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BIG man !

Big man In my late teens I got seduced a lot by older men. Now I'm 46 , any markedly older men would be pensioners, but back then there was pleEEEnty of scope. There was a huge Karaoke party at a hotel in Birmingham, arranged and hosted by my then employer. There was a huge amount of free booze available. I didn't like to go home to my mom's really d***k, so I tended to book hotel rooms, and if I'd booked a hotel room, I may just as well have my fill of the free booze. By midnight everyone was very very d***k. My friends and I had gathered, a dozen of us round one microphone screeching "Girls just wanna have fun". It has to be done. Once the adrenalin of my onstage performance had kicked out, I started to feel really rather unwell. Faint, almost. Luckily there was a knight in shining armour to aid me. A Damsel Gin Distress. The guy was my standin manager at the time, Gary. He was nearly 50, I think he was 48 actually and I was 19. He was very notably about 6 foot 4, and in a conversation the team once had about relative cock size, he had admitted his ex wife (a nasty divorce had left him pennniless through no fault of his own, some years previously) had commented that with Gary 'everything was in proportion). He had curly hair and a big moustache. He looked like a 70s porn star, like John Holmes, if you know him. Gary was driving by the way, so he was probably the only sober person in the postcode. He helped me to the lift and called it. I slumped against him in the lift. He ...

... had his big arm round my waist, supporting, a complete gentleman. He saw me to my door and I stumbled there, he got me in with my key, and asked if I'd be alright. I warned him I was going to be sick, and asked if he'd just wait and make sure I was okay. I went into the en suite and assumed the position and hugged the loo. I was violently sick again and again, he asked from the doorway how I was, but I could not answer and it was obvious. He withdrew to the room, and when I had finally finished I felt much better, but realised my clothes were completely splattered with used gin and tonic. Yuk. I took them all off and wrapped a bathtowel round me, went back in, to Gary, having swilled my mouth, ,used mouthwash and brushed my teeth. He was lying on my bed. "Sorry about that" I smiled "Are you Okay?" he was genuinely concerned I called that I was and that I'd be out shortly I'd put my overnight bag in the bathroom, I tend to put all my dirty clothes in a plastic bag to hand to my mom for laundering! In the bag was a whole alternative outfit with black stockings, matching suspenders and a basque. This was to go under a dress I had left in my car in case everyone turned up in posh frocks. As I sat on the loo I was idly fingering my pussy. I was thinking about Gary's supposed big cock. I wiped, stood and put my basque on, followed by the stockings which attached to the basque. The only problem was that I had no knickers. This wasn't deliberate, I'd packed other pants to to go with ...