Here I was a seventy eight year old married woman of socialite status, squatting on my high heel pumps, worshiping the biggest cock I have ever seen.
Licking it. Kissing it. Passionately stroking it. Literally making love to it.
The fourteen inch, log-shaped monster cock I was worshiping was attached to the sculpted body of a world-famous rap star. An eighteen year old black rap star!
My name is Virginia Wechsler. The story I am about to tell occurred within a two month period. The events that happened in this time-frame were by-far the most unbelievable things I have ever experienced in my life.
Since I was fifteen I was always tall and extremely busty. At fifteen I stood five feet nine inches tall, weighed one hundred and five pounds and measured 42DD-23-33.
In High School I was quite popular, but especially with my sixty five year old, black Principal. In my Senior year, the night of my eighteenth birthday found me at his home in his king-sized bed!
In the last thirty years I only gained ten pounds, all of which went to my breasts. My measurements at age eighteen were 34G-23-33.
During my teen years and into my mid-twenties I was a glamour model. Because of my measurements and standing at five feet ten inches tall I predominately did glamour-model pictures and pin-up calendars in the fifties.
During those years as a glamour model I traveled to exotic places all over the world. While modeling, I had countless experiences with older men, who were European and Middle Eastern.
At the time of being in my teens, these men were much older than me. They were fifty to sixty years older than me, and a few even seventy years older. They each spoiled and pampered me and showed me the benefits of a wealthy lifestyle. They were all amazing lovers and brought-out an animalistic side in me that burned deep inside me.
My husband, who is ninety three years old; fifteen years older than me, made his fortune in the rare-gem industry. His family owned diamond and precious gem mines throughout Africa and South America. He sold to the wealthiest clients all over the world.
When I was twenty four I met my husband at a Gala that provided funds to orthodox Jewish families. We traveled the world and although he never satisfied me in the way my European lovers did, I wanted for nothing and became part of a very affluent social- circle.
I do admit to having many lovers during our marriage. The need came from purely to satisfy the sexual desires that built-up inside me constantly. The lovers I enjoyed were all much younger than myself. My young lovers were my private trainers, and golf and tennis pros, but the majority of my suitors were young junior executives of my husbands.
Meeting these young men at company parties is how I learned their names. During a slow dance is where the introduction to my bedroom started. The trysts that I indulged in, were always while my husband was traveling on business. There were times when my desires became so untamed that I was in bed with up to four young lovers for the entire time my husband was away.
As years went by I still had intense sexual desires, but because of my high-visibility and social standing my lust was channeled into participation with organizations that focused on Jewish organizations. Although I still exercised regularly and maintained my measurements, my craving was most certainly repressed.
Four months ago I got involved with an organization that funded technology in the inner city for students of low socio-economic backgrounds. These were predominately black and Hispanic children that came from extremely hard backgrounds.
My involvement came through a business associate of my husbands. His son, Taylor. I agreed to working with the organization, lending my support. Taylor had started the charity a few months before while he was in High School. As part of his business-model he had planned a Gala. At eighteen he was well on his way to making a successful career for himself.
We agreed to meet for lunch at his fathers private country club. Coincidently, it was also the club my husband and I were members of.
I always dress attractively, and that day I came dressed in a black, mid-thigh pencil skirt with a sheer white blouse. I wore a strapless white-lace bra which was also very sheer.
Through the material of the blouse the bra was easily noticable and because of the bra being so sheer one could see the imprint of my large, dark nipples. Because the blouse clung to my skin I unbuttoned the top three buttons. With the buttons undone it showed my deep, plunging cleavage.
Unbuttoning my blouse was not for the intention to show off my cleavage, but rather for comfort. With the size of my breasts being 34G, I always have to undue buttons with close-fitting blouses. Unbuttoning, was to allow the blouse to fit comfortably.
Completing my outfit I wore a pair of white, lace bikini panties and a pair of nude thigh high stockings. The nylons were attached to a white, lace garter belt.
Although my sex-life has gone dormant, I still feel the need to be sexy, which is the reason I always wear stockings attached to garters. I find the nude shade gives my long, tapered legs a wonderful accent. I wore a pair of black high heel pumps which accented my long, tapered legs. My hair is the color of silver/gray, and is shoulder length. I have it styled, but do not dye it.
When I arrived I went to the front desk. I recognized the hostess and recalled her name was Traci. She was a college student and worked as a hostess.
When I came up to her she was very excited. "Oh my God, Mrs. Wechsler, I can't believe you're having lunch with, Taylor Pierce," she said enthusiastically. I smiled as she went on about how gorgeous he is.
I listened to her talk glowingly as she went on about how successful he is and how gorgeous he is and even added that he was always at the club with the most gorgeous girls. I just smiled and nodded politely as she extoled his virtues.
At that point the general manager, of the dining room, Charles came over and escorted me to Taylors table. Seeing Taylor I had to admit that Traci did not overstate how good-looking he was. He had the looks of a male model on the cover of all the Mens Health and Mens fashion magazines.
When Taylor stood he took my hand and thanked me for coming. Looking me up and down with a deliberate gaze he added that I looked stunning.
I thanked him then politely said that he was quite handsome himself. As I said it I watched his eyes roam from my long legs up my entire frame. I had to admit that I found him to be extremely handsome and as his eyes seemed to scan me I felt a thrill shoot right through me.
As we chatted I found him to be amazingly self-assured and quite confident. In my mind, as I listened to him speak, I kept thinking to myself that he could not be eighteen and just out of High School.
Taylor was mature beyond his years which was quite impressive to me. The fact that he was six feet tall, with the looks of a male model added to his confidence. I had little doubt that with his good looks and extreme confidence he had girls lining-up and taking a number to be with him.
During lunch, Taylor not only proved to be every- bit dashing and charismatic, but also quite the flirt. He would often look me up and down than tell me that I was very attractive. He even went so far as to say that it was really hard for him to concentrate on the charity with my being so sexy.
I thanked him for the compliments, but took them as him just being flirtatious. When I told him that I was sure he had hundreds of girls his age he looked me up and down then said in a very confident tone, "None with a body as sexy as yours." I looked at him incredulously and said, "Oh I'm sure all the girls you're with have beautiful bodies, Taylor."
I then got us back on topic, but had to admit what he said about me having a sexy body had me excited. During our conversation I felt his eyes roam all over me. I felt a warmth that I hadn't felt in years. With his male-model looks I felt a thrill deep inside of me. It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in quite a while. I felt my body come alive in a way it hadn't for years.
In our conversation I told him that his parents were meeting my husband and I at our penthouse for drinks. When he learned that I had taken my husbands private limousine he offered to drive me to back to the city.
"Let me drive you back to the city," he said. "I have plans in the city tonight myself, plus it will give us an opportunity to talk more about the Gala," he added.
I was sure his plans were with meeting was with a young female.
"And I'll bet those plans include a young female," I chided teasingly.
He didn't deny it and just grinned.
"Ok, you.ve got me there," he said with a grin, " but, I'd really like to drive you back."
