Back That Ass Up
Starring: Beyonce Knowles
Codes: MF, Cheating/Affairs, Dirty Talk, Lap Dance, Oral, Anal, Tit Fuck
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Miami, FloridaThe plane had touched down in southern Florida, merely minutes after the clock turned to 8 AM. Three hours was the standard flight time from New York City to Miami, counting all the security checks and need of retrieving luggage. The season of fall was in full swing, as anyone back home would be counting down the days of the dreaded winter season. Those were the months it was better to escape the north east and head down south for better weather. Michael Eboli had made that decision more times than not in the past decade since buying a vacation home down in Miami. Working and living in New York was only one part of his life, but come October, he didn't want to be anywhere else but Florida. There was no place like his home down under.
An escort vehicle had been arranged by Michael's security team, awaiting him outside the airport as the aging man stepped out in a black pinstripe suit. Dark sunglasses shielded his eyes from the glaring sun up above. His short brown hair had a few layers of fading gray slicked back in the front. At forty-five years of age now, he kept the hair short to hide where age was beginning to catch up with him. It was one thing to stay in shape at the gym and eat healthy, but time remained undefeated throughout the course of life. Clutched in his left hand was the black plastic handle of a rolling luggage bag. Gold zippers went well with the black leather bag itself, sporting a style that matched the Rolex watch across his wrist. Being the type of man that stood out in a crowd based off his looks alone, Michael strolled without a car in the world as he met with his security outside the airport.
A slick black BMW was his car of choice when it came to getting chauffeured around by his security in Miami. The backseat was empty, reserved solely for Michael himself and a date if he ever had company. Some times he brought a woman along with him, but today's trip was one where the company was awaiting him back at his mansion. Having spent over twenty years working in the music industry as a financial consultant, Michael had made quite the contact list in his book of addresses and phone numbers. This career had started out in his youth, fresh out of college when he was offered a job to join a tour for an up and coming pop band recently signed to a major label. The band didn't go anywhere with flopping record sales and a breakup among the lead singers, but it was a foot in the door of the music industry for Michael.
Along the way, he had managed other bands connected to Colombia Records. Within a few years, Michael found himself looking for new opportunities with offering his skills behind a financial background. Five years after working at Colombia, he met Beyonce Knowles in the summer of 2005. She was preparing a new album, but wasn't ready for a tour. Looking for someone that could help manage the finances to her side projects involving fashion modelling and other ventures, Michael soon found himself newly employed to someone beyond the label. He could still remember the day it all began with Beyonce herself inviting him out for a date to discuss business matters. Early on, he got to learn that she liked to deal with matters in a more personal way than his previous employers. Everything came face to face between the two of them.
That had been more than fifteen years ago at this point. Life had changed greatly for Michael once he started working for Beyonce as she was growing her media empire. Over time, he met her husband Jay-Z and received a small dosage of what their married life was like. So many rumors swirled of cheating and other such scandals. Michael figured early on that both of them led a sort of hedonistic lifestyle, respecting one another's wishes not to indulge in their affairs. It was almost like an open relationship at times, as Michael was quick to realize that Beyonce herself had desires for him. As the years went by, their affairs remained a closed secret only to themselves. She moved him around, giving Michael different jobs with his financial background as he was led to marketing. It would be a few years before he finally got to help with a tour under her name.
All of that had been in the past now. For many years, they had kept what had become an on and off again relationship between work. This occasion of coming down to Miami for a meeting was another long awaited affair with the woman known as Queen B or 'Bey' as he liked to call her. Michael had never married throughout his twenties and thirties. Between his years of having continuous affairs with Beyonce, he did treat himself to escorts. Spending time working in London several years back after Beyonce became a mother, Michael had indulged himself with a series of 'parties' involving glamour models masquerading as high priced escorts. To hear him say it, he had to get his rocks off somehow. But those women couldn't amount to his black queen. Thankfully today, after not seeing her for the past five months, Michael would soon be reunited with Beyonce.
"Is she back at the mansion already?"
Michael spoke to his driver while sitting in the back seat. He pulled the sunglasses from his head, carefully folding them before opening his jacket to slip them in the inner left side pocket.
"Yes, the Queen B arrived a half-hour before your flight, sir."
"Good, see to it that she gets anything she wants."
It was routine for the security chief and driver to know any demands of luxuries and service when Beyonce was at his Florida home. Michael had instructed them some time back that at all times, they refer to her as Queen B. Sunlight peeled out of the windows of the car, glaring across his aging face and dark brown eyes as the BMW continued to roll down the streets. The last time Michael had been in Beyonce's company, he had been overlooking a marketing project from her recent adidas clothing and sneaker line. Ivy Park was an immediate success, just as planned without any doubts whatsoever. That was on the business side of things, but today was a more personal matter. She had her own vacation home across town in Miami, but tonight was meant to be an evening spent between Michael and Beyonce with no disturbances.
