Disclaimer - No, I don't know Beyonce and none of this happened. It is all fiction.
Empire States of Minds
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The long trip ended last night. Flying across the world always came with a strong jet lag the next day. Kurt had learned that over time when he had to travel across countries to secure business deals. He worked as a tax lawyer in Houston before making the jump to working in management. His job was secure with six figure incomes and keeping the company of entertainers who needed someone with an expertise in handling taxes along with their public relations. Much had changed, but one thing always remained the same: the rich and famous wanted to make themselves seem normal in the eyes of their followers.
Along the way, Kurt had befriended a few famous singers. Among them was Beyonce who was one of his best clients. They would meet up occasionally and have affairs when she was away from her husband. This was one of those occasions where they planned to get together in New York City. Kurt had a penthouse suite in Manhattan where he invited her. The last time they did anything special, they met up in her home state of Texas. He always dreamed of having fun with her in the penthouse with the empire state building visible from one of the floor to wall windows in the bedroom.
After meeting up, they spent the day wining and dining, talking about the little details of their lives. Later in the evening, he was still wearing his dress suit from dinner. Beyonce wore an elegant red dress, playing up her date to him. All of her beautiful curves were easy to see in the dress and heavy cleavage. Her boobs were bigger than ever before. She walked over slowly, her thick hips swaying in a tight black dress that hugged every curve.
"I wish I could make time to be with you more than this. We always have to split after a few days," she said with a sigh. Kurt agreed, nodding. "Never mind that, let's open this bottle of champagne and catch up on old times. I want to know about the last tour. Tell me everything."
They clinked glasses and caught up—talking about her latest shows, his latest deals, the way they both kept this thing hidden from everyone else. The conversation stayed light at first, but the air between them grew heavier with every sip.
Beyonce set her glass down and stepped closer. "You still think about me when you’re all by yourself?"
He nodded, eyes dropping to the way her massive ass filled out the dress. She caught his gaze and he grinned, "how could I not? You're something of an experience that a man like me could never forget."
She walked over slowly, her thick hips swaying in a tight black dress that hugged every curve. "I know you like to see this. Stay right there," she told him, guiding him back into the leather chair. "I want to give you something to watch. Forget the concerts and all that stuff. This is my show for you."
She began to move, rolling her hips in slow circles as her hands slid up her sides. The dress peeled away inch by inch, revealing smooth brown skin and the heavy swell of her massive tits. Nothing held them under the dress and they were easily freed. She turned, bending slightly so her huge thicc booty pushed out toward him, the round cheeks jiggling with every shift of her weight and then the cheeks rubbing together. A white G-string was visible between them. She hooked her thumbs and eased it down, hitting the floor, letting the fabric slide over the thick curve of her ass before stepping out of them completely.
Kurt’s eyes stayed locked on her as she turned back around, cupping her massive tits and lifting them and then letting them drop and bounce heavily. A big grin ran across her face, but he saw something else in her eyes. The way she looked at him said more than the movement of her curvy black body. A sight of beauty that easily made him addicted to her from the time they met. She stepped between his spread legs and lowered herself onto his lap, grinding her bare pussy against the growing bulge in his pants. Her thick ass cheeks spread around his thighs while she rocked her hips in a slow, deliberate lap dance, pressing her soft weight down and rolling her body against him.
She leaned forward, her heavy tits brushing his chest as she whispered against his ear, "You like how this body moves for you? You like watching it?" Her ass continued to grind in slow circles, the heat of her pussy soaking through his clothes and covering his pants while she kept the rhythm steady and teasing. She moved gracefully, giving this lap dance with easy. Beyonce leaned in closer on Kurt’s lap, her lips finding his and then making a deep kiss. Her hunger letting out for him. Their mouths moved together with building intensity, tongues sliding and tasting as her heavy tits pressed against his chest. She kept grinding her bare pussy against the hard bulge in his pants, the wet heat soaking through the fabric while their kiss grew deeper and more urgent. She was hungry and wanted him. No one else. She broke the kiss with a soft gasp and slid off his lap, standing between his spread legs. Her fingers worked quickly, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it open to expose his chest. She tugged his pants and boxers down together, freeing his stiff cock. It sprang up, hard as a rock and ready for her hands.
