At 58 years old Bronson Riddick still maintained an impressive physique, he took light doses of steroids to maintain solid 18 inch biceps with all his other muscles well larger than average. He was bald so he kept his head smoothly shaved at all times. Most of his upper body was heavily tattooed especially his arms which were inked from his shoulders all the way down to his wrist; over the years his tattoos had faded somewhat and few people bother to ask him what the artwork was or what it represented, but it made him look intimidating.
Needless to say, he was a cold man. He had fallen into the criminal lifestyle at a young age and did five years in prison in his twenties for assault, uttering threats and drug trafficking. He had never expected to live as long as he had. It was during his time in prison that he made the right connections with the wrong people and upon his release begin building one of the strongest and most feared gangs in the cocaine trade.
Now in his late fifties he sat at the very top of his empire living a life reserved for a movie star. He owned countless sports cars and his proudest possession was a massive sprawling yacht fit for a James Bond villain, it was worth $300 million. It boasted three different levels including a massive banquet hall, a swimming pool on the back deck and even a helicopter landing pad should he ever feel the need to own one. He had no children and never married.
He lived a life like that of Hugh Hefner, he was surrounded with attractive bimbos in bikinis 24/7, that's how he liked his women. He didn't care for intelligence in any of his girlfriends and being rich he had an endless supply of young attractive women lining up to be at his side. That's what he loved about his life more than anything. With wealth and power come free blowjobs. And nobody loved getting head more than Bronson Riddick, he always kept several bimbos on his boat at all times for that very purpose. He didn't give a damn about a females pleasure, in bed he was purely selfish and was only a taker; never a giver.
Riddick was lying naked on his back on his big queen size bed with the afternoon sun shining in through the porthole windows in his bedroom cabin, his favourite room on the yacht. He was lightly buzzed from a couple glasses of wine and was gently stroking his hard cock which was now fully erect. His dick was an impressive circumcised 7 inches and at the age of 58 it still worked perfectly.
"MANDY, GET IN HERE!!" he called out through the open bedroom door
A young bleach blonde bimbo came in wearing a skimpy blue bikini barely containing her big fake tits; her body was perfectly tanned from spending her afternoons lying on the deck of Riddicks yacht. These are the kind of women Riddick liked. He detested intelligence in a female, as an old school sexist he saw women as nothing more than sex objects to pleasure him. He looked at his hard dick between his legs and motioned for Mandy to come up on the bed. The implication was obvious, he wanted a blow job too completion.
"You give me a blow job that'll keep my eyes crossed for a week and I'll give you that bag of cocaine you see sitting there on the dressing table" his voice cold.