Last Friday had been the first time he spoke to her in a few months. Though he was older now, Michael couldn't fight off the surging feeling excitement that was rushing through his body. The relationship went so far back. On one hand, he knew he should've been grateful that she still liked to have affairs with him. On the other hand, Michael felt Beyonce couldn't quit him when she needed a different kind of taste from a man in life. Sitting back in the car, he quietly thought about that last photo shoot she had for Ivy Park. He went to bed last night fantasizing about that beautiful black ass. So plump and thick, oh how he couldn't want to squeeze those cheeks. He bit down on his bottom lip while thinking about that sweet black pussy. So juicy and sweet. It felt like it had been too long since the last time seen her great big tits or even touched them. Finally, there was eyes to look forward to. Dark brown hues that burned through his soul through the night.
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3 HOURS LATER
The sound of a glass touching metal was heard loud and clear throughout the living room as Beyonce sat down. She had finished what was a third glass of wine, sitting there with her strong legs crossed together. Her high heels had been removed from her feet hours earlier, sitting in another room as her feet were fully revealed to Michael's eyes, quickly noticing the red paint across her nails. Beyonce had arrived in what could best be described as a casual lazy look underneath a black trench coat. Michael was given a slight show when she pulled that trench coat off, revealing a pair of black booty shorts that covered her curvy hips and a cut T-shirt to reveal her tone stomach. She knew precisely what she wanted, coming dressed like that. No jewelry covered her dark skin. Her long brunette hair had curly blonde streaks, parted down the middle as usual.
"This is good wine you've got today, Mikey. What year is it?"
She spoke softly, gazing back at her empty glass and grazing her right hand index fingernail across the rim. Michael stood across the room, having taken off his suit hours earlier and changed into something more comfortable with white leisuire shorts and a button up matching shirt. He offered a smile before replying to Beyonce.
"It's nineteen-eighty-one, darling."
Smirking back at him, she uncrossed her legs before responding.
"The year of my birthday, huh? So I guess that's your way of saying sorry for missing out on my big fortieth."
Michael blushed. It was true that he missed out on her birthday party and perhaps he should've felt lucky that she didn't take it personal like some people would have. At his age, it was only a habit to begin making excuses for himself.
"I didn't want to disturb you on a day I knew you would be spending time with your family."
Crossing her arms, Bey got up from where she was sitting. She walked a little closer to Michael before responding.
"Really? Does my husband put you off that bad? Another man that knows I fuck you when I want to?"
Glaring at him after such blunt words, Beyonce knew how to get her point across when she needed to. Turning her view away from him, she left Michael to stand there for a moment and consider such words. If she wanted another man for such affairs, Beyonce had many other options besides him. Michael took a moment to think about her displeasure in his act of forgetting such an important birthday and then he spoke.
"Sorry about that. It wasn't personal, babe."
She turned around, uncrossing her arms while glancing back at him with a smirk across her face.
"I'll tell you what's personal. Me and you goin' upstairs. I don't think I need to remind you the real reason I'm here, Mikey. You know what I want."
Still smirking, she finished her words in a low voice.
"And you aren't gonna tell me no, are you?"
Shaking his head, he smiled back to her.
"Ever so eager to get to the point, Bey. You don't wanna wait until dinner before we take it upstairs and start fucking? I might, I ain't gonna lie. I sure wanna give it to you, but it's it's not even past five o' clock yet."
Now Beyonce was the one shaking her head with a giggle.
"You have a one track mind, you know that right? I didn't say anything about fucking... yet. We've got all day before the sunset. I had something else in mind."
"Like what?"
"Come and find out yourself."
Turning her back to him, it was time to stomp off. Bey knew where Michael's eyes would be glancing. Setting his sights on her thick black booty as those cheeks jiggled and shook, rubbing together from within the tight shorts she wore. His eyes couldn't look away in amazement of that famous world class ass, moving back and forth. Beyonce left him alone in the living room. Without her heels on, he couldn't hear her foot steps in the distance from outside. The grey walls covered every room of Michael's mansion from downstairs minus the living room that had been decorated with dark interior and red carpet. One would have to venture upstairs to find the similar interior decorations that fit the living room. Michael didn't care, as he wasn't here often enough to take such matters more seriously.
When he stepped out of the living room, one of his bodyguards was waiting down the hall. Michael ignored that man, as he was no important matter whatsoever. Up the stairs he marched, grabbing a hold of the cold metal rail with his right hand. A narrow hallway led to the upstairs rooms that included a master bedroom and what Michael liked to call, his 'personal sanctum'. He had a similar room back at his luxury apartment in New York. A special place where he liked to sit quietly and read books or enjoy the company of a woman. Knowing Beyonce well enough from past visits, it was easy for Michael to guess that she would head there rather than the bedroom. He didn't even bother peeking past the grey colored door to glance in his personal sleep room. Instead he stepped further down the hall, going for the door that was on the opposite wall and turning that brass knob to reveal what awaited his eyes.