Beyonce dropped to her knees in front of the leather chair. She wrapped her fingers around the base and leaned forward, dragging her tongue slowly along the underside from root to tip. She took the head into her mouth, sucking gently at first, then sliding her lips lower. Inch by inch she worked him deeper until her nose pressed against his stomach, her throat relaxing around his full length in a smooth move. Going deep, she pushed her lips all the way down to deepthroat it. Nice and slow. She held there for a moment before pulling back, saliva glistening along his shaft and then spit on it.
She repeated the motion in a steady rhythm, pushing his cock down her throat repeatedly. Lips rising to the head and then going back down. Her massive tits swayed and bounced with the movement, heavy and full. Kurt’s hands stayed planted on the armrests, gripping the leather but never reaching for her hair. He thought about it once, but knew better. Beyonce wasn't the kind of woman who let a man take control like that. She set the rules and everything worked her way, no other way. He sighed and breathed deeply as she worked him over, throat clenching and releasing around him, tongue pressing flat along the underside on every descent.
Beyonce kept the pace measured and thorough, taking him deep again and again until his thighs tensed and his cock throbbed hard against her tongue. She pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head, then sank down once more, burying him completely in her throat while she held the position, savoring how worked up he was getting without letting him finish. And then she pulled back suddenly, her lips leaving Kurt’s throbbing cock with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connected her mouth to the swollen head as she lifted her massive tits together in both hands and then wrapped them around his shaft. He groaned as his dick was smothered between her black tits.
“I want to put this big white dick between my titties,” she told him, "I want you to do all the work. You get to fuck these tits, and I want you to use every inch of that big fucking white cock between them."
Kurt’s hips started moving at once, driving upward between the soft, pillowy mounds. Beyonce kept them squeezed tight, creating a slick channel that milked his length with every thrust. Her spit from the blowjob made everything slippery, letting him slide easily between her breasts. Each upward stroke pushed the head of his cock out near her chin, but she didn't lick it. She didn't even look down to see it. Her brown eyes focused on him instead.
“That’s it, fuck them harder,” she urged him, "fuck these titties."
Kurt kept pumping, his cock disappearing and reappearing between the dark firm flesh. Beyonce moaned encouragement the whole time, squeezing her breasts tighter whenever he thrust deep. Going full and hard, he found himself pumping away like it was nothing. Beyonce felt him swelling and throbbing between her breasts, but before he could finish and shoot his load she pulled back, releasing his cock from the soft grip of her cleavage. She stayed on her knees, looking up at him with a satisfied smirk while his shaft twitched in the open air, denied release once more. She didn't want him to cum just yet. Not until she had his white dick in her black pussy.
She rose up from her knees without a word and turned, planting her hands on the arm of the leather chair before lowering her upper body. Her knees sank into the soft cushions, spreading wide so her thick ass lifted high. He could see the plump roundness of it. Right there for the taking, only for him. The heavy globes parted slightly, revealing the slick folds between them.
“Take it,” she said over her shoulder, looking at him. “Fuck me like that.”
Kurt stood behind her, gripped her wide hips, and drove forward. His cock sank into her wet pussy. He took in the feeling before making the first thrust. She moaned, inviting him to give her more. "Come on, fuck me," he began thrusting and pumping away into her pussy. Beyonce’s massive ass rippled on impact with waves running through her thick skin. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a steady rhythm that made her cheeks clap with every stroke. The sound filled the penthouse—sharp, wet smacks echoing off the walls.
Her huge tits swung beneath her, heavy and dark, nipples brushing the leather with each forward jolt. Kurt’s hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass, spreading her sexy brown cheeks as he pumped into that pussy again and again. Beyonce pushed back to meet him, grinding her ass in tight circles whenever he bottomed out. Now she was helping him, wanting to reach her climax more than he did.
“Harder,” she yelled. “Fucking pound my pussy with that big fucking white dick! Give it to me! I want all of your white cock! I want you to fuck me with that thing until i cum, now come the fuck on and give it to me! Fuck me!"
Kurt obliged, hips snapping faster. The force made her ass cheeks bounce and ripple, the clapping growing louder and wetter. Her pussy clenched around him, fluttering as her orgasm built. She dropped her chest lower, ass higher, and cried out when the climax hit. Her walls pulsed hard around his cock, juices coating his length as her body shook.
He kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing every feeling from her until her moans softened. Then he pulled out. His fist wrapped around his shaft and he stroked once, twice. Thick ropes of cum erupted across her upturned ass, painting broad white streaks over the dark, gorgeous skin. The load landed heavy, dripping down the curves of her cheeks and into the cleft between them and to the sites. She just stayed there in position as his white semen dripped in streams across that ass.