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My names is Miriam, and I can honestly say I’m the last person who I’d ever have imagined writing this. A little more about me and my life, Miriam Carlyle 38 married to Henry 40 who I met at university and married when he finished his physics masters. I am an only c***d from a middle class background, Henry is certainly upper class his father a prominent MP, and like his father Henry’s life is very conservative.
We now live in Bristol where Henry is a Don at there university, while I’m working as the head liaison officer for overseas students. Yes its as boring as it sounds both at work and at home, that was until Malcolm.
I’d laughed at that name when the university head had informed me about him joining the commerce and politics degree, a black African prince called Malcolm, who wouldn’t laugh.
After the last two years I would never laugh about Malcolm again. From the first time I met him I was truly impressed, looks, good manners, thoughtfulness in this day and age not vastly observed among modern students. He looked at me with his dark hazel eyes and I would melt, he was always touching not just me but everyone, like a calming influence. One time he stood on the opposite side of my deck, leant over stroked my hair from my face, speaking softly he whispered thank you miss you have certainly helped. It was just a time table alteration.
After Malcolm had been with us a few weeks and things had calmed down, everyone was used to seeing him and his four man entourage, yes four all supposedly doing the same degree not a hope of passing but all were being paid for.
My life slipped back to it’s mundane state, Henry spent a lot of his life either at work or in his office at home. He was never very sexual towards me with never a thought of c***dren, and although he was loving I’m sure in his mind a wife was just part of his status. When he did perform it was over in minutes, and if I’d not been on the internet I’d not even know what an orgasm was.
It was one of my evenings browsing on the internet, that Africa and Malcolm came into my mind.
I don’t know what question I asked but what came up was amazing, and probably no surprise to anyone reading this. Black men big black men and white women, I shut it down straight away, but not for long, yes I looked I looked long and hard and many times, to many.
I tried very hard to work things out with Henry when were in bed, even trying like on screen, to suck him off. God it was so embarrassing, he degraded me…. what a disgusting thing he bawled, how could I. Thirty minutes later he was fast asleep and I was bringing myself off thinking about what I’d seen on my computer only hours before.
Malcolm and his friends never quite looked the same again after my browsing, and I really did like to look.
It was our university and departmental policy for students and staff to have monthly dinners, and when it came time for this dinner for the commerce department. Henry was quite surprised when I informed him I would be attending.
Of course unsurprisingly he never offered to escort me, so I ordered a taxi for the night, picked out a very formal black dress and had my hair done the morning of the dinner. I know now that Malcolm had one of his men organise the seating so I was sat between him and one of the older masters, this was not unusual the staff were always spread amongst the student.
The meal was wonderful and the company enthralling Malcolm would touch my arm, hand or shoulder whenever he spoke to me. By the end of the dessert course his hand rested briefly on my upper thigh sending electric bolts through my body, The master excused himself at the end of the meal a pleasant smile and thanks to all the table but pleaded he was very tired.
This left myself Malcolm two of his friends and two other students, we were drinking what was left of the wine with coffee and chatting amiably. Malcolm’s hand went to my thigh continuously while we chatted, should I have objected?
As the dinner guests began to disburse and I was about to do the same, Malcolm stood and took my arm quite forcefully lifting me with him. I was sure everyone would be watching us, but of course no one would have been. He led me through a door alongside the banqueting hall annex, this led to a corridor I didn’t know existed. Then we were in another room, I assumed at one time it had been an office but now unused. It was only a two minutes walk and in that time neither of us spoke. Even in the room he guided me still, right to the far wall to the side of the large bay window, he stood before me towering over me he looked so handsome in the moonlight from the window.
He kissed me, not a peck a full blown kiss something I’d never experienced before his tongue forced between my lips darting eagerly looking for my own tongue dancing with it, the kiss the wine I felt dizzy and intoxicated with all I can say now was pure lust.
Malcolm sensed my feelings, his hand was at my back my zip released my dress round my ankles, without thinking I kicked it away...I couldn’t let this happen, his fingers were releasing my bra I was so glad it was one of my nicer ones.
Why do people have funny thoughts at times like this, I was glad about my body, my breast were big and firm and my hips full and rounded I always had kept fit, and I’d trimmed just the other day.
He’d moved from my lips down my neck, my hands were in his close cropped hair, he took my breasts one nipple at a time sucking making them grow he bit each one in turn, I loved the pain as he bit hard. I could hear the moaning after a moment then I realised it was me. I felt his big hands gently pushing down the waistband of my panties, his body followed down I knew he was looking at me as he lifted one ankle at a time removing my panties completely. I looked down at him he sniffed hungrily at my panties before throwing them to one side.
Then oh god so wonderful he lifted one leg resting it across his shoulder, his tongue attacked me just like I’d seen on my screen a few days before. My pussy lips opened easily he went right up me lapping at and tasting my juices and I knew there was a lot of my juices that night. Never have I experienced anything like that and it seemed to go on for ever, I could feel it building getting stronger he needed to support me more….and then I came all over the face of a black man I realised I hardly knew. It was so good so naughty but so marvellous.