There she sat on a high stool, phat ass sunk down into that plush cushion atop the dark pine wood frame. Beyonce had spread her legs out, pushing her toes into the carpet on the floor below, leaning over with her ass on full display, still in those same shorts she had been wearing. From where Michael stood in the doorway, he had a perfect view of her supreme buttocks on full display. Beyonce made an effort to pop her booty cheeks. A slight bounce from the left cheek followed by a sudden ripple of movement with the right. She had turned her head to the right, almost as if to glance across her shoulder but only with her eyes closed and hands raised up from where he could not see. For another moment, Michael stood there and watched her booty cheeks pop in rhythm.
"You gonna give me my stool back and come sit that ass down on me?"
His words were enough to make her finally open her eyes, leering at him from the corner of her eye. Beyonce bit down on her lower lip, shaking her head.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
Coming to a halt with her ass popping action, Bey shook her head. Those long curly blonde strands of her beautiful hair shook slightly down her back. Michael couldn't help but tease her with his demands.
"Well, if you aren't gonna do that then stand up and back that ass up on me."
Her hands pushed down into the plush cushion of the stood and then Beyonce slowly began to rise up. She stomped her feet, forcing that phat ass to shake around from within her booty shorts as she then kept her feet spread out and bent over. The next thing Michael's eyes witness was her hips slowly grinding as she began to twerk. His eyes locked on, watching that phat ass bounce and shake from within the thin fabric of her shorts. Michael expected at any moment now, Bey would shove those shorts down and reveal her beautiful black ass in all of it's magnificence. Instead, she grazed her fingertips across her curves and elevated her arms in the air, keeping them raised up while twerking.
"Come on, back that ass up! Grind it on me, Bey!"
Impatient as ever, Michael knew what he wanted while Beyonce had her way with teasing him. Over and over, she continued to twerk and force those ass cheeks to clap. Even within the black fabric of her booty shorts, he could see those phat cheeks smacking together. Did she have on a thong or nothing at all? A question that was beginning to bug him from within his mind. She pushed her legs closer together and then began to step back. Dropping it low for a bit, Bey shoved her ass up beneath Michael before brushing it up against his crotch and then shoving back. He moaned at the touch of her booty up against him, as this was a feeling Michael had missed so dearly. Beyonce began to grind that ass up against his crotch.
"That's it, ohhhhhh fuck..."
As he moaned and called out to her, Bey showed him no mercy. Right cheek, left cheek. She popped them, one after the other as her twerks had become a series of slow grinds.
"Don't touch."
Beyonce called out to him as she came to a halt from grinding. Up and down she rubbed her ass against his crotch while feeling his bulging cock poke up the crack of her massive ass.
"You can feel, but you can't touch."
If only he could see her perfect white teeth in that grin she was doing at the moment. Bey knew all the right ways to tease Michael as she listened to moan at the will of her ass. When she came to a halt from rubbing it against him, she finally turned around and he wrapped his arms around her. Michael could no longer resist the urge to push his lips to her and kiss the woman he considered to be the black queen in his life. She closed her eyes, dancing her tongue against his and moaning into his mouth. They traded multiple kisses back and forth as Michael soon felt the touch of her fingertips trailing up his shirt. When their kisses broke, Michael gazed back into those dark brown hues and all Bey did was smirk before speaking.
"I'll let you have a seat now."
Stepping back, she pointed her left hand fingers across the large fancy desk he had in the center of the room.
"Go sit in your favorite chair, darling..."
Giggling as she ended her speech, Bey's eyes followed him as he made the foot steps closer to that large black plush leather chair. The arm rests were painted gold with Greek architectural designs for art. Over the years, Michael had treated his sanctum room as a personal library. A desk was in the center of the room while bookshelves covered the north and south walls. If it weren't for collecting books, he could've turned the room into a proper mancave, but then again this wasn't his usual place of residence. Sitting down in the chair, Michael reached down below to grab the small piece to adjust it. He shoved the chair back a bit, but he didn't react fast enough. Beyonce had turned around and plopped her phat booty down into his lap.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, man..."
Moaning out in his low voice, Michael felt such pleasure from where she placed that ass. It didn't matter how many times Bey had given him lap dances in previous years, there was something special about this big black ass. Few things in life came close to having fun with her. With her back completely turned to him, Michael had the sight of her curly locks of hair. They sway slightly as Beyonce began to grind her ass down into his crotch. Michael moaned as he ran his hands over her stomach, caressing her dark skin as he moved his head to breathe down the left side of her neck. All Bey did was continue grinding that ass down into his lap. She could feel his bulging cock poke up the crack, but it wasn't enough to stop her from riding it.
