Future of Porn

I no longer remember the exact date this happened, nor do I know exactly where it happened, but I remember the event itself with great clarity. If that sounds implausible, let me explain.

I had gone to the Netherlands (Holland) to research travel stories about Amsterdam and Rotterdam. I flew from Phoenix, Arizona to Amsterdam and was nearly exhausted by the time I got to my hotel room. Once there, I showered, and then napped for an hour. When I awoke, I called Jan van Gough. I had collaborated with Jan online for more than a year, but I had not met him in person.

After we had talked a bit, Jan suggested that I go to dinner with him, and then go to a club for a few drinks and a chance to get to know one another. As tired as I was, I begged off for that night, but agreed to go with him the next evening.

Jan arrived at my hotel promptly at 6:00 PM and called me from the front desk to say that he would meet me in the hotel’s bar for a drink, and then would take me to dinner. Five minutes later, I met Jan in the lounge and had a Grolsch beer while we got acquainted.

Jan, at fifty-five, is an amazingly fit man. As we talked, he told me that he plays soccer every weekend on the senior’s team for the village in which he lives. His blond hair is showing signs of grey, but he is nevertheless a man of such good looks that several of the women in the lounge eyed him with hunger in their eyes.

After we finished our beers, Jan took me to a restaurant that features food from Indonesia. The curried fish and rice I had was quite different from the Indian curry I am so fond of. The addition of coconut milk gave it a pleasantly sweet taste that in no way clashed with the heat of the spices that give good curry its fire.

As we talked, Jan and I discovered that we share a strong interest in erotica. As a result, Jan asked if I had ever been to one of Holland’s sex clubs. I hadn’t; that was actually my first visit to the country, so Jan asked if I would like to visit one.

We finished our dinner, and then got in Jan’s Porsche to go to the club he had told me about. The club is not in Amsterdam, but is in one of the nearby communities. Don’t ask me which one; I was so interested in just looking at the barges on the canals, and at the Dutch architecture that I paid no attention to which roads we took, or where we went. I could not go back there on my own if I tried. Nevertheless, after about a forty-five minute drive, we arrived at a magnificent home on the outskirts of a town. The building had to have been built during the first quarter of the nineteenth century, and must have been the home of a wealth merchant, or perhaps even a member of the royalty. It had seen better days, but was still an impressive structure.

Jan told me its grounds were much shrunk from what they had been, even when he was a boy, but to me they were still large, almost park like.

When we entered, a gorgeous girl about nineteen met us. She wore only a black apron trimmed with white lace, and a little lace cap. The apron barely covered her ample, firm breasts, and was so short that a few tufts of blond hair peeked out from beneath it. When she turned to lead us into the main sitting room, her bare butt and long, well turned legs made me wish I were a much younger man.

In the main sitting room, the girl took us over to a couple of overstuffed chairs near the fireplace and asked if we would like something to eat or drink. Jan turned to me and asked, “Do you like Pernod?”

“Yes, I do. I don’t get to drink it often, however. Most Americans have no idea what it is, and it’s not available in most of our bars.”

Turning to the girl, he then said, “Hanelore, please bring Mr. Jacquekov a tall Pernod in water, and bring me my usual.”

“Yes, Herr van Gough,” She replied and disappeared through a side door. As she left, Jan turned to me and said, “Eukan, this is one of my country’s most delightful bordellos. The staff is courteous and always discrete. It is a private club, and the board of governors tightly controls membership. Were you not my guest, you would not have been allowed to enter.”

“Does the young lady, Hanelore, know all of the members by name?”

“Oh yes. So do all of the other staff members.”

Just then, Hanelore returned with our drinks.

I took mine, waited until Jan had his in his hand and had dismissed Hanelore, and raised my glass; “To your health,” I said.

Jan returned the toast and we began to sip our drinks. As we did so, Jan resumed the conversation he had begun before the drinks arrived.

