Night out in Birmingham

Dave had reluctantly agreed to meet his mates at the end of their shift. Karl, one of his colleagues from the office, was getting married in a couple of weeks and he had arranged a night out in Birmingham with his friends. Ian was more of a night in front of the telly kind of man. So, to say that he was looking forward to going out was an exaggeration. He walked into the bar that had neon signs above the entrance door. He was not quite sure what to expect. The lads had already been there for a couple of hours when he arrived. He could tell by the amount of empty beer bottles on the table. They were loud and gaudy in their actions. In front of the table there was a party escort attempting to give the stag an arousing lap-dance. She was a very sexy girl, young too by the looks of her body and face. He felt sorry for the girl. She was trying to do her job and entertain the lad, but they were all too drunk to be respectful towards her. She spotted Dave sit down and made her way towards him. Dave would be lying if he said she didn’t turn him on. The young escort took him by the hand and led him to the private area. Once they were alone, she put her hand under her very short skirt and proceeded to pull down her lace panties. Dave looked at the lace thong in his hands and felt horny. He walked over to the mirror and reflected on his seedy surroundings. He had always wondered what it would be like to be in a place like this with its deep, decaying dance stage. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel aroused. Then he noticed something behind him in the reflection. It was the figure of Michelle. With her blonde hair flowing around her waist. Dave gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sultry, incredible, man. He knew he had a big cock, yet he was surprised to see how tight the bulge was through his jeans. His friends saw him as a quiet, timid friend. Especially, as he did not usually go out and socialise. Yet, they did not know the true person. Dave was a man of weaknesses. The main on being the need to sate his seeming insatiable sexual hunger. But not even a sexual beast like Dave, was prepared for what she had in store today. The Romanian escort teased as she gyrated her hips, making Dave harder than he could imagine being. As Dave turned around and came closer, he could see the deep smile on her face as she looked down to his groin. Gazing into his eyes with a look that mirrored his own desires, she said, in hushed tones, “I need to feel that hard, throbbing cock inside my wet hole.” Ian looked down at, feeling his heart accelerate whilst he was still fingering the soft thong. He knelt down before her and lifted her skirt. He looked up and caught her gaze. They looked at each other with excited feelings, Dave regarded the blonde’s pussy. “I feel the same way!”, he revealed with a delighted grin. He stood up and pinned her against the wall. He lifted her skirt to reveal her plump ass. Lowering his hand he slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy. With his other hand he opened the fly on his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock. He was already starting to leak pre-cum. She groaned with pleasure as he replaced his fingers with his cock. It slipped in with ease. It did not take him long before he had her writhing on him. Squeezing and contracting as she convulsed with pleasure as the orgasm screamed through her body. Dave could hear the muffled sounds of his mates outside enjoying themselves. He smirked to himself. Knowing that they had no idea what was going on. If they did know, they would never believe that quiet, shy Dave was making this beautiful creature climax time after time on the end of his enviably large phallus.