"Jesus fucking Christ.... Feels so good."
"Mmmmmm, watch your mouth honey. No need to take the lord's name in vain like that. Just sit back, shut up and enjoy."
Michael shoved his lips to her neck and began to kiss his way down trying to find her weak spot that he knew was on this side. Closing her eyes, Bey let out a soft moan as she continued to pound her phat ass down in his lap, grinding back and forth. Moaning out to her, Michael wasn't sure how much more he could handle before he wanted to rip her skimpy clothes off and get down and dirty. Bey showed him a bit of mercy, lifting that booty off his lap and then bending over like a stripper as she began to shake it and twerk.
"You love this big ass, don't you? Show me how much you love it and spank it!"
Still twerking her booty back and forth, Bey spoke again.
"Smack that ass!"
Biting down on his lower lip, Michael grinned before rearing his right hand back. He sent a hard swat down across her right cheek. Beyonce made an exaggerated moan as she continued to shake her ass back and forth. Spank! His hand struck across her buttocks once more. After a third spank, Michael couldn't resist the urge to grab at her booty shorts and tug them down. His eyes witnessed what was a solid black thong. Bey quit shaking, pushing her legs together to allow the shorts to fall down to her ankles.
"Oh my god..."
No matter how many times he had seen it, there was always that jaw-dropping gasp that needed to be made at the sight of Beyonce's powerful booty on fully display. Cheeks so thick, the line of her thong was completely sucked down the crack of her ass no where in sight to witness. Once again, Beyonce began to shake her massive ass. Clap. Clap. Clap. Those firm cheeks bounced together, clapping in a steady rhythm as she went to grind those hips and make it twerk. All Michael did was sit there, unable to remove his eyes from this wonderful sight.
"So fucking beautiful."
"I know you love my ass, don't you, hun? You love watching this, say it, Mikey!"
Bey yelled at him as she continued to twerk. His eyes were locked on the action of those phat ass cheeks clapping together.
"Oh yeah, this is what I've been wanting for months. No woman comes close to you, Bey. I hope you know that."
If she didn't believe his words, Michael was ready to convince her with action. Raising his right hand, he brought it down for a hard spank across her buttocks. All Beyonce did was bite down on her lower lip and moan as she came to a halt from shaking her ass. Still in the position, she soon felt Michael's hands moving up her booty cheeks. Resting his palms on each side before squeezing her ass. The contrast of their skin tone was apparent to his eyes. Giving that booty another double squeeze, Michael then trailed his hands up her hips, caressing her gorgeous dark skin. Bey took a deep breath, keeping her eyes closed as she felt his touch. Once Michael had moved his hands away, she finally turned around and moved her face closer to his. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled him in for a loving tender kiss. Michael moaned into her mouth as their lips were locked, all before Beyonce pulled away.
"I wanted to wait until tonight, but I don't think I can help myself."
Upon hearing her voice in that low seductive tone, Michael knew all too well that Bey was done toying with him in teasing acts. She leaned back, dropping down to her knees and then pulling at the front of his white shorts. Biting down on her lower lip, her eyes locked onto his momentarily as she tugged his shorts and underwear down simultaneously. As his clothes fell down to his ankles, Michael watched Beyonce glance down at his hard white cock awaiting her hands. She wasted no time grabbing it and wrapping her right hand fingers around the pole. He sat there, starring down at her lovely face as she began to wank his cock up and down.
"Is that what you wanted, babe? My cock?"
Those big brown eyes shot back at Michael as Bey made sure to hold his rod upward, standing beneath her chin. A smug grin ran across her pink lips before she replied.
"Yeah... What do you expect me to say? Been feeling it push up against my ass and down the crack all the time I've been grinding on you."
A true 'matter of fact' type answer that only she could deliver so well. Michael didn't utter another word as he watched her part her lips, feeling her breath down onto his cock. With her tongue out, Beyonce began by flicking it across the head of his long shaft. She shoved her right hand down to the base, holding it up as she pushed it into her mouth and began to slowly suck. 'Mmmmmmm', a muffled moan was audible from inside her mouth, all while Michael felt low vibrations coarse through his shaft. He let out a moan, sliding his arms over the metal arm rests of the chair. For a moment, he wanted to sit there and feel like a king. This was an experience that so many men dreamed of, but only few had ever achieved in life. It was far from the first time he had been in this position but it was always special in Michael's man.
She took her time, savoring the taste of his white meat pole while bobbing her head up and down. Beyonce slobbered and sucked so passionately. Eyes closed, she concentrated while bobbing her head up and down, her lips meeting at where her fingers were twisted around his cock at the base. After another minute, Bey pulled back and released his rod from her lips with a popping noise. She then lifted her left hand, wrapping those fingers around it. For a brief moment, Michael was able to see the small tattoos over her left hand ring finger. The 'J4' and those special three dots. One tattoo was only visible due to her lack of wearing her wedding and engagement rings. She always took them off for an affair like this. He knew what they meant, studying them with his eyes as she spit on his cock to bring his attention back to her face. Bey glared up at him as used both hands to wank his cock, lubing her saliva into it with a smirk across her face.
