I Should Thank My EX For Telling Her Friends About My Huge Penis

When I was much younger, I really fancied this older woman, she was about 11 years older than me and an artist. I have to admit I pursued her, but man was she a piece of work, but when I think about it today I really should thank this ex for telling her friends and whoever else would listen about my huge penis.

It all started when we met in a Rockey Street bar, I was young and dumb as well as a bit “big city” struck. I met Veronique, and was immediately taken by this artist, we started going around a bit together and I really found myself wanting to get into her pants.

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One afternoon we all got drunk and stoned at her place after traipsing behind her to one of her arb art exhibits. We were all drinking red wine by the jug-full and smoking some great weed I had got my hands on.

Eventually we were all half drunk and half stoned and people began to wander off, leaving me alone with Veronique. This time she was open to my sexual advances. She was forbidden fruit too, because this was in South Africa during the apartheid era; I was white, she was colored.

We got into the bath together and started fucking underwater, but when we were halfway through, she decided to stop and take some photos. Admiring my big hard cock I didn’t mind, but taking photos of it, I didn’t know.

Posing me how she wanted, she got the shots she needed and it actually turned me on, she assured me they would be private. By the time she returned to our fucking session I was rock hard and I just fucked her hard and selfishly, cumming like a young boy.

The next day she refused to see and this continued for weeks while I moped around. She hid behind her cortege of sycophants, and I felt hurt, shunned and confused, I consoled myself with misery and drugs. But eventually I snapped out of it and decided to get out and about again, returning to my favorite bar. The fact that I had met my Veronique there may have been the reason why, it was her favorite place too.

Sauntering up to the bar, I placed my order with Shirley, the resident barmaid. She winked at me when she gave me my drink and said, “it’s on the house, I’m buying, because you have got such a nice cock”. “What” I replied, “look” she said pointing to the wall on my left. There I was, as large as life and as naked as the day I was born, only with a massive hard on.

That bitch had sold me for money, and it had been there for 3 weeks while I had been moping over her. But I suppose I have her to thank, because I was never short of dates after that, and I never had to pay the bill.

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