Here is a good Erotic Story for you young Lads out there:
I watched as my girlfriend slid up and down Steve’s huge pole. Steve was one of those male Croydon Escorts from https://charlotteaction.org/croydon-escorts you could call up for almost any service you’d like. Tonight, one of these Croydon Escorts was servicing my woman. And I didn’t mind it one bit.
As she sat on his massive member, I told her, “Take that cock, baby. Take it deep inside your pussy.” She smiled as she replied, “Yeah; I’m riding the rhythm.” That’s when Steve railed and thrust up inside her, just as she came crashing down on his penis. This must have caused his dick to go deeper into her cunt than usual because she grimaced and let out a loud scream. I asked if she was OK and she said, “Yes…. It hurt me sometimes, but it’s so fucking nice, I don’t want to stop riding this cock.” Then she looked down at him and said, “Fuck me Steve, fuck me!”
As I watched, I reflected on the books that got me going down this path of debauchery, to the degree that I could watch as another man fucked my woman’s pussy with a passion, and feel no hint of jealousy whatsoever. In fact, I wanted him to do a better job than me.
I was tired of hearing how good I was. I kept telling her that; of the six billion people in the world, half of them were men, and that thousands of those men could fuck her better than me. Some of those men were Croydon Escorts. I was hoping that Steve would fuck her better than I ever did.
Oh, and those books that helped to lead me down this path of debauchery were; “Fanny Hill – Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure” by John Cleland, and the other was; “The Wife-Swappers Report” by an author I seem to have forgotten. And that’s a little strange because it was the latter that was most influential in nudging me down this path – that, and the twists and turns in my life, with one other woman in particular.
It’s also strange, and a bit ironic that one of these Croydon Escorts would now be fucking my woman. This is because, in one of the books that influenced me, Fanny Hill was one of those London Croydon Escorts from ancient times. How ironic is that?
By now, Daphne had cum in a heaving rush, and Steve was just returning from disposing of his condom in the bathroom. His head went straight for Daphne’s fat shaven pussy. She had been lying on her back on the bed, with her legs wide apart, as if to allow the circulating air to cool the heat Steve had just generated down there.
His tongue went straight for her gaping hole, and she moaned as he lapped-up the juices that remained from their previous round of screwing. She held his head in her hands and ground her pussy into his face. Then she hauled him up from her cunt and threw him down on the bed beside her so that she could take his cock into her mouth.
After sucking his dick for a while, she flopped on her back, spread her legs, and told Steve, “I’m ready again.” Steve didn’t wait to be told twice as he hovered over her en-route to sinking his enormous phallus into my woman’s hungry pussy.
She spread her legs wider, hugged him tighter, and moaned as he entered her!