"I missed sucking your dick, Mikey... Did you miss me sucking it too?"
"You know I did, Bey."
With a laugh, she continued to jerk his cock up and down. Beyonce refused to take her eyes away from his face as she replied.
"I'm better than those escort whores you like to waste money on. Shame on you for that. You could have a queen sucking you off instead of those worthless whores."
Oh yes, she knew his dirty little secrets. It came down to her being his real boss as the employer. It was on point for Bey to tease him about such secrets from time to time, right in the middle of such pleasure. Breaking eye contact with him, she moved her hands away and shoved that thick shaft back into her mouth. Beyonce planted her hands on his legs as she began to aggressively bob her head up and down. She devoured his cock with ease, slurping and slobbering her way up and down in the act of deep-throating. Michael grunted as he clenched his hands in a fist from the arm rests of the chair.
"Ohhhhh, fuck!!"
As he screeched and moaned, Bey showed him no mercy. Again and again, she continued to suck that cock. Her lips pushed down to the base, sending the head of his shaft to the back of her throat. With proper gag reflexes, she didn't choke on it while her mouth made slobbering and sucking noises.
"GWAK-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!"
Not so subtle but incoherent noises grew louder with each movement she made. Drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth as Beyonce was still in a rhythm, gorging herself on that big white dick. At the rate she was sucking, he wasn't sure if he would be able to hold himself back from blasting a sticky load down her throat. Shoving her lips back down to the base, she held a position there while breathing into his ball hair. Michael could see the stands of hair move, but his sights were locked on those dark eyes gazing back at him. She began to move her hands away from his legs, instead dropping them down below to squeeze his hanging ball sack.
"Ohhhhh, god damn it..."
Grunting and gritting his teeth, Michael exhaled a deep breath. Bey knew how to catch him by surprise when she was on her knees. Again, her hands squeezed his balls and he moaned louder as she withdrew her lips back to the head of his slick, saliva drenched cock. Waiting a few extra seconds, Beyonce released his cock with a loud popping noise. Saliva strings dangling back to her open mouth before breaking off.
"Ohhhhh man, you were really in the mood to suck on something today."
"Mmmmmmhhhhhhmmmm. I ain't done yet."
Briefly replying, Bey lowered her mouth down to his hanging nut sack as she raised her right hand and wrapped those fingers back around his slick, wet shaft. She used her free hand to help herself with stuffing those hanging balls into her mouth as she began to stroke his cock up and down with her right hand.
"Ohhhhh god, yes!!"
Her efforts were more than enough to make him moan and call out to her. Michael breathed deeply, watching as her hand glided so easily across his wet shaft, jerking it back and forth. All the while, Beyonce was eagerly sucking on his nuts. She went with the left one first, plopping out of her mouth and then shoving the right one beyond her lips to give it equal sucking. Grunting, Michael began to scrunch his face up as Bey's hand moved faster across his cock. He wasn't sure if she was intentionally trying to push him to the edge of a climax as a way of driving him wild, or if she truly craved the taste of his cum. Her lips kissed his hairy balls, then she lapped her loving tongue across them. Throwing his fingers out from his clenched hands, Michael tapped the palm of his right hand down on the arm rest as he shouted.
"FUCK!!"
Bey knew where she had him, like a boxer on the ropes towards the end of a hard fought round. She raised her head from his nuts and then slid her hand back down to the base of his shaft. Eyes glaring up at Michael, she wasted no time shoving that fat cock back between her lips. He grunted and moaned again as she sucked. Michael grunted and began to screech a growling moan from his gritted teeth. At the rate she was sucking, there was no way he could hold back in the passing minutes.
"Ohhhh god! Ohhhh god, ohhhhh man!!"
All he had accomplished with his huffing and puffing was to make Beyonce suck him harder and faster. Closing his eyes, Michael wished she would slow down, perhaps show him mercy but at the same time he didn't want her to stop. His black goddess sucked better than any woman he ever had in all his life. Again and again, she sucked until finally he reached the limit. His cock erupted between her lips. Michael's eyes popped open as he began to gasp and moan.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh fuck!!"
