Waterloo Wank - Short Erotic Story

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THE STORY

I worked long shifts as a train conductor. I liked trains and travelling, it was a good job, with OK pay. I was never a hit w ith the ladies and anybody I did meet when I told them what I did for a living they kind of made their excuses and left my presence. I was in one relationship but she ended up running off with the next door neighbour. What a bitch, but hey they are best suited to each other. I bet she found my stories about trains boring. At least I got my own back knowing they must have bored her. Anyway I decided to go for a night ut with my younger brother. He was really trendy and the complete opposite to me. He worked in the city as a banker. He got huge bonuses and every time he did he dragged me out celebrating with him.

We went to all the bars in waterloo. He brought so many ladies drinks and got so many numbers. I was getting bored and said I was going to head off. He was like, no no stay ... there are a few women tagging along now, we will both get lucky, he chuckled. More realistically what will happen is he will get lucky tonight and I will go home and watch my Taggart DVD and have a big cup of tea. These two blonde ladies were tagging along as we went to the next bar. They said they were escorts in waterloo but had finished for the night and were just out to have fun. I was like great now we are partying with escorts ... what next ..?

My brother was getting down with one blonde, while the other for some crazy reason was trying to talk to me. I turned to her and said no offence but I am really boring. This isn't my scene, there are loads of other blokes, you should enjoy yourself and don;t feel you need to be stuck with me. She gave me a look, one of ironic pity, she said, don't worry, most people bore me anyway. She asked if I wanted a drink. I was amazed and said yeah. We went to the bar and she paid for a drink. We got talking. Then we started doing shots of rum. then more rum and more rum. Till the point I was having a good time and really drunk. She asked if i had a big cock. I chuckled yes, but I don;t get to use it much. She then dragged me by the arm and led me to the toilet area. We stumbled laughing into the toilets and went to a cubicle. She told me to whip it out. I did. She was amazed. You were not lying about you having a big cock, " she chuckled" . She began to wank it with her right fist. My cock locked in a vice like fist grip. She tugged away puling back my foreskin and pounding her fist from my penis head to my balls. I hadn't had any sexual action for ages. I was getting so turned on. She tugged and tugged. It was crazy as other people were in the toilets as well. I moaned and moaned as we tugged harder and faster. I couldn't keep it in any more and blew a huge load of cum against the cubicle door. It started to drip down in a huge avalanche of white goo. My gosh she gasped, have you been saving that for the past year. She never had seen so much cum before. I was just on another planet. It was so wild doing that.

I had the wildest time with an escort from Waterloo. She was really sexy and had a very dirty mind, to spearhead that encounter with me.