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Post Number: 1762
Registered: 7-2001

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Posted on Friday, November 22, 2002 - 6:39 pm:   

For those seeking more than just a blow by blow account of the sex scene in your travels, allow me to submit my findings from recent research conducted in Dusseldorf, Germany.

Dusseldorf is a great international city. Regarded as perhaps the fashion center of Germany, the downtown Kollingsalle shopping district provides great upscale shopping for anything from fine Cuban cigars to Hugo Boss. The area is quite civilized as it is entirely common to see men in ties, and women dress to the nines. Young and old. In fact, many of the younger fashionable set will get anyone's engines roared up for what is available on the nacht scene. As for the guys, well most of them resemble a relative of Dieter from Saturday nacht live, but face it, we're not there for the guys. Or at least we weren't.

Anyway, while Kollingsalle is great for daytime activities, as the sun begins to go down, my recommendation is to head into Allstadt, or Old Town where the pubs and cafes offer up an appetizing pre-coital combination of food, drink, woman and of course more Dieters. My favorites are Balthezar, a pub and restaurant specializing in Italian where we befriended a helpful barman. Our second choice was a bar called Mai Tai which claims to be on the top five list for all of Germany. Again, great scenery, but not a lot of action for a couple of mid-forties guys like us. By the way, the WE and US are my partner Mortimer, and myself, Randolph. Yes, with names like this and the only Brooks Brothers blazer in 500 kilometers why would I expect any action? Well fuck them, it works fine in other cities.

On to the stuff you've been waiting for. Now Mortimer seems to have this desire to go underground. By this I refer to the Wizard's great reviews of Ralf and Tina's Party-Treff and the other upscale spot known as Mettmen. Sometime I picture finding him in the morgue with a black dildo in his ass, a leather Polish Sailor cap on glasses without lenses, and a tie on. Yes, most disturbing. Anyway, here's where the conflict comes in. Now since I seemed on this trip to be the conservative voice, I had the following concerns. 1) Locations of both places are a cab ride away, maybe 20 minutes. It's not the ride there but getting a cab home (safely) that concerns me. 2) I think I would have a problem standing at the bar with a boner popping out the top of my Calvin Klein briefs, having a drink, and talking to the guys. 3) If I managed to get balls deep into some lovely, it seems that I would have immediate uninvited guests. Maybe balls deep in MY ass. Any finally, I like to be with my wallet, even though it's stripped and carrying only second ID with a false name. I guess for the Wizard and many other readers, the Treff scene is OK. But for me, I found what I was looking for at the Prinz-M.

The Prinze-M is a whore house (night club) that operates on the fringes of legality. It's located right in Dusseldorf so the ingress-egress issues appeal to me. Anyway, the place is reminiscent of Old Taipei, where you sit at the bar, enjoy a drink, and look over the live stock. Mortimer and I did just that as we chatted with the hostess, who would kick the shit out of us both with one hand tied behind her back, and enjoyed the scene while marveling at the cleanliness. We were given a complimentary tour of the facilities which include three small bedrooms, which included adequate mirrors, sinks, clean towels and even a valet. Other rooms included a shower and spa which I did not inspect but I believe that Mortimer did. Anyway, don't get me wrong. This is no lavish club visa vis Treasures or Centerfolds in Houston, nor is it a Cabaret Royal of Dallas (where the same services are offered in a more subtle, under the table, know your waitress manner). This is a clean, little shit hole that gives you the feeling of relative safety, and a sound place to bury your weapon.

So before long, two damsels make the approach, Christine to me and Sophia to Mortimer. We make a habit of conducting interviews in cases like this and we did so this time too. How old are you, how long have you worked here, when did you last see the doctor, do you like lingerie and do you have any? 26, 6 weeks, every 2 weeks, yes and yes. I hired her and we sauntered to room number one.

So there I was, being seductively undressed by a young damsel who by now is standing only in a pair of black thigh-highs and heels when before I know it, I'm on my back, a condom is installed using the mouth technique, and a wonderful introductory blow job is being given to me.

Life is good. And this one knows that a properly given blow job is one that not only feels good but looks and sounds good too. Yes, she gave delightful sound while giving head. Talented. Balls licked, sucked and all. Then in a daring move, she mounts on top, faces the opposite direction, and inserts my mega boner deeply into her wet hole and proceeds to ride, moan, and give great poses while I pound away from my transom position. This is great for me because as I just mentioned, I'm a visual guy and the view from where I was sitting was splendid. Next is a rotation toward me where we do it for a while. Then, as with most of these condom influenced affairs, the choking of my blood supply takes over and I'm suddenly in need of some stimulation. She resorts to oral which agrees with me just fine and when I'm back standing proud, I take this six footer standing up from behind. What glory. More moans, great views, and solid ramming.

For my finale, I choose a KY hand job which she administers perfectly until I drop a load all over myself, again regaling in the sight if here jerking me off while sucking my shaft, balls and God knows what else. One thing I do know is that she is quite careful not to catch any of the load in her mouth which is just fine with me. If she's this careful with me, hopefully it's an indication of her dietary habits.

Business now complete, I'm assisted in a ball washing in the sink, clean towels and all. Balls clean and cleaned out, I head for the bar where I enjoy a nightcap, and compare notes with Mort who has just returned with a big smile on his face too. All in all, a fine, well organized evening. Loads, drinks and all for $ 91.00 USD after conversion. If safety, cleanliness and fast egress are your bag, I recommend the Prinz-M club. And if I can ever get Mort to admit to being there, I'm sure he would recommend it too.

Regards R Duke

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