He cried out to her, wailing like a banshee as spurt after spurt of his cum filled her mouth. 'Mmmmmmmmm', once again, Beyonce made a muffled moan as she was still sucking in an effort to milk that cock of every drop of cum. She had only slowed down, pulling her lips to the head and gazing her loving eyes up at Michael. Her hand began to wank, pushing up and down as Beyonce was eager to squeeze out every last drop she could. He panted, breathing heavily as he felt her draining his balls with the talent of her mouth. When it appeared she was done, Bey pulled the head of his rod from her lips and then leaned up slightly. She wanted Michael to look at the puddle of his cum collected in her mouth. He didn't utter a word as he slowly moved his lips into a cheeky grin. Beyonce then closed her lips together and loudly swallowed his entire load down her throat. Once done, she let out an audible 'ahhhh' before smiling at him.
"Taste good, baby?"
She nodded her head, grinning before responding in words.
"Yeah, tasted as sweet as honey going down my throat. It's been a long time since I swallowed your cum. You usually shoot it all over my face and get me sticky and wet."
Smirking back at her, Michael blushed. He watched Bey wipe her lips with her left hand and then begin to rise up from her knees.
"Mind treating me to lunch now? I don't know about you but I'm hungry. Could go for another bottle of wine too."
He sighed. For a moment, Michael was disappointed to stop. A proper blowjob was just the way to get started with a proper fuck session, but after a second thought, it would do him good. He needed to recover before he was ready to pound her ass and do other things with her. Giving her a nod, he reached down for his shorts and underwear as he began to rise up from the chair.
"Sure thing, I'll meet you downstairs."
Beyonce giggled, watching him have to push his underwear and shorts back up.
"Good thing I didn't take my shirt off yet."
Smirking, she raised her left hand thumb, biting down on her fingernail to tease him with a full grin. All Michael do was blush once he got his shorts pushed back on. Bey swaggered out the room, moving her hips to make that massive booty jiggle from within her booty shorts. They still had much to do, but a break was needed for now.
"I'll catch you downstairs in a minute, babe."
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2 HOURS LATER
Lunch was served rather lazy for a man of such wealthy taste. Michael had other things on his mind, quick to tease Beyonce about the fact she had already swallowed something to start her meal. All she did was remind him that he had yet to give her equal oral loving. Back in the kitchen, they flirted with back and forth jabs at one another while he had the duty of preparing a short meal. Feeling lazy, Michael insisted on ordering pizza. Bey rolled her eyes, playfully making a remark of that: "You're so typical. Give you a good enough blowjob and you can't even cook for me. Why am I surprised by that?", her remark was complete with a goofy smile. While Bey had her way with complaining, Michael knew better than to argue with her. She took the phone from him, willing to call for delivery at a local pizza place in the neighborhood of Coconut Grove.
The last thing she wanted was to spend cheaply at delivery from somewhere else. Beyonce told Michael that while they were in Miami, they might as well treat themselves to a local business since he insisted on take out. They didn't have to wait but twenty minutes before his bodyguards were sent to collect three boxes of pizzas, all special orders that could feed the entire house. Michael had the duty now of going down into the basement and picking another bottle of wine for them. Rather than go for her birthday year, he went for a random year before that and found 1976. A year of no concern for him, he didn't think anything of the date while marching back into the kitchen with the bottle ready to pop it open. All Bey could do was smirk at him when he tilted that bottle to fill her glass of wine before sitting down across from her.
Lunch had been served as Michael began to lose track of time during the day. Immediately after eating and having a few glasses of wine, Bey didn't want to stall anymore of her sensual desires. The time had finally come to journey into the master bedroom where a fresh set of bed sheets awaited both of them in a king size bed. Michael's bedroom had black walls and gold lining for interior design, a stark contrast to the rest of the home that had a more modernistic look. Black and gold interior was something he would spend money on to decorate a room worth falling asleep and waking up in. Dark red was the color of choice for the carpet below, matching with a rug in front of the doorway. The bed had a full gold painted brass metal frame, complete with a metal headboard. Next to the bed were two small nightstands in painted black wood. They were fitted with fancy lamps, activated in unison by a switch that controlled both on the left side.
With the main lights out, the lamps had been turned on to bring in a dim view of the room. Their clothes were strewn across the floor below. What a treat for Michael to witness Beyonce in all of her nude glory once again. He gave those big black tits a nice ample squeeze as they kissed and went to the bed. All of that had been merely minutes ago as Bey had situated herself in the middle of the bed, legs spread across the crimson red sheets. Her toes curled as she pushed her heels down into the bed sheets. Head resting beneath one of the gold pillows, Bey had slid her hands over her body to caress her own skin. All the while, Michael had found himself laying on his stomach, head positioned perfectly between her thighs to treat himself to that sweet black pussy.
Her folds had a fresh layer of dew before she had slipped that thong off. Directly above, a short line of black hair had been shaved with a V shape downward. It was one thing for him to admire her supreme black booty, but another to give loving attention to that wonderful pussy. So much time had passed since the last time Michael had his lips embedded over it and his tongue slithering inside of her. At long last, he could hear Bey cry for him as he snaked his tongue and shook it from within her juicy womanhood. Her hands contiued to caress her skin as the body sweat formed from their lustful heat. Beyonce moved her hands to her huge breasts, giving them a solid squeeze before sliding her nipples between her fingers. Her fingertips sank into her soft firm tits as her eyes glanced down, upon feeling his tongue slide back and forth from her vulva lips.