“We have some very entertaining live shows in the theater. If you wish, we can watch one. We also have a number of girls who can satisfy any sexual desire you have. Not all of them perform the bizarre acts that a few of our members want, but a couple of the women specialize in such things. Also, some of our members are voyeurs, so the club has several rooms arranged so that those who wish to can go into a darkened passageway and look through a one-way mirror to watch couples on the other side having sex.”

“Do the couples who are being watched know they are being watched?”

“I’m sure they know that they may be, but they never know for sure.”

“Doesn’t that put a damper on their performance?”

“No; not really. The men who request those rooms tend to be exhibitionists, and I suspect that they relish the idea that they may have an audience.”

“How does one know which girls are available for sex?”

“They are all available. That is a condition of being employed here.”

“Can a girl refuse a request for her service?”

“Oh yes. If a member asks for a sex act that the girl feels is too dangerous, or too degrading, she can politely refuse, and perhaps suggest to the man that he ask one of the girls who she knows provides that kind of service.”

“Are there any women members of the club?”

“Certainly. They have the same privileges as the male members.”

“Are the male staff members required to provide sex to the female members in the same way as the female staff is required to serve the male members?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Do male and female members ever have sex with one another.”

“If they are both agreeable to it.”

“Hmmmm. I would say that being a member here is quite a rewarding privilege.”

“Yes, it is. However, it also carries an obligation.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Since AIDs and herpes have become so common, all of our members are required to have a medical exam before they are accepted for membership, and are pledged to not have sex with anyone outside our club. We want everyone here, both members and staff, to feel safe in the knowledge that they will not become infected while having un-protected sex.”

“What about pregnancy?”

“All of our female employees take birth control pills, and as for our women members, they are either on the pill, or can request that their partner wear a condom.”

“You said all members must be screened before being accepted. I haven’t been screened.”

“That’s right, and I’m sorry, but you cannot have sex with any of our staff, or any of our female members until you do pass the medical exam and are accepted into membership by the board of governors.”

“That’s disappointing, but I can see the logic behind it. May I watch one or more of the live shows?”

“I was hoping you would want to. Please follow me into the theater.”

Jan led me from the sitting room down a hallway lined with magnificent oil paintings, all of which showed people engaged in various forms of licentious activity. At the end of the hall, we passed through a curtained doorway into a dimly lit room in which a dozen tables were arranged around a horseshoe shaped stage in such a way that everyone at each table had a unobstructed view of the performance on the stage.

A stunningly beautiful Eurasian girl greeted us as we stepped into the room.

“Good evening Herr van Gough; good evening sir.”

“Good evening Greta. This is Mr. Eukan Jacquekov. Mr. Jacquekov is a colleague of mine from the United States. He’s here to write some travel articles for a magazine in the US.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, sir. Are you going to be here very long?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ll be here no more than a month.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy the time you will be here. Would you like something while you watch the next performance?”

Jan looked at me as if to ask what I would like. Taking the clue, I said “I would like another Pernod and a little something light to eat so that the alcohol doesn’t make me tipsy.”

Jan then said, “The food sounds like a good idea. Please bring us one of Elka’s snack trays, and I’ll have my usual drink.”

“Right away, Herr van Gough.”

We seated ourselves at one of the tables at the rounded end of the stage. The stage was not very high, little more than a raised platform about two feet higher than the room floor. On it was a round bed. At the opposite end of the stage wine colored velvet curtains hid the back-stage area. A bank of loud speakers were tastefully hidden behind cloth panels on either side of the stage. The panels were decorated with airbrushed scenes that set an erotic mood without being so busy that they would distract the audience from the activity on stage.

As Greta returned with our food and drinks, a drum roll came from the speakers, the curtain parted at the end of the stage and a muscular nude man came on stage. He looked like a weight lifter or wrestler. His biceps and his thighs were massive and bulging. His abdomen was a washboard of muscle. His long penis lay sleeping on a blond haired scrotum containing a pair of testicles that any bull would have been proud to have.