Malcolm stood again his wet lips found mine once more I could taste myself, my arms were round his neck holding him to me tightly. Then I felt him his organ pressing against my tummy, it felt massive really massive, he was holding it moving it. You want me Miriam he asked you want me to fuck you don’t you, I think I nodded. Once again…. tell me Miriam...yes I do...tell me you want me to fuck you...yes pleaseeee FUCK me yes I need it so bad. He slid his black mushroom head along my pussy lips opening for him like a flower wanting to grab him and keep him, inch by inch he entered me, I felt a little bit of fear, but no regret this was something my body longed for.
It seemed to go on for ever and then he was in me his big balls slapping against my thighs, he held it still allowing me to get used to his size. All the time he spoke to me kissing me feeling my breasts loving and admiring my body I felt so alive.
And then he fucked me, he physically lifted me my naked legs wrapped round his back, he was hammering into my eager body taking me, owning me I loved it orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, I felt him growing bigger then he was flooding me jet after jet I could feel him deep in my womb. He didn’t pull out for minutes and I didn’t want him to.
My eyes were closed I felt so good my orgasm’s subsided Malcolm pulled from me I felt the void….and then he entered me again kissing he hard his tongue once more dancing with mine, god he was rock hard.
My brain was slow and still full of lust I started to fuck back wanting it again, then I realised it was Wilfred who was fucking me Malcolm’s right hand man, and Malcolm was kissing me while smiling into my eyes. I wanted to fight...he spoke softly relax Miriam enjoy my darling, and let us enjoy you. My mind said no but my body said yes. I went with my body, and five men fucked me that night more than once they moved me from the wall, firstly onto my back then onto my knee’s. They gave me a running commentary calling me the filthiest names, I sucked Malcolm’s cock and maybe two others swallowing spunk for the first time ever, someone ate cum from me shoving his tongue and lots of fingers up my arse while cleaning my cunt. I was constantly in orgasm they spanked me bit and pulled on my nipples, and I was still begging them to fuck me more and more, following their lead and using the language of the gutter.
How I’ll never know, but Wilfred had keys to get us out and to lock the building. They let Malcolm put me into a taxi, he never showed anything towards me more than a student would for which I was pleased. He did whisper has we approached the taxi, what a wonderful evening we’d all had and next time I am going to fuck your arse. My mind was in turmoil at his words and the night’s experience I was exhausted and in need of my bed, I was pleased that Henry was fast asleep when I arrived home. And even more pleased when in the morning and following days he never questioned my arrival time as he’d been in bed by ten. He also never saw the state of my body, my bottom and inner thighs were still red and slightly bruised and my breast so bruised couldn’t take my normal firm bra and for the next few days I wore a softer less supporting bra. This was a constant reminder of my Friday night.
We now live in Bristol where Henry is a Don at there university, while I’m working as the head liaison officer for overseas students. Yes its as boring as it sounds both at work and at home, that was until Malcolm.
I’d laughed at that name when the university head had informed me about him joining the commerce and politics degree, a black African prince called Malcolm, who wouldn’t laugh.
After the last two years I would never laugh about Malcolm again. From the first time I met him I was truly impressed, looks, good manners, thoughtfulness in this day and age not vastly observed among modern students. He looked at me with his dark hazel eyes and I would melt, he was always touching not just me but everyone, like a calming influence. One time he stood on the opposite side of my deck, leant over stroked my hair from my face, speaking softly he whispered thank you miss you have certainly helped. It was just a time table alteration.
After Malcolm had been with us a few weeks and things had calmed down, everyone was used to seeing him and his four man entourage, yes four all supposedly doing the same degree not a hope of passing but all were being paid for.
My life slipped back to it’s mundane state, Henry spent a lot of his life either at work or in his office at home. He was never very sexual towards me with never a thought of c***dren, and although he was loving I’m sure in his mind a wife was just part of his status. When he did perform it was over in minutes, and if I’d not been on the internet I’d not even know what an orgasm was.
It was one of my evenings browsing on the internet, that Africa and Malcolm came into my mind.
I don’t know what question I asked but what came up was amazing, and probably no surprise to anyone reading this. Black men big black men and white women, I shut it down straight away, but not for long, yes I looked I looked long and hard and many times, to many.
I tried very hard to work things out with Henry when were in bed, even trying like on screen, to suck him off. God it was so embarrassing, he degraded me…. what a disgusting thing he bawled, how could I. Thirty minutes later he was fast asleep and I was bringing myself off thinking about what I’d seen on my computer only hours before.
Malcolm and his friends never quite looked the same again after my browsing, and I really did like to look.
It was our university and departmental policy for students and staff to have monthly dinners, and when it came time for this dinner for the commerce department. Henry was quite surprised when I informed him I would be attending.
Of course unsurprisingly he never offered to escort me, so I ordered a taxi for the night, picked out a very formal black dress and had my hair done the morning of the dinner. I know now that Malcolm had one of his men organise the seating so I was sat between him and one of the older masters, this was not unusual the staff were always spread amongst the student.