"Mmmmmmmmm, keep going. You've got me feeling nasty, Mikey... Ohhhhh, yeah. Just like that."
She threw her head back, crying out in pleasure before biting down on her lower lip and humming a faint moan. Michael continued to eat her pussy, taking his time with it like she did his cock earlier. Down below, he could feel the erection, rock hard just eager to be touched. It was easy for him to fight off the urge to slide his hand down below and jack himself. Instead, Michael placed his hands at her hips, one covering over that faded angel tattoo from her left hip. Bey bit down on her lower lip as she felt his tongue shake from inside of her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssssss!"
Bey cried out louder, her voice enough to alert Michael that he was doing a solid job eating her out. Her hands pushed down against those great big breasts again, squeezing them. If only he could witness the act as Beyonce lifted her right breast up and made an effort to lick her own nipple while reveling in the pleasure of having her pussy eaten. She twirled her tongue around that hardened nipple before dropping her tit and then squeezing her left one. Michael could hear her gasp and that was when he finally wanted to slide his tongue. Pushing his lips from her labia he lifted his head up and gazed into her eyes. She knew he stopped for a reason and then Bey took control with a commanding voice.
"Turn over and lay down for me. I gotta take you for a ride right about now, Mikey."
"Did I hear that right? You wanna ride me?"
No reason for her to respond, Beyonce gave him a smirk as he followed her wish. Turning over with his back on the bed, Michael gazed up at the high ceiling, momentarily studying the textures of the dark painted top. That was all before he felt Bey's hand gripping his shaft. She bent her knees, straddling him before she climbed over and hovered her sweet black pussy directly above his long white cock. Properly lining herself up, Bey only slid down when she was ready. Michael gasped upon feeling his shaft slide up inside of her.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah..."
Gasping again, he cried out in pleasure while gazing up at her. It had been so long. All he could think about was the neglect from her wonderful body. Now he was laying down, feeling her hands push down over his hairy chest as Beyonce prepared herself to ride that big white cock. Her huge black breasts shook, wobbling left and right for a moment as he could hear the faint sound of her breathing low. Taking her time to prepare, Beyonce slid her fingers through the small strands of hair covering his chest, glancing down at Michael's face as she began to roll her hips and grind. He moaned at the feeling of his dick pumping in and out of that tight pussy.
"Ohhhhh, that's it. There you go, babe!"
From behind, those thick booty cheeks chapped together as Beyonce tried to work herself into a rhythm with her grinds. Michael moved his hands up to squeeze those giant black boobs. She moaned at the feeling of his hands over her body. Her long hair sway, moving across her shoulders to the point that she was forced to raise her hands and tuck it back behind her shoulders. As he latched his hands at her breasts, Michael could feel her erect nipples poking into his palms. He made the effort to thrust up, meeting with her body movements as they were now locked in the act of fucking.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! There we go!"
As Beyonce spoke, Michael moaned and called out for her.
"You still my nasty girl, Bey?"
He moved his hands away from her tits, allowing them to jiggle and shake. She moaned, hesitating before she finally replied to him.
"Yeah!"
Not the reply he was hoping to hear. Michael brought his right hand back and slapped that phat ass from the back.
"Ohhhh yeah! I'm your nasty girl! Always was and forever will be!"
Biting down on his lower lip, Michael smiled while slapping her ass yet again. The smack sound echoed beyond her coos and cries of pleasure. Bey kept her hands pulled up, adjusting them behind her head as a way to prevent her long curly hair from swaying and moving into her face. All this did was give Michael the perfect view to gaze up and see her beautiful breasts bounce up and down. Those tits sway left and right as she pounded herself down on that cock harder and harder. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound of their bodies hitting together grew louder with each passing second.
"Ohhhhh, OHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!"
Her voice had grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the large bedroom. The bed frame began to rattle, shaking as the headboard was banging up against the wall. Over and over, Beyonce continued to grind herself down, meeting with Michael's thrusts into that tight pussy. They didn't stop, as she had already been pushed far enough to meet her orgasm soon all thanks to the efforts of his tongue from earlier. Michael bit down on his lower lip, planting both hands down on her phat ass cheeks from behind. He squeezed them as he tried to lean up and plant his head between her swinging breasts. Bey was quick to realize what he was trying to do and she moved her hands to cup the back of his head, shoving his face into her breasts.
"Suck on those titties! Yeah, yeahhhh! Motorboat them too, Mikey! OHHHHHH, YESSSS!!"