By now, the other tables in the room were also occupied. I was surprised to see at least half a dozen women present. More surprising was the fact that nearly everyone was nude. Jan and I looked quite out of place sitting there in our business suits.

The nude body builder stepped to the front of the stage and began to speak. He spoke in Dutch, but Jan translated for me.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight’s presentation. Tonight the beautiful Helene will present a solo performance on the skin flute accompanied by the music of Rampal. Please welcome the lovely Helene.”

The curtain parted again and out stepped the most beautiful black girl I have ever seen. She was tall, perhaps five foot six and had firm, conical 36D breasts, a narrow waist above a pear shaped 37 inch ass supported by beautifully curved slender legs. Her pubic hair was trimmed so that short, tightly coiled spirals of coal black only partially hid the coffee color of her mons and labia major. The head of her clitoris poked tantalizingly out at the top of her slit.

Applause rippled through the room. Helene strutted across the stage to stand beside Mr. Bodybuilder. She curtsied, smiled, and dropped to her knees as the strains of flute music filled the room.

She took Mr. Bodybuilder’s flaccid eight-inch penis in her hand, held it lightly, slid the foreskin back to bare the mushroom shaped glans, and lightly kissed the little lips of his pee hole.

Then her bright pink tongue darted between her lips and danced across the head of the man’s penis. Her touch was delicate and followed precisely the rhythm of Rampal’s flute playing. Mr. Bodybuilder’s penis began to lengthen and grow thicker. Soon it was easily ten inches long, maybe more, and nearly two inches in diameter.

As soon as it was fully erect, Helene began stimulating its length with her lips, tongue and teeth.

Let me tell you, my own penis is no where as large as Mr. Bodybuilders, but it was a hell of a lot harder, and was leaking so much pre-cum that I had a dark wet spot on my trousers near the zipper. Thankfully, it was where my suit jacket covered it when I stood. Damn, I wanted to trade places with that blond Adonis.

You will have to imagine what Helene did; I cannot begin to describe the virtuosity she showed as she played his skin flute to the strains of Rampal’s music. It was fascinating to see the contrast between his tannish pink penis with its plum purple glans and blond pubic hair against her coffee colored face and raven black hair. And, meijn Gott, when she took his massive tool into her mouth. A snake would have had difficulty swallowing his cock, but Helene, somehow, took its entire length and nuzzled her nose into his blond pubic mat.

I’ll have to give Mr. Bodybuilder his due. He lasted a hell of a lot longer than I would have, and longer than probably 90% of the men I know. But, when he let go…

Helene had removed his penis from her mouth. She must have felt a change in it that told her he was about to come, or perhaps he signaled her in some way that I missed, but anyway, she took it out of her mouth, licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, and slid her hand along its length twice. Then that monster erupted like a volcano. Ropes of white semen spattered across her face. It coated her nose, cheeks, and lips and dripped from her chin onto her breasts.

She licked her lips to clear the semen from them, and then engulfed his cock head for another powerful suck to get the last of his ejaculate from him.

They had timed his orgasm perfectly. She removed his flagging dick from her mouth and stood to join hands with him and bow to the audience just as the last strains of flute music died and was replaced by the applause of the audience.

No, don’t ask me what piece of Rampal’s music was played for their performance. I’m not a music fan and wouldn’t have known it was Rampal playing had Mr. Bodybuilder not said it would be when he introduced Helene to the crowd.

There was a brief intermission during which Jan told me that Mr. Bodybuilder’s name was Hans, and that he and Helene would return in about an hour for a display of erotic gymnastics on the bed that was on the stage.

Greta came by and asked if we wanted more to drink. Our plate of snacks was still almost as full as it had been when she brought it to us. I was beginning to feel the effects of the Pernod I had drunk and declined another one. Jan also said he had had enough for a while. When Greta left, I turned to Jan and asked where the men’s room was.

“I have to go too; follow me.”

We returned to our table just as a fanfare announced that it was time for the next performance.

