1. Malcolm, and his big cock


    Date: 8/20/2017, Categories: Anal, Group Sex, Lesbian Sex, Author: joanne1976, Source: xHamster

    Malcolm and the biggie I was 19, and working for a UK Telecoms giant. A colleague, Michele, had been given a huge promotion, and with it a budget to fund a leaving do of biblical proportions. Yes, a very nice big package, but more of that later. We were assembled in The Malthouse in central Birmingham, by the canals, the pub where Bill Clinton once had a pint, if you're interested. It was not later than 10 pm, but we'd been there for four or five hours (of free booze) by then, and most of us were hammered. I was wearing a Chinese style dress, the sort with a mandarin collar, so at least,for once my TITS were not hanging out, but there were thigh length splits in it, which as I was slumped on a leather sofa, were exposing lots of stocking top, and bare thigh. As I was 19 and the average age of the staff was mid thirties, mostly married, and to old bags, you can imagine the effect of these stocking tops. Even some of the women were admiring. Most of the staff were married, not many were my age, and although I wanted to go dancing, the legs really were'nt agreeing. Now I don't want to make out that Malcolm was hitting on me. He wasn't. He was a perfect gentleman, he really was. Everything was entirely MY fault ( EVIL Grin ). I am suitably racked with guilt. Whip Whip ! Once a Catholic ..... ANyways............... He was I think 42 or 43, and divorced, not his fault, not in his telling of it anyway, but of course it never is. Malcolm was a tall, black man, very athletic for his ...
    age, or for any age really. He was about 6' 2&#034, really toned, he looked fantastic in a suit, chiselled features, as in very defined cheekbones, dark soulful eyes, yummmy.. er and his hair was really REALLY short, like a number one all over, he may even have shaved his head not sure, I didn't see him every day. He would have had a full head of hair if it had been allowed to grow, I noticed. I always think it shows a degree of confidence when a man shaves his head, especially when he's NOT balding. Anyway, Malcolm lived on my route home along, out the Warwick Road, but not nearly as far out as me. Seeing that I was in a bit of a state, Malcolm gallantly offered to take me home, in a cab. You may think he was merely trying to get his l*g over, but that's just because YOU are a dirty bigger, and you KNOW you are. He called a minicab, and when it arrived he helped me into it. I was giggling and chattering and being a real pain in the ar*e, (but more of that later) but he was patient, and calm, and really nice. As we neared his home I started to go to sl**p on him, quite literally actually. This is never good in a moving vehicle, I mean brick-built rooms have been known to spin, let alone elderly, rattly Toyotas. I asked Malcolm if I could take refuge at his house for while in order to sober up a bit, and then continue my journey later. I didn't fancy the prospect of being cross examined by my parents. He agreed. When we got into his house, I rang them, and with a masterpiece of ...
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