Gerald flashes teenager Casey his huge black cock but gets the tables turned on him.

Gerald was a semi-retired 54-year-old, dark-skinned black man. During an otherwise unremarkable weekday, he was in the shower when he heard a knock on his front door.

“Fuck.” He shut off the water, donned a white towelling robe, tied the sash, slung a towel over his shoulder and walked towards the door.

He peered through the peephole to see Casey, a local teenager, in her girl scout’s uniform biting her bottom lip while looking furtively up and down the street. She held a small stack of pink boxes in her hands.

He opened the door, “Hi Casey.” She gave him a quick once over nervously.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is this a bad time, Mr Gerald?”

Not for me show you my cock, Princess, No, it’s not a bad time at all.

“No, no. Come on in. You don’t mind, do you?” he said indicating his robe.

“No, not really.” She walked in quickly as he closed the door behind them admiring her skinny body as he followed her. Although she was a twelfth grader, she hadn’t yet developed the fuller shape of other girls her age.

Isn’t she too old to be a girl scout? Fuck I don’t know.

She sat down on the sofa that he pointed to and she proceeded to lay out her boxes on the table between them. He sat on a low, leather sofa directly across from her. The white robe just reaching his knees.

She stole glances at his thick hairy legs and bare feet.

“Look, my mom said I shouldn’t be alone with the older men that live by themselves but I need to make my sales target...”

“I don’t blame her. You can’t be too careful these days.”

You never know who’s waiting to expose their cock to you.

“So, what can I do for you, princess?”

She freckled face broke into a huge smile as she toyed with her short dirty blond hair and she explained the price of the cookies gesturing to the boxes every now and then.

As she spoke, he rubbed his hair vigorously with the towel and opened his legs just enough for his black thick cock to become discernible in the shadow between his thighs.

She gaze darted to the opening in his robe and she paused, unsure.

“Yes, yes. Go on. You were saying about the coconut ones?”

Hiding his eyes with the towel drying his hair, he watched her reaction as he slowly opened his legs a little more.

Her interest piqued, she leaned forward as her short brown scout’s skirt rode over her skinny freckled knees. Her eyes stayed locked on his dick as she opened her mouth.

“Ok, so how much for a box of coconut ones? And do I get a discount if I buy more?”

He sat back and opened his legs as his long cock thickened and lengthened into the light its languid eye looking at her from under the thick foreskin.

Decision time, princess.

She froze, her gaze fixated on his cock and tried to get back on script.

“Like I was saying – the coconut ones-.”

“Bring those samples over here, gorgeous!” His loud bark snapped her out of her reverie.

She stood up quickly, grabbed some boxes and scurried around the coffee table between them never losing sight of his cock including the massive balls covered in frizzy grey pubic hair which had become visible as the robe parted.

He patted the sofa next to him and he turned towards her as she sat down.

She handed him a box which he placed on the couch away from her and pretended to inspect its contents.

“Can I taste it? Can I smell?” he turned to look her directly in the eye.

He watched her as his cock continued to wake up as if it had detected pussy in the air. Her eyes and mouth grew wider still as the blood flowed to his cock expanding as it hardened fully.

She licked her lips mesmerized as it raised off the leather surface trailing a string of precum. She watched in awe as the head emerged from the heavy foreskin and stuck above the opening in his robe. Its bulbous head glinting with precum in the morning light.

They’d both stopped speaking and he splayed his legs completely.

Another crossroads, princess. Decide.

She continued looking at his cock, moved closer still then hesitantly, reached for it. She paused midway, hand in the air as if mustering up the courage. Then she quickly closed her hand around it and he marvelled at the sight of her small, pasty white freckled hand on his midnight black monster.

She gently stroked the foreskin up and down while cupping the heavy head in the upstroke. She squeezed and twisted the tick shaft watching as this action forced more precum out into the head. With her free hand she toyed with his huge hairy old balls. Slowly. Expertly.

Princess has done this before. Fucking kids nowadays.

As she stroked him, she opened the sash of the robe leaned closer, kissed him on his chest, licking and biting his nipples. All the while pumping and twisting his full length gauging its thickness, its length, hardness.