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.
