1. A Night at the Metro


    Date: 4/18/2017, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Shemales, Author: sissymaidjanine, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Before the inevitability of gentrification set in, Toronto's Metro Theatre stood for many years as the city's last full-screen porn cinema. And while more recent innovations in pornography (such as home video and later, the internet) had taken their toll, the Metro had things to offer which could not be had elsewhere. Living on the other side of town, I was an infrequent visitor to this one-time temple to sleazy entertainment, but on the occasions that I did, I'd usually have myself a good time. This story is about one such occasion. Exiting the subway at Christie station, I could feel the tugging of my garters on the sheer black stockings I'd wore under my jeans. The matching corset under my jacket gave me good posture as I turned the corner onto Bloor Street. In the bag on my shoulder, I carried a number of items - a blonde wig, a pair of stiletto heels, large dangling clip-on earrings, a necklace, black silk opera gloves as well as one or two toys, some lube, lipstick and a large bottle of poppers. Crossing the street, the tatty, semi-dilapidated facade of the theatre hadn't changed in years, its' marquee boasting three cinemas (in all the years I'd gone there, I'd only been to cinema 1 & 2, I don't seem to recall the third one ever having actually been open) and various smaller signs indicating various, seemingly completely unrelated items for sale, such as hair products and car batteries. But I digress. The Metro had seen better days, but there was a certain rank ...
    familiarity which assaulted the senses upon entering - a strong, pervasive funk that spoke of cigarettes, semen and God-only-knows what else. A quick exchange of cash for a ticket bought my entry, and I made my way to cinema one, the larger of the two. I preferred cinema one partly due to the upholstered, reclining high-backed seats (cinema two featured rows of hard, wood-and-metal seats), but also because the shadows cast were very deep, and very dark. That was important for me at the time, as I was still exceedingly cautious about being crossdressed outside the safety and security of home. I had to stand awhile just inside the door to the cinema in order for my eyes to adjust to the inky blackness. On the screen, a well-proportioned woman was being enthusiastically spit-roasted by a pair of musclebound men, the sound largely that of their scrotums slapping alternately against her chin and her inner thighs. I scanned the rows of seats - there were perhaps two or two-and-a-half dozen people s**ttered around, mostly sitting alone, but here and there in twos and occasionally in threes. Considering cinema one had seating capacity for six or seven hundred people, it was in fact largely empty. That familiar, funky odour I'd first detected in the lobby was almost overwhelming now. My favourite place to sit was in the back row on the left-hand side, just in front of a disused booth which might at one point in the building's long history have served as the usher's station. There hadn't been ...
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