I had just spent my first night at my new house in the Hollywood hills. The price tag was hefty, but the previous month I had signed a modeling contract with Versace which would keep my bank account loaded for years to come. While male modeling was not the career I had envisioned for myself as a child, when I grew up I was given a special gift in the form of a huge cock. It was 7 inches long and incredibly thick, it stuck out from my pelvis like a muscular cucumber.
As a young man I took a particular interest in older women. In college, I was barely interested in my school work, but I was especially interested in my female professors and the faculty. And given my superhuman dick, they were interested right back at me. The first professor was the key to it all, from there gossip spread and soon I was the sensation of every campus woman with a libido. Women, especially older women, were always intensely attracted to the idea of conquering my enormous cock. And I was given the special power to make every pussy feel like an ultra tight pussy.
One 65 year-old professor even passed out trying to take my dick, "Get it all in there, I want it balls-deep," she said before she blacked out still spreading her pussy lips. My college dean and I were almost late to my graduation because she, a 72 year-old nympho, was determined to fit my cock in her ass. I lubed up my dick with champagne and stretched her asshole while she bit down on my graduation cap to keep from screaming.
Straight out of college I got my first modeling contract by skullfucking an aged agent with an oral fixation. Putting her dentures aside, she gargled my balls with her toothless mouth, and then she signed my contract while coughing up my cum. From there it was straight up the ladder all the way to Versace where my multi-million dollar contract was won by fucking the entire geriatric board of the talent acquisition department in a thrilling orgy. The president of the board proposed to me afterwards and I said, "Instead of proposing marriage, How about a contract and permission to worship my cock whenever you please?"
Last night I had been out with the president of the board, who liked to deep throat me while I drove around the city. This morning I was tired, exhausted from moving in the previous day, and from having my knob polished for 4 hours straight the night before. It seemed in addition to my majestic dick, I was also given the ability to cum, or not cum, at will. I walked from my bedroom to the kitchen completely naked. Even while flaccid my cock was still enormous. I grabbed a protein shake from the fridge and walked out onto my brand new patio. I
gazed over the city, getting hard at the idea of all the MILFs and GILFs in these hills ready screw me senseless. Thats when I spotted something which felt like a magical granting of a wish in the moment. From my patio I could see into my neighbors' backyard. In the backyard was a naked white woman. She was standing facing away from me on her deck, holding a glass of wine. While I could tell she was at 60, her booty was tight, big, round, and firm. She had wide hips and thick thighs. She was standing with her legs wide enough that her fresh pink asshole was on full display.
When she turned around I was surprised by two things. The first was that although she was at least in her early 70s her large tits were still quite perky and firm and her stomach was flat. The second surprise was that it was none other than Susan Sarandon. I was awestruck and shocked. Susan Sarandon had been a childhood crush since sneaking a viewing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show when my parents weren't home, and here was Susan Sarandon standing stark naked no more than a few dozen feet away.
I awkwardly backed up and she looked up to see me looking back at her. Her amber-colored eyes went completely wide, and I realized that not only was I naked as well, I also had a bit of chubby from standing there thinking about MILFs. I dashed back inside and put clothes on and hid in my bedroom.
A few minutes later the doorbell rung. I sheepishly walked to the door and opened it to find Susan Sarandon was standing there. She was made up and dressed now, but her shirt left very little to the imagination. It was a flowery blouse that had a neckline so low I could almost see the edge of her nipples. She was obviously wearing no bra since her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric of the blouse. She was wearing tight jeans and stiletto pumps. Her graying red hair was done up in a pony tail.
"Howdy neighbor, I'm Susan, its nice to meet you in a more social setting," she said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that the patio was in view of your backyard," I said with a chuckle, "I'm Rod."
"Well, it was a hell of a housewarming present for me, Rod. Is anyone else home?" she said as she walked herself into my living room, I closed the front door after her. As she walked she swayed her thick ass to and fro.
"I live alone here, I actually just moved in last night," I said, following her.
"The whole neighborhood is new. I had an architect design my house special," she said while she looked around my house. "But your design is quite lovely. I also quite liked the look of your big tool when you were on the balcony." Then she let out a light chuckle.
She stopped and stared directly at my crotch. The outline of my big tool was visible through my gym shorts.
"Oh yeah?" I asked.
"To be honest, is was like a dream come true. I spent last night at a god awful boring awards show, and I woke up this morning thinking about how when I was younger I used to ride the most famous cock home from the Oscars. Oh what I wouldn't give for one of those big long young cocks right now. And then suddenly you were there, big as life. Maybe bigger."
"That's a damn shame you felt like that. A woman like you should be able to have any man she wants," I said.
"That's very kind, but I'm sure you're used to having any woman you want. How big is it anyway?" she asked.