Two women who were in their mid-twenties came on stage. They were dressed in traditional Dutch costumes: wooden shoes, striped cotton hose, flaring blue skirts overlain by white aprons that strained to cover the bulging tits that filled their blouses. And of course, they wore the traditional little lace caps on their blond heads.

After bowing to the audience, they did a short little clog dance that made the room reverberate to the tapping of their shoes against the wooden floor of the stage. When their dance ended, they embraced and glued their lips together in a hot, open mouthed kiss.

While they played tongue tag, they began undressing one another. It was one hell of a strip tease. Their movements were perfectly choreographed to the music playing on the sound system.

That tease lasted perhaps five minutes. As they stripped one another, they caressed and kissed each body part they bared. Then, when they had only their striped, knee length hose on, they tumbled onto the bed that was on the stage and began the hottest lesbian lovemaking I’ve ever witnessed.

They kissed deeply. They sucked one another’s nipples. They fingered one another’s muffs. They sixty-nined. Finally they brought their groins together in a troibadistic coupling that left no doubt in anyone’s mind that they were truly enjoying grinding their vulva together. The sound of their wet pussies sliding together as they humped and ground could be heard throughout the room. They achieved orgasm at the same moment. Their screams of pain/pleasure made the hair stand on the back of my neck.

When they finished, I discovered that I no longer had just a dark spot caused by the leakage of pre-cum; my shorts were full of come, and it was a sticky mess all over my belly. Damn! Those two had given such a show that I had come in my pants, and had not even touched my cock. During the intermission, I returned to the restroom, went into a stall and used several sheets of toilet tissue to sop up the mess on my belly and in my shorts.

When I got back to our table, Jan had re-ordered drinks for us, but this time he had ordered cognac for both of us. Just as we finished toasting one another’s health, Hans and Helene returned to the stage, which had been set to look like an apartment bedroom. Both were dressed in casual street clothes.

Their dialog was in Dutch so I won’t try to tell you what the small talk they engaged in was, but after a moment of mock arguing, Hans (Mr. Bodybuilder) grabbed Helene and kissed her forcefully. At first, she struggled against him, and even managed to plant a stinging slap on his cheek.

He was too strong for her, however, and before long she quit struggling and began to melt under his impassioned attack. All of this was taking place to specially selected music that set the mood of the skit perfectly. It was as if the music had been especially composed for them in the same way movie mood music is composed to underscore and emphasize the action on the screen.

Before long, both were nude. Hans was fully erect. Helene’s nipples were stiff and standing our proudly form the silver dollar size areolas of her breasts.

In their first skit, Helene’s clitoris had been visible between her labia major. Now it stood out prominently. It’s head was smooth and hard.

Both Hans and Helene were breathing hard as they went through a wide array of foreplay exercises on the big round bed. The kissed passionately. They stroked one another’s bodies paying special attention to their buttocks and genitals. They went down on one another. At one point, Helene even stuck one of her long, erect nipples into the pre-cum slobbering mouth of Hans’ cock as if to fuck him with it.

“Stop teasing me. Put it in me. Fuck me!” or something like that, Helene screamed in Dutch.

Hans picked her up and lifted her off the bed. He told her to kneel on the floor. When she did, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up and out, placing one on either side of his hips. She was in a wheel barrow position now, supported only by her hands on the floor, her arms out stretched to keep her head off the floor.

Hans moved in. His cock head pushed between her slick labia and into her cunt. They fucked like that for a couple of moments with Helene walking on her hands around the stage so that the people at every table could see Hans’ long pale penis sliding in and out of her dark cunt.

Next, Hans again put her up on the bed and for thirty minutes, they fucked in so many different positions that I lost track of all of them. Not one of the positions they used was the old missionary position, nor even the standard doggy position. Each required a degree of gymnastics that made me marvel at his strength and her limberness.

They finished with Helene on top of Hans and positioned so that her pussy was in clear view of the audience.

I never saw the video camera, but one with a telephoto lens was trained on their genitals. Suddenly, a giant TV screen on either side of the stage lit up showing the gigantic image of his pale cock sliding slickly in and out between Helene’s rich coffee colored labia, and the almost blazing pink of her vaginal opening.

