Let me start by telling you about myself. I am a successful married woman with a 18 year old son who is away at college on a full-paid scholarship as the star quarterback. Although I am 64 years of age I still capture the attention of every man young or old who I walk by. I often get asked out and I am surprised by the age differences of these men. The range varies from business men in there early 30's and 40's to young guys not much older than my son. I stand 5'8" tall and weigh 110 pounds, which is what I have weighed since I was a teenager. I exercise four days a week with a personal trainer to maintain my perfect measurements, which are 34D-22-33. I have natural blond hair and have never had any cosmetic surgery. In fact my breasts are still very firm without an ounce of sag, and my inch long nipples still point up as if I were still an 18 year old.
Everyone is shocked to learn that I am the mother of an eighteen year old and that I am 64 years old. My husband is a pilot for a major airline, and I own an elite real estate business in Los Angeles. Being a high-powered business woman, and owning the most exclusive real estate office in LA, that only caters to the wealthiest people in the world has put me in the company of the most successful people in the world. It has also put me in the close company of the world's most attractive and stylish people. Because of the nature of my business, there is always an air of sexuality that surrounds it. Adding money and power to the equation has ended countless deals with me being in the bed with one of the attractive male and even female buyers.
Of all the monumental sexual experiences I have had with wealthy business magnets, Hollywood stars/ starlets and sports celebrities, none were as wild as the one I just had. The buyer was a nationally known black rap artist. He had just turned 18 and had already amassed a fortune as one of the most famous rap stars in the recording industry. He was introduced to me by a famous person in the recording industry who has produced and promoted many national artists. As I lay in my Jacuzzi celebrating my 15 million dollar commission I began to relive the incredible experience.
The young rap star came up from the gangs and projects of east LA and as a teenager had already been to prison three times; once for robbery and twice for stabbing someone. He was also involved in a trial regarding a drive by shooting and although many felt he was guilty with all evidence pointing directly at him, he was acquitted of all charges. Because of his wealth he hired the most successful lawyers known for these types of high profile celebrity cases. He was even shot twice and bragged about it, saying it gave him credibility in the rap industry.
Whenever I met him at my office or when I went to his office he always had a variety of young teenage girls for his choosing. The young girls were black, Asian, Hispanic, and White. He was always surrounded by huge body guards. Although he was short in stature standing only 5'4" tall, he commanded authority and had a vicious side that could strike fear in anyone who crossed him the wrong way. Even though I stood 4 inches taller than him and 7 more in my high heels, I could tell there was something powerful about him.
He bragged about fathering 14 children each by a different woman. He wore gold chains which matched his capped gold teeth and had tattoos all over his pitch-black body. He spoke in a guttural language that was crass and vulgar, using the word nigga in almost every sentence. Initially I found him repulsive, and would never have associated with him if it wasn't for the fact that he was very wealthy and I would receive a sizeable seven figure commission. The other thing that I found off-putting was the way he would leer at my body constantly with a sinister grin on his face.
We would drive from estate to estate in his huge thirty foot black Hummer limousine and he would always comment on my body and my attire, saying I looked 'real fine.' I was always dressed smartly in corporate business suits that highlighted the sway of my 34D breast and shapely, long, stocking covered legs. Although the black rap star was very young he was quite self-assured, conceited and was used to getting his way. As we went from home to home in his limo he would overtly tell me how bad he wanted to take me to his bed and fuck me all day and night. Although he was very crude and degraded his young females, I was very intrigued by him.
Although I knew he was incarcerated and was involved in many illegal activities, I never felt threatened by him. To some degree I even enjoyed knowing he wanted me and that I turned him on. I've had a number of young sexual partners, but none as young as the rap-star. He was 18, the same age as my son, but the way he conducted himself in the most arrogant way, giving orders to his personal staff, made him seem mature beyond his years. I was sure this had to do with his under-privileged life growing up on the streets to survive.
