76 yr old GILF seals another deal for hubby with thug black rap star.
DARCELL
One other time I helped my husband secure a lucrative contract was with an up-and-coming rap artist. His name was Darcell Roberts, but went by the name of 'The BIG Hook.' My husband was not fond of rap artists, because he has prejudice towards minorities, largely people of color. Although I have never been with a black male before and do not have any black friends, I have never been prejudiced towards any race.
In spite of my husbands prejudice towards blacks and rap artists, he knew that signing Darcell Roberts would result in making millions of dollars.
I learned from my husband, that Darcell had just turned eighteen. I also learned things that were shocking, to the point where I questioned him as to why he would want to sign a person with such a troubled past. Of course I knew it was all about the millions he would make on the back of this rap artist.
My husband told me that as a teenager Darcell had already been to prison six times. His crimes included robbery, stabbing a police officer, and once for shooting someone during a robbery at a liquor store. Fortunately, the owner survived, and because Darcell was a minor he was released after six months.
He went on to tell me that Darcell had even been shot five times during a gang-related incident. My eyes perked-up when my husband said that he had fathered eighteen children from eighteen different females, and that he was paying hefty child support for each. This was another reason my husband was hoping Darcell would sign with his company.
One day, while waiting in my husband's office, for him to come back from the airport, I met the young rap artist. When Darcell came in the office I was standing at my husbands desk. The instant he entered my husbands office I instantly felt the room turn icy-cold.
What caught my eye was him being very short, standing at 5 feet 3 inches and that his skin was black as coal. Even though extremely short in stature, there was a criminal presence about him that suggested this was a person you did not want to cross.
My being unsettled also had to do with his appearance. He wore a tight, black, mesh headband that I learned was called a Durag. He had these ominous gold teeth that I also learned was called a 'Grill.' His pants were literally hanging down by a big diamond belt- buckle above his knee. This was something called 'sagging.'
Standing in my high heels I towered over the pitch-black rap artist. Even though he was short I instantly felt a presence about him that demanded respect, especially if a person knew what was good for them. From what I could see in his tight fitting sleeveless T-shirt he was very muscular. His gold teeth added to his foreboding character. As I stood at my husbands desk the young, black rap artist looked me up and down with hunger in his eyes. His blatant glaring at me was deliberate. As he scanned my body from my high heels, up my long legs and to my heavy 34G breasts he had a sly grin on his face.
After what seemed like time stood still as he gaped over every inch of my body, he grinned and said, "Fuck, you is real fuckin fine."
I felt a sudden chill rush over me, but at the same instant felt my inch-long nipples strain through my sheer bra and white blouse.
This caused him to grin knowingly.
"You turnin on already baby," he said as he licked his lips deliberately.
As he said it he rubbed the center of his baggy-pants. My eyes opened-wide as I saw a menacing object running down to his knee then curved dramatically to the left side. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.
As I gazed at the sight like a frozen deer he said, in a cold voice, "Yeah baby, this be why I'm called The Big Hook."
As my eyes were riveted to disbelieving curved shape that filled his baggy pants I stammered, "Yes, I can see why."
He came in with papers that my husband had given him to sign. He did not seem very happy, but his eyes continued to roam over me ravenously.
"I'm Abe's wife, Virginia Wechsler," I said in a voice that had nervousness in it.
"Wife?" he said questionably.
"Yes," I stammered.
"Shit," he sounded incredulous. "I've seen you in the pics on the old fucks desk. He pointed, then said, "but figured you for his niece or daughter even," he said as his eyes lingered on my breasts and huge nipples.
That day I wore a tight pencil skirt that went to mid-thigh. A pair of sheer, tan thigh high stockings to accent my long, shapely legs and a pair of black high heel pumps to give my long legs a nice tapper. My white blouse was transparent and my bra was so sheer you could see the outline of my long nipples and wide areola from across the room.
He then brazenly said, "You is fuckin real hot."
I smiled then politely thanked him. At that point I didn't want to encourage him. His presence alone still had me very feeling uneasy.
"Fuck. You're sexy as fuck," he said as he continued to look over my body with deep hunger.
I bit my lower lip for a second as I felt my body come alive.
"Thank you," I said in a throaty voice that gave away my being excited.
"Fuckin killer body." "Can't believe something as hot-assed as you belongs to that old fuck," he said with revulsion in his voice.
As I watched him taking in the sight of my body my eyes lingered on the big imprint in his baggy pants, especially the enormous curve that shot-out past his left knee.
As I watched his eyes run up and down my body meticulously I was beginning to thoroughly relish his attention. I knew all the stories about him being arrested for murder and having so many children and the reputation for being a thug, but I didn't feel anything except sexy.
"Yeah baby, you fuckin know that body of yours is fuckin real hot. Don't cha baby?" he said in a hungry voice that had me tingling all over.
I grinned at him slyly and said in a deep, throaty voice that had lust in it, "I do hear it a lot."
"Fuck bitch I knew it," he said with a sly smirk.
I was accustomed to this, from my years as a model and the way my cloths fitted in a very reveling way, which highlighted my inch-long nipples, my 34G tits and my long legs. What caught me off guard was when, Darcell went to my husband's desk and put the papers down, and wrote something on a piece of stationary that had my husband's name on it.
He said, as he looked me over intently, "Here's my number, bitch. I know that old, prejudice fuck of a husband leaves tomorrow for four weeks. You want the 'Big Hook' to come over and take care of business while that old fuck be outa town, you give me a call." He then added in a assertive tone, "I'll take care of that smoking body of yours."
With that he handed me the paper and walked out. I was stunned, to say the least, but was incredibly turned on.
When my husband came back to his office I told him how Darcell came onto me and that he made it known that he wanted me.
It was just what my husband (and I) wanted to hear. What Darcell might have thought was pure coincidence, with me being at my husbands office, was actually something my husband and I planned. My husband had hoped that once the young rap star saw me dressed the way I was, he would immediately make a play for me, which was exactly what had happened.
"I want that black delinquent's signature on this contract," my husband said waving it in his hand. "Do you think you could get it for me darling?" he asked with a sly grin, knowing that I most certainly could.
"Oh I'm positive I can my love," I responded in a throaty voice as I imagined the young, thug rap star and I in bed while my husband was away.
On the drive back to our penthouse my husband and I talked about getting the rap star to sign the contract. I told my husband that I had a plan which I knew wouldn't fail.
I then took out the paper Darcell had given me with his number on it and dialed the number.
"Yeah?" was all a voice said in a voice that sounded perturbed.
