Oh, the lure of big hard nipples. I was a stripper most of my life and these big boobs have paid for it all. Now, I’m older and a granny but I still get a few looks, mostly from younger men who appreciate a mature and sexy woman.
I know better than to go braless in winter but I had only planned to run to the store to grab a few things. A pair of sweats and a t-shirt was good enough as I stuffed my feet into bedroom slippers. I just needed a few treats for the grands when they came over for movie night. Who would’ve guessed that tonight would turn into more? Seriously, I would’ve at least put on make-up and washed the coochie a bit.
The night air hit my nipples like a glacier as I stepped outta the car. The young black man collecting carts stood there with his mouth gaping as my nipples poked furiously through the thin t-shirt. “Dayum, granny. You gots some fine nipples.” he smiled. I looked at his package and back at his face. “Whatcha gonna do about it, boy? Help an old woman out?” I teased. He put his arm around me. “Follow me, miss.” he laughed. He led me to a storage area for broken down shopping carts. By then, my old pussy was juicing, knowing I was gonna get some young BBC.
The young nigga pulled out his beefy cock, reaching me for. “Suck it, mama.” I slid my mouth over the monster and his hips bucked as he face-fucked me. “Gimme some of dat pussy.” he said, turning me around and bending me over. I felt his throbbing fuckstick penetrate me and start that jungle beat that smooth black men have. We were bucking and humping as we hit that nut. I felt him fill me with that nigga jizz. And then he was gone.
Walking through the store, I felt his juice ooze down the leg of my sweats. I opened my jacket a bit wider. Maybe if I played this right, I could get me a little more on the way out to my car. I gotta love those young men who crave big mama titties, especially on a nipple popping cold winter night.