As I said, I have been with many men throughout my years of owning my business and a lot of very sexy women too, but in all my years I have never encountered a person this young that acted so brazenly, and with so much arrogance and confidence as the 18 year old rap-star. I had to admit on some level I was actually turned on by him. Part of me attributed this to him being in complete contrast to me. I was a well-heeled socialite living an affluent lifestyle in Beverley Hills and he was a gangster figure who came up through the lowest form of ghetto life in East Los Angles.
He was unrelenting, saying how sexy I looked and that he wanted me. He would call me at the office during the afternoon while he was still in bed. As I tried to keep him focused on business I could hear voices of a woman moaning saying," Move over, now it's my turn to suck that great big black cock".
I put up with his actions because I had an exclusive 50 million dollar retainer and hoped he would eventually buy property, and my commission would be immense.
As a few weeks went by he increased his aggressive attempts to fuck me. He was persistently saying that my body drove him wild and that he had to have it. He kept calling me at different times of the day and I could hear the voices of young girls in bed with him. Although I tried to remain focused, the sounds of those young girls moaning and commenting on how big and how delicious his black cock tasted began to wear me down.
I began to imagine the two of us being together more and more. Every day after work I'd find myself fantasying about me and the 18 year old black rap-star. Whether I was on my bed after removing my dress and blouse, with just my stockings and high heels on, or in my Jacuzzi, all I could think about was his black cock. Imagining what it would look like, feel like, taste like and especially fuck like. I'd be out at one of the many country clubs I belong to having dinner with my husband or with other wealthy friends or clients and I'd suddenly imagine myself with the 18 year old black rap-star.
When he would call me while he was in bed with his stable of young teens I would berate him saying, "How do you ever get any work done if you're always in bed playing"?
He would answer blatantly saying, "Baby I'd trade these three bitches I got here workin' on me for you in a New York minute." This was his way of getting to me and I hated to admit it but it was working.
One day after leaving the office I went home to unwind. My husband called me from an airport on my cell, and during our conversation my mind kept drifting to the young rap-star. I had just spent the afternoon showing him a huge mansion in Beverly Hills that he seemed very interested in buying, but what he was more interested in was me, telling me at every opportunity, between my sales pitch, how sexy I was and that he wanted to 'do me,' as he called it in every room. I played off his attempts to fuck me, but deep down inside my body was on fire from his boldness and aggressiveness.
I've always had a high sex drive and at 64 I'm as active sexually as a 20 year old. I fuck almost every day, either with a wealthy client or with one of my three personal trainers. Two of my trainers are 25 year old male studs and one is a very sexy 23 year old Korean girl. We always end each workout burning off extra calories while fucking in my bed or in the shower.
I knew I was meeting the 18 year old rap star that day and as I dressed I found myself picking out cloths that would highlight my body and get his attention. I wore a tight pencil skirt that clung to my slender waist and hips. It was extra-short, going 10 inches above my knees and reveled my long, tapped legs. Under the skirt I wore a string thong and a pair of tan thigh high stockings to further accent my legs. The top I chose was a sinful sheer, white see-through blouse that showed my tan flesh tone through the sheer material and a lace bra that was so sheer my big, one inch nipples could be seen a mile away. Over the sheer blouse I wore a light black jacket that was tapered to my body like a second skin. I purposely opened an extra button on my blouse to show my deep cleavage and my perfect 34D tits.
After I arrived home I poured myself a glass of white wine. I then slowly and methodically removed my business suit and stood in just my thigh high stockings, sheer white lace bra and black pumps. I sipped my wine as I walked around the room admiring my very sexy body in the floor length mirrors. As my high heels clicked on the marble floor I crossed one heel over the other and unabashedly bent forward slightly and smiled approvingly at my incredibly firm ass and long sexy legs. Knowing that I was in better shape than most 20 year olds I ran a manicured fingernail over my sheer stockings and over the curve of my sexy ass.
As I took in the sight of my body I began thinking how much the black rap-star would thoroughly enjoy seeing me dressed like this, especially after all of his attempts to get me into bed with him. As I looked at myself in the mirror I suddenly pictured his pitch-black body next to mine. I began to imagine us kissing and playing with each other. With his stardom and all the young teenage girls around him constantly I had a very good idea that he knew how to fuck. I had never been with a black man or someone that young and the idea of our contrasting bodies next to each other had my nipples rock hard.
