counted for a plot of a gang-bang movie.
I was enthralled by being so close to the action. I knew Helena to be a bit of a 'wild child' and could be quite uninhibited but this behavior was quite outrageous even by her standards. However, I also knew her to be quite articulate and would doubtless have a convincing excuse as to why she was acting like a complete slut so, not wishing to make any protest or interrupt her obvious pleasure, I continued to stroke my rampant cock.
In the row behind me, there was movement and I turned to see the companion of the man who had just been sucked off by Helena struggle to his feet and leave his seat to come around to stand in front of her. He unzipped and holding his open trousers with his right hand he grabbed Helena's head with his left and pushed his erect cock forward and for the second time, she had a stranger's penis disappear into her mouth. I got the impression she wasn't quite sure which cock she should be concentrating her efforts on for she now had two holes filled which must have been confusing for her but her dilemma didn't last long though because the man she was riding started moaning and obviously couldn't last much longer. Helena continued, to ride him just like a horse and the cock in her pussy made sopping noises in time with her up and down movements. Clearly whatever she was doing was just the right thing for within a few seconds the man froze and with a sigh, he spurted the content of his balls deep into her cunt. As he did so she was fingering herself and I'm guessing the swelling and squirting cock caused her to have a violent orgasm of her own which was followed a few seconds later by the man who was face-fucking her to shoot his cum deep in her mouth.
Most of his seed was swallowed by her but some dripped from her mouth and dribbled down her chin onto her breasts and the hands of the man she was seated upon who was still holding them. The other guy who she had just sucked pulled his softening cock out of her mouth and quickly pulled up his trousers and with a caress of his hand over her cheek (which I took to be a way of saying 'thank you') he then disappeared towards the exit.
Helena stood up from her guy's lap and with a sucking sound his cock fell out of her creamy cunt. Although I was seated to one side and it was still quite gloomy in the cinema, I couldn't fail to see a thick stream of cum dripping from her pussy, down her legs which together with the action still continuing on the screen in front of her made for a wonderful horny sight. Together with the cum on her breasts she looked just like the porn star in the movie and for me that was an irresistible sight.
She saw me looking at her, took my outstretched hand and I pulled her to me, and let her take the same position on my lap as she had just before with the unknown man. My bursting cock disappeared into her sopping pussy and I could feel warm, slippery cum running the full length of my cock. I didn't give it any thought that she had just been impregnated by someone else and not even a minute before I added my own donation deep inside her cunt, three ejaculations from three different men within 5 minutes.
She lifted herself off with more spunk now dibbling down between her thighs and flopped back into her own seat. She looked a mess so I pulled up my trousers and staggered off to the washroom to hopefully find and get some tissues for her. Success, I found some but on return I was a little annoyed to find that she had attracted a couple of men who were busy massaging her breasts whilst others were standing close by wanking their cocks no doubt hoping that they could one way or another add to the mess. She looked on at them bemusedly as I gave Her the tissues with which she wiped between her legs and then some fresh cum on her tits which had just been added by one of her new admirers.
I suggested that now might be a good time for us to leave and, under protest and grumbling from the men present, she stood up and found her clothes and dressed. As we left the cinema we had a nice surprise when the scantily-clad usherette who had issued the ticket insisted Helena having her money refunded. She said it was company policy that when lady patrons provided additional entertainment in the manner that Helena had just done that it was only fair to recognise the added value that her presence had provided!
We walked outside where it had become dark. With the rain still tipping down (and us giggling all the while recalling what we had just experienced) we retreated away from the garish neon-lit Kanaalstraat and made our way back to our hotel. When we got there, cold and soaking wet, the priority was to run a bath and then to luxuriate in soaking up the warmth and to wash away the evidence of our exertions in the cinema. It was a nice way to relax with the two of us marvelling at our willingness to being involved in such a blatant show of depravity.
Helena was quite non-plussed about what we/she had done. Indeed, before we went out to eat she insisted that she needed a little time to make notes about what we had been involved with so she found her laptop and did just that. She explained that she needed to ensure that some aspects were not forgotten; that she needed to record some details of what she had experienced for the visit to the cinema had provided her with the topic of her next field of study. She said that having witnessed what predatory males could be capable of in the 'real world' was a revelation and the experience had fired her up to explore what the underlying psychological causes of such behaviour could be.
We sat on the sofa, still naked, and she asked if I would be willing to assist her in her studies, a request to which, of course, I agreed. She smiled and tapped away at the keyboard and said, "Right, you can start right away by helping me with this report … can you remember the title of the movie that was playing?!"
That was not the help that I thought she was seeking. Indeed, I had to disappoint her and say that I hadn't watched the credits and didn't know. "Hmm, pity, I wanted to see if I could get the university to purchase a copy to add to my research material." No matter, I'm sure there must be similar videos in the same genre. I'll have to check if there are other art house cinemas specializing in that sort of thing when we get home."
The very thought of her repeating what she was busily recording on her laptop caused me to rise to the occasion. She looked up and saw my erection. "Hmm, you have just reminded me of something else I wanted to explore!"
*******
We were a little delayed in going out to eat but on the whole it made for a wonderful evening that was added to the other experiences we had on our away-weekend to a most agreeable European city. We have already decided that the visit is worth repeating and a bonus for me is that Helena is insistent that in future I assist her in her on-going researches into the topic of male predatory sexual behaviour in the world of Art-house cinema.
Since we've been home she has had the approval from the university to further her researches. She has obviously been busy already for she has already identified the next 'research site' and has asked me to make arrangements for us to visit the Reeperbahn in Hamburg. Apparently the area provides similar centres of entertainment to those we found in Amsterdam.
As they say, it's a tough job but somebody has to do it!
*******