That lasted about three minutes. Then Hans rammed upward. His shout reverberated throughout the small theater only to be matched by Helene’s soprano keening.

A moment later, Hans collapsed back onto the bed. His rapidly softening cock slid from the gaping pinkness of her cunt and flopped against his belly. As it did so, a stream of his come flowed like a white river from her fiery depths down across her clit and onto his cock and balls.

Rob brought her in and introduced us, then we got right to it. I had her sit on the edge of the bed and start sucking my cock. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long to figure out that she was really trying to perform for the camera and, as a result, her cocksucking wasn’t all that good. I had to stop her and explain that I’d prefer her to act as though the camera wasn’t there, to just let herself go in a way that she might not feel comfortable doing with a guy she really cared about, to essentially take the opportunity to cut loose. She seemed a little down at first, as though she felt she’d blown her audition, but I reassured her and told her we would start with a clean slate. The first thing I wanted her to do was just relax and let go, then let out her natural reactions. I had her lie on her back in the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide.

She looked so hot lying there spread out for me, but before I went back to fucking her, I wanted to make sure she was relaxed and had taken my advice. Kneeling between her legs, I lowered my head and started licking her pussy. Rob had picked up on what I had told her and, as the supposed director, encouraged her as I lapped up her pungent juices. I slipped a finger up into her and pumped it in and out while licking and sucking her clit. It didn’t take long before she was moaning loudly and writhing around. She grabbed my head and forced it against her pussy as she humped against me. With an unrestrained cry of pleasure, she started cumming while I continued to eat her.

When I raised my head, I asked if she was feeling a little more relaxed and she nodded with a big smile on her face. Leaning over her, I guided my rigid cock into her dripping pussy, then straightened up on my knees, holding her by the waist. This position gave me a great overview of her hot body as I enjoyed the feel of her juicy pussy on my cock. She fondled her hard nipples before dropping a hand down to massage her clit. She seemed to get even wetter the longer I fucked her. After a little while, we stopped and I flipped onto my back while she straddled me. I encouraged her to do what made her feel good, rather than what she thought looked good and she immediately took my advice to heart. She was moving up and down, back and forth, all over my cock, trying every possible movement and not keeping to herself how much she was enjoying it.

I wasn’t surprised when she ended up cumming a few minutes later, with a great, passionate cry. As she was catching her breath, I suggested she give cocksucking another try, so she moved down the bed and knelt between my legs. She lowered her head and slid her lips down my cock, concentrating this time on technique rather than appearance. I felt a definite improvement and was really enjoying her blowjob this time. She ran her tongue over my balls and up the underside of my shaft when she wasn’t sliding her lips up and down, gradually bringing my orgasm closer. When my cock began to swell as I was on the verge of cumming, I suggested that she take the money shot in the face. Just before I started spurting, she slipped my cock from her mouth and pumped my load all over her tongue and cheeks.

We commended her on her turnaround and suggested that she definitely had a good look and a lot of potential. I was definitely please with my choice and actually gave her a hug and a kiss before she walked out the door.

Rob went ahead and got ready for his next selection, and our last audition of the day. She came in the door and I smiled, immediately recalling a term we had all used to describe such a young lady. Maria was a “BMW” which stood for “Big Mexican Woman.” She was also very vivacious, with a big smile, and was wearing clothes that were just a bit too small for her voluptuous figure. She just seemed really happy to be there and you couldn’t help but smile after a few minutes with her. I watched with interest as she wrestled her way out of her tight shirt and jeans, revealing bikini panties and a bra that barely restrained her jiggly tits. She unfastened the bra and spilled out her tits, which were topped with large, dark areolas and thick, hard nipples. She then slipped out of her panties, revealing a well-groomed bush between her thick thighs. I was actually thinking that Rob was in for a treat, because I felt like fucking her myself.