The meal was wonderful and the company enthralling Malcolm would touch my arm, hand or shoulder whenever he spoke to me. By the end of the dessert course his hand rested briefly on my upper thigh sending electric bolts through my body, The master excused himself at the end of the meal a pleasant smile and thanks to all the table but pleaded he was very tired.
This left myself Malcolm two of his friends and two other students, we were drinking what was left of the wine with coffee and chatting amiably. Malcolm’s hand went to my thigh continuously while we chatted, should I have objected?
As the dinner guests began to disburse and I was about to do the same, Malcolm stood and took my arm quite forcefully lifting me with him. I was sure everyone would be watching us, but of course no one would have been. He led me through a door alongside the banqueting hall annex, this led to a corridor I didn’t know existed. Then we were in another room, I assumed at one time it had been an office but now unused. It was only a two minutes walk and in that time neither of us spoke. Even in the room he guided me still, right to the far wall to the side of the large bay window, he stood before me towering over me he looked so handsome in the moonlight from the window.
He kissed me, not a peck a full blown kiss something I’d never experienced before his tongue forced between my lips darting eagerly looking for my own tongue dancing with it, the kiss the wine I felt dizzy and intoxicated with all I can say now was pure lust.
Malcolm sensed my feelings, his hand was at my back my zip released my dress round my ankles, without thinking I kicked it away...I couldn’t let this happen, his fingers were releasing my bra I was so glad it was one of my nicer ones.
Why do people have funny thoughts at times like this, I was glad about my body, my breast were big and firm and my hips full and rounded I always had kept fit, and I’d trimmed just the other day.
He’d moved from my lips down my neck, my hands were in his close cropped hair, he took my breasts one nipple at a time sucking making them grow he bit each one in turn, I loved the pain as he bit hard. I could hear the moaning after a moment then I realised it was me. I felt his big hands gently pushing down the waistband of my panties, his body followed down I knew he was looking at me as he lifted one ankle at a time removing my panties completely. I looked down at him he sniffed hungrily at my panties before throwing them to one side.
Then oh god so wonderful he lifted one leg resting it across his shoulder, his tongue attacked me just like I’d seen on my screen a few days before. My pussy lips opened easily he went right up me lapping at and tasting my juices and I knew there was a lot of my juices that night. Never have I experienced anything like that and it seemed to go on for ever, I could feel it building getting stronger he needed to support me more….and then I came all over the face of a black man I realised I hardly knew. It was so good so naughty but so marvellous.
Malcolm stood again his wet lips found mine once more I could taste myself, my arms were round his neck holding him to me tightly. Then I felt him his organ pressing against my tummy, it felt massive really massive, he was holding it moving it. You want me Miriam he asked you want me to fuck you don’t you, I think I nodded. Once again…. tell me Miriam...yes I do...tell me you want me to fuck you...yes pleaseeee FUCK me yes I need it so bad. He slid his black mushroom head along my pussy lips opening for him like a flower wanting to grab him and keep him, inch by inch he entered me, I felt a little bit of fear, but no regret this was something my body longed for.
It seemed to go on for ever and then he was in me his big balls slapping against my thighs, he held it still allowing me to get used to his size. All the time he spoke to me kissing me feeling my breasts loving and admiring my body I felt so alive.
And then he fucked me, he physically lifted me my naked legs wrapped round his back, he was hammering into my eager body taking me, owning me I loved it orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, I felt him growing bigger then he was flooding me jet after jet I could feel him deep in my womb. He didn’t pull out for minutes and I didn’t want him to.
My eyes were closed I felt so good my orgasm’s subsided Malcolm pulled from me I felt the void….and then he entered me again kissing he hard his tongue once more dancing with mine, god he was rock hard.
My brain was slow and still full of lust I started to fuck back wanting it again, then I realised it was Wilfred who was fucking me Malcolm’s right hand man, and Malcolm was kissing me while smiling into my eyes. I wanted to fight...he spoke softly relax Miriam enjoy my darling, and let us enjoy you. My mind said no but my body said yes. I went with my body, and five men fucked me that night more than once they moved me from the wall, firstly onto my back then onto my knee’s. They gave me a running commentary calling me the filthiest names, I sucked Malcolm’s cock and maybe two others swallowing spunk for the first time ever, someone ate cum from me shoving his tongue and lots of fingers up my arse while cleaning my cunt. I was constantly in orgasm they spanked me bit and pulled on my nipples, and I was still begging them to fuck me more and more, following their lead and using the language of the gutter.
How I’ll never know, but Wilfred had keys to get us out and to lock the building. They let Malcolm put me into a taxi, he never showed anything towards me more than a student would for which I was pleased. He did whisper has we approached the taxi, what a wonderful evening we’d all had and next time I am going to fuck your arse. My mind was in turmoil at his words and the night’s experience I was exhausted and in need of my bed, I was pleased that Henry was fast asleep when I arrived home. And even more pleased when in the morning and following days he never questioned my arrival time as he’d been in bed by ten. He also never saw the state of my body, my bottom and inner thighs were still red and slightly bruised and my breast so bruised couldn’t take my normal firm bra and for the next few days I wore a softer less supporting bra. This was a constant reminder of my Friday night.
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