I then removed my high heels rolled down my nylons then took my glass of wine and went into the Jacuzzi. I hated to admit it but I could not get the young black rap star out of my mind. Here I was a wealthy elegant 64 year old socialite not to mention married women who served on various boards of prominent organizations as head of the social committees, who was having sinful thoughts of fucking a young 18 year old black thug with a criminal past. He wasn't even that handsome and he was much shorter than me. However, his persistence to fuck me and the power he had for someone so young haunted me.
Thinking about him caused me to begin playing with my turned on long nipples then slowly began masturbating as I thought of him in bed fucking those young girls. I then closed my eyes and the scene would turn into him and I in bed together kissing and fucking, pleasing each other with our mouths and hands for hours and hours. With one hand toying with my huge clit my mouth was eagerly sucking my fingers as I imagined them being the young rap stars big black cock. With the thoughts of his black cock in my mouth and then going in and out of my pussy,I shuddered uncontrollably into an explosive orgasm that lasted more than two minutes!
The breaking point finally came when young black rap star called the next afternoon and I heard the same familiar sounds. I began to get a little jealous and teased, "I'm disappointed. I thought I was the one you wanted to play with baby."
He then answered coyly, "These bitches are just keepin' me tuned up for you baby."
I then played my trump card and said, "Well I'll make a deal with you baby. Business first, then I promise you and I can have all the fun you want lover."
He then sealed the deal that guaranteed I would fuck him by saying, "Yo' Bitch if yo' let me git wit' dat' sexy white body you be fuckin' me up wit fo' the last month, I'll throw in another 10 million dollars just fo' yo' fine ass."
We finally arrived at closing on a 40 million dollar mansion in an exclusive part of Beverly Hills. That next morning I selected outfits to specifically make his black cock hard. I was also so turned on knowing that we were finally going to fuck. I would try something on and think, 'Would this outfit turn him on. Is this hot enough? Would this one make his big black cock burn to fuck me?'
Change after change the outfits became more and more revealing. Finally, I selected a very sexy and quite daring black business suit. The jacket had a plunging neckline and the very short skirt only came down an inch past my jacket. I was all legs. I wore a pair of elegant tan thigh high stockings and black high heels. I wore a sheer white lace bra. The material was so sheer that my lovely long nipples were quite visible. This in itself was very sexy. I knew this look would drive him wild.
I arrived at his office at 10am and was greeted by the usual entourage of young females and body guards. Both the young girls and body guards were leering at me. I had everyone's attention. I went into his private office to sign the contract and receive the 40 million dollars, plus my hefty 15 million dollar commission.
The black rap star couldn't keep his eyes off me as he starred me up and down in a sinister way as I sat on his leather sofa with my long nylon covered legs crossed. He leered at me with an almost lecherous look which told me he couldn't wait to fuck. After a few minutes of leering at me he hit the intercom and called in his attorneys to sign the transfer papers. They contacted the bank on a conference call to the bank president and authorized that 40 million dollars be routed into my business account then made another transfer of 15 million dollars into my personal account. When my attorneys called to confirm the transaction went through, his attorneys left the room leaving just the two of us.
As his eyes burned with lust I uncrossed my long legs and walked in front of him. Standing in my high heels I stood 7 inches taller then the black rap star. I bent over slightly and met his long tongue and we began kissing very heatedly. The difference in our heights, ages and lifestyles made it even sexier. It was as if those big pouty lips couldn't get enough of me. His black hands were all over my body causing me to groan like crazy
After a few minutes I said, "Baby, tell your staff, your body guards and all those young sluts that you'll be gone for the entire day. For days I've been dreaming about draining every ounce of cum out of that big black cock. You've got me so turned on baby.".
"We went back to kissing until I broke off and said, "I'm so fucking hot for you and your big black cock baby; make the calls so we can start our fuck."