We brought her into the bedroom and Rob was raring to go, his cock sticking straight out in front of him. Maria immediately told him that she loved his cock and asked him if he’d like to fuck her tits. Rob followed her to the bed and straddled her, laying his cock between her fleshy melons and starting to pump away. He was holding her tits together, so while he fucked them, he was also fondling her nipples. Meanwhile, I don’t know that Rob was aware of this, but she had both of her hands between her legs and was giving her pussy a good working over. Jim had to go back and forth with the camera from Rob’s cock between her tits to her fingers on her pussy.

After a while, she asked if Rob wanted to fuck her mouth, which he did. He moved forward and slipped his cock between her lips as she pumped it and fondled his balls. I have to admit, I was checking out her voluptuous body as she sucked his cock; I’d have traded places with Rob had the opportunity come up. She must have been a pretty good cocksucker because it wasn’t long before Rob flashed me the signal and I had Maria stop. Rob got up and took a couple of minutes to settle down, then we decided to have him take her doggie style. He got behind her and started fucking her while I found myself distracted by her swinging tits.

I must have been a little bit obvious, because she looked over at me and smiled, then asked if I’d like to have my cock sucked. I wasn’t really doing anything else pertinent, so I shrugged and started to open my jeans. Rob smiled and looked over at Jim while Jim made sure he was catching everything on video. I got my jeans down to my knees, my cock popping out since I wasn’t wearing underwear, and lay on the bed in front of her. While Rob continued to slam her pussy from behind, she lowered her head and started sliding her hot mouth up and down my rigid cock. I reached under her and, fondling her big melons, my cock grew even harder just feeling them in my hand. She was a really talented cocksucker, so I could see where Rob had needed to cool down a bit while she’d been working on him.

Jim was moving around, getting shots of everything that was going on, until Maria asked him if he had a tripod for his camera so that he could get in on the action, too. If she was willing to take on all three of us, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so I got up and set up the tripod while Jim continued to film and Rob continued fucking her. We got the camera set up and, while I had Rob quit and repositioned the two of them, Jim stripped down. I had Rob lie on his back while Maria straddled him with her back to him and guided his big tool into her plush ass. Rob moaned as he filled her tight opening, but Marie just smiled and beckoned Jim over.

Jim kneeled between Maria’s legs and slipped his cock into her chubby pussy and started pumping her as Rob pumped her ass from below. Once they got their rhythm going, I stepped up next to them and guided my cock back into Maria’s mouth. She was really able to focus on sucking me off while Jim and Rob worked on sliding their cocks in and out of her pussy and ass. I figured Rob would be first to cum and that he wouldn’t be able to give us a money shot, but somehow he lasted longer than both Jim and me. I was so aroused by Maria and her cocksucking was so good that I wound up being the first one finished. I felt an incredibly intense orgasm quickly welling up and when I was right on the brink, I pulled out and pumped my load of goo all over Maria’s face.

Once I was spent, I hopped off the bed and retrieved the camera to get some close-ups of Jim and Rob’s double-penetration. I did the best I could to get in and around their intertwined bodies until Jim gave me an indication that he was about done. I focused in on him pulling out of her pussy, stroking his slippery cock a few times, then spurting onto the rolls of her belly. He backed off the bed and we just watched and waited for Rob to finish up. The shot between her legs of her pussy and Rob’s cock sliding in and out of her ass below it was a good one, so it didn’t really matter how long we filmed it. Finally, Rob reached down and took his cock in his hand and spewed all over her pussy. She moved off of him and, with a big smile on her face, asked how she had done.

Everybody spoke at once, telling her how satisfied we all were with her performance, how camera-friendly she was and just how great she had done. We didn’t have any other appointments, so we didn’t rush her out or even rush her to get dressed. She gradually got back into her clothes and pretty soon she was gone. We just sat around for a few minutes trying to comprehend just how awesome she had been. We had another day ahead of us, though, so we got cleaned up, got dressed and got all of our equipment secured before we took off. Day one had been a bigger success than we could have imagined; we could only hope that day two would be just as successful.