Black Rap Star
The continuation of sixty eight year old woman transformed from a conservative pillar of society into a knockout MILF who craves the attention her 38E-22-33 body gets.
The other thing that happened from being with my two lovers was that I became more aware of my body and especially the signals it gave when I was out in public.
I felt so sexual from being with my two young lovers every day that the lust inside me was communicated to everyone the moment I walked out of my house. I now had this insatiable sexual appetite that had to be constantly fed.
One weekend while both boys were at the hospital with my husband I decided to go shopping for some new and sexy lingerie. I went to a shopping mall that I knew had a few stores I wanted to look through. As soon as I got out of my Mercedes I heard a voice say,
"Shit that's some sexy-ass shit right there."
Looking up I saw a huge, white stretch Hummer limousine. It literally took-up ten parking spaces as it was parked sideways. Standing next to the limousine were three giant black men wearing very stylish suits and the darkest of sunglasses.
All were enormous in height and size and instantly made me think that they resembled wrestlers or professional football players. I was not a person who watched sports, but because of their massive, hulking frames and being well over six feet tall that was the image that came to mind.
Immediately feeling very intimated I walked to the mall elevator. As my high heels clicked on the cement floor I heard that same voice again,
"Don't walk away sexy. Youz and Iz needs to get really friendly-like."
Pressing the elevator button I waited nervously for it to arrive. Once the door opened I went in and quickly pressed to close button.
"Come-on back baby. Brings that hot-assed sexy body you knowz you gots back here to yo boy Devastate."
'God, please close,'
I said to myself trying to will the door shut.
As they started to close I looked up. I told myself not to but I couldn't resist seeing who the voice was. I also did in case I needed to identify him if there was a robbery or something illicit that happened that day.
For a few, brief seconds, as the doors closed I saw the face of the blackest person I have ever seen. I could only see his face and thought it was because of the way he was sitting. He had some type of net material on his head. I had seen this in a few documentaries that focused on the lives of black leaders in communities.
From where I was standing it looked as if he had two scars running across his face. I could have been wrong because I was about fifty feet away, but there definitely were two noticeable marks of some kind. What I did see was what looked like a row of gold teeth.
As the door closed he opened his mouth and leered at me while he nodded his head up and down.
"Fuck you is so fuckin fine," he said as the doors thankfully came to a close.
When the door finally closed I breathed a little sigh. Seeing my reflection in the elevator mirror I immediately thought about what he said about me saying I knew I had a nice figure. I hated to admit it but he was right. He knew I was well aware of my body and the clothes I wore that helped show it off.
That day I wore a very sexy and quite daring black business suit. The jacket had a plunging neckline and the ultra-short mini skirt barely came down an inch past the jacket. With my black pumps on I was all legs. Under my white, transparent blouse I wore a sheer white lace bra. The lace material of the bra kept my ultra-sensitive nipples fully erect and aroused. Highlighting my long, tapered legs I wore a pair of elegant nude thigh high stockings attached to a white garter belt.
Dressing like this, especially the alluring lingerie I wore under my outfits was all a part of who I was now. Being so aware of my body and how I knew it turned on all men and my two young lovers, I just loved dressing sexy every day. The material of my blouse was so sheer that my inch long nipples were quite visible.
The thing that surprised me was how my body was reacting. I could feel my long nipples were piercing threw my bra and blouse, and if I wasn't wearing the jacket I knew they would on display for everyone in the mall to see. I would imagine a lot of glaring looks from a lot of males but also a fair amount dirty looks from mothers with small children.
When I entered the mall I instantly took notice to the amount of young people who were gathered around what looked to be a stage in the center atrium. There had to be at least a thousand of them and they were all chanting the word 'Devastate.' I instantly thought that that was what the young black male in the stretch Hummer said which was,
"Come-on back baby. Brings that hot-assed body you knowz you gots back here to yo boy Devastate."
I went up the escalator listening to the chants of people shouting Devastate, Devastate. The second floor was also was lined with young people, mostly young girls and all holding out camera phones. Being somewhat curious I managed to stand in a tiny space.
I noticed that the stage was surrounded by large black men who stood shoulder to shoulder. They were enormous, similar to the men standing guard at the limousine, but these men were wearing neon vest that read SECURITY in large, bold letters.
Next to me were three young girls who were very chatty and quite energized about who the performer was.
Being curious I asked one of the girls who was about to perform.
"It's Devastate," she said looking at me as if stunned I wouldn't know.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know who that is," I said candidly.
"OMG, lady he's like only the number one rapper on the planet," one of the girls said excitedly.
'Not from the planet I live on,'
I felt like saying, but decided not to say anything as I felt out of place and old at that moment.
"So girls since I don't know anything about Mr. Devastate; they began giggling when I said Mr.," why don't you tell me what you know about him," I said being curious.
For the next five minutes I got a history lesson on his bio that had my mouth literally dropped-open.
One girl, Kirsten, told me that he 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.
Another girl, Shayla instantly chimed in and said that he was recently involved in a trial regarding a shooting in a trendy LA night club and that he was in prison for six months before a high-powered lawyer got him out.
The third girl, Neleska, a very attractive teenage girl with long black hair and full lips dressed in a clinging, white mini dress that showed she had a sizeable chest said, "Yeah, everybody knew he was guilty because it was on video but he got out after six months.
"All because of his money he hired the most successful lawyers known for high profile celebrity cases." Shayla said.
"Yeah he was even shot five times that night and bragged about it in one of his songs," Neleska said.
"Bangin heads with gangs," Kirsten said, priding herself in knowing the title.
Neleska then added, "You know he's got 14 kids, and all by different girls?"
"Eighteen, stupid" Shayla said in an annoyed voice as she happily corrected her friend.
"Oh my," I said in a surprised voice," and you say he's only eighteen?" I asked.