In his private elevator we kissed heatedly all the way to the ground floor, with our tongues flying across each other's wildly. At one point he hit the stop button and spun me around forcefully and lifted up my tight skirt. As I was forced against the elevator wall he dropped to his knees and began licking my ass like crazy. I was moaning uncontrollably as he pulled my thong to the side and began licking my asshole with his long hot tongue. This wonderful sensation lasted a few minutes until he spun me back around and we hungrily kissed again. We then went to his big black stretch Hummer limousine and I was pleasantly surprised to find a very expensive bottle of Champaign along with some very pricey caviar. As we toasted, he hit the remote and played all his hits that made him a multimillionaire. They each made references to fucking white bitches, killing whitey and drive by shootings.
While the music played loudly we began kissing each other with just our tongues. The young black rap star called this sexy kissing. For twenty minutes our lips never touched. This wasn't a tender loving kiss; it was a very naughty tongue fuck. It felt so sexy to be kissing this way. Here I was, a respectable, married, 64 year old successful white business woman, in a gangster stretch limo tongue kissing and about to fuck one of the most popular young black rap stars today.
As our tongues flicked wildly across one another's, the idea of him being black and so powerful and only 18 years of age with a ruthless nature to stab or even kill someone without remorse made me even hotter to fuck and play with him.
As this sinful kiss continued he was having similar thoughts about me. He said,
"Fuck bitch, I get tons of pussy, but you're the sexiest and classiest bitch I've ever seen. I wanted to fuck yo' sexy teasin' ass body you'd be showin' off the instant I scanned it. Now strip for me bitch, I want to see that rich high class body that be fuckin' with my mind all fuckin' month."
I took my time unbuttoning my jacket. As I unbuttoned each button the young black rap star and I would kiss wildly causing me to moan. When the jacket was finally off he moaned and licked his lips as if I was a piece of filet Mignon. He went crazy when he saw my perfect 34D breast in my sexy white bra. He began kissing and licking all over my bra. His long tongue was driving me wild as it flicked over the lace material and over my aching nipples. My nipples were begging to be released. After a half hour of this torture the black rapper unclasped my bra and released my big tits. They pointed straight up with my long nipples sticking up at the ends like two towers.
The black rap star was actually licking his big lips when he saw how long and wide my nipples were. My nipples are the width of a dime and pointed out aching to be sucked. He immediately went to kissing them driving me wild with those big black lips. He would lick and kiss them and then our hot tongues would meet for that untamed nasty kiss.
While toying with my huge aching nipples he said,
"Fuck I love yo' big ass nipples baby, they even be a shit load bigger then all the Asian bitches I be fuckin'."
After a half hour of this play I unzipped my short skirt. He leered at me and said "Fuck, you dressed for fuckin' didn't you bitch."
"I wanted to turn you on baby," I said in a heated voice.
I knew he loved the sight of my long slim legs as I remained in my tan stockings and high heels. He said, "Fuck, You've gots the hottest fuckin' pair of legs I ever seen baby. I can't wait to be kissin' all over yo' rich bitch legs."
For the next hour the young black rapper made me delirious as he ran his long tongue up and down each of my stocking covered legs saying,
"Bitch ,you made my big cock crazy every time you'd be crossing those sexy long ass legs in front of my face."
He would go up one leg kissing over the top of the lace trim of my thigh high stocking then around the nude part of my thigh. He was driving me insane. He then met me for a hot tongue kiss, before going back down the other leg. The feel of his big pouty lips kissing and running his flicking tongue all over my stocking covered legs made me moan noisily and say,"Ohhhh baby that feels sooooo fucking sexy!"
He glared and said," I fuck a lot of pussy, and I knows you know it baby, but yours is first class. 15 million fo' yo' fine ass was a bargin bitch. You are one classy fuckin' bitch baby. Now it's time that your fine high society white pussy learns what it's like to be sexed by a real Nigga Gangsta baby."
The black rap star then removed his baggy cloths and I got to see his body. I was quite impressed to see that he had a washboard stomach. The style of cloths these young kids wear today makes it so hard to tell what their body looks like.