Beyonce gritted her teeth, growling her moans while moving her hands to her breasts to smother his face with them. In an attempt to suck on them, Michael closed his eyes and shook his head around, properly motorboating those beautiful black tits as she desired. Bey continued to smother him with her breasts, shaking them up and down and squeezing them around his head, all while she pumped herself up and down that cock. His hands soon pressed over hers, attempting to squeeze those tits.
"OHHHHHHHH, GOD!! YESS, YESSSS, YESSSSSSSSSS!!"
She was so close to reaching her climax. The sound of their bodies smacking together was heard loudly over the moans and Michael's slobbering mouth. Panting now, Beyonce wasn't going to stop herself from reaching this moment. She shoved his head away from her breasts and then made one last thrust down on that cock as her inner walls finally collapsed.
"GOD, YESSSSSSS!!"
Gasping and then scrunching his face up, Michael closed his eyes and moaned at the feeling of her orgasm. She flooded his cock as he was now left trying to hold himself back from blowing his second load of the day. He knew better than to cum inside of her, as Bey always wanted to go more than one round. Eyes opening, she panted and attempted to quickly catch her breath while gazing down at him. Bey needed more than a moment to catch her breath, but it wasn't enough to prevent her from raising up. She reached down with her right hand, gripping his shaft while carefully pulling it from her pussy with a bit of excess love juices splattering down onto it. While laying there, Michael watched as she bent her knees and then leaned down, shoving that cock into her mouth to clean up the excess juices.
"You always know how to clean up. Something I can never forget, Bey."
He moaned while feeling her suck and slobber over his pole. Beyonce made it her duty to clean him up of her juices, preparing that hard cock for what was to come next. She pulled her lips off with a loud popping noise.
"Mmmmmm, still hard and ready to give me that big dick pounding. Oh yeah, don't think I didn't come here to get a good booty pounding."
Michael blushed, smirking at her words as he watched her crawl near him on the bed. Beyonce had wasted no time climbing up on all fours, sinking her hands and knees down into the mattress. It was now onto him to get up and stand on the bed while moving behind her. Unlike earlier in the day when she had given him the pleasure of a lap dance, at long last Michael was witnessing her supreme black booty in all of it's nude glory. No thong was tucked down the crack of those cheeks. He moved his hands, caressing her cheeks as Bey suddenly began to grind her hips and twerk.
"Mmmmm, you like it when I do this, don't ya?"
Moving his hands away, Michael stood there and watched her mighty ass twerk. Those perfect cheeks clapped together, flopping back and forth.
"Yeah, I fucking love watching this. Come on, back that ass up, baby."
Beyonce moaned as she shoved her ass up against his crotch. Michael gripped his shaft, guiding it up the crack of her giant buttocks and then moving his hands to grasp at her cheeks and squeeze them together. She began to laugh as he thrust his cock up the crack, properly hot-dogging her thick dark skinned buns.
"Ohhhhhhh, you and your silly games! I thought I was the one who gets to tease!"
They were both laughing now but it was Bey who had the first moment of moaning aloud at the feeling of his long cock thrusting up and down the crack of her ass. She flicked her long brunette hair to smile at him from across her right shoulder. Michael blushed before speaking up to her.
"Don't worry, just getting warmed up before I this big ole booty. You gotta remember, it's been a long time since I've had this ass."
Biting down on her lower lip, Bey wasn't satisfied with his words. She felt he needed an extra bit of motivation to finally stop teasing her and give her what she wanted. Her eyes leered at him for a moment before she turned her head to gaze forward.
"Mmmmmmmm, I know. You sound so desperate... like you're just dying to shove that big dick right up my ass and pound me real good. So I gotta wonder, Mikey... what are you waiting for, hmmmm? What's stopping you from giving my big booty the pounding it was made for?"
Finally turning her head to glance across her right shoulder one last time, Bey just wanted to make sure her point had come across to him.
"What are you waiting for? You wanna fuck my ass?"
"Yeah, I wanna fuck your ass, alright."
The tone of his voice came off as if Michael was slightly annoyed. Bey had successfully got her point across, no longer needing to worry that he would waste time teasing her with his rod slid up the crack. As she turned her head forward, she closed her eyes and braced herself for the moment she knew was coming. Michael used his right hand to grip his shaft, rubbing it up the crack of her booty one last time before he used both hands to pull those cheeks apart. Finding a passage down the middle, he looked at her dark little hole and then used his hand to guide his cock to it. He pushed the head of his cock first, then listened to Beyonce moan before calling out to him.
"Mmmmmmm, that's it, that's it... go ahead and get it on in there."
Taking the first slow thrust into her tight ass, Michael groaned out. No matter how many times he had this pleasure in the past, the tightness always was something to brace for.
"Ohhhhh, fuck... Come on, Bey. Back that ass up again."
"Ask and you shall receive."
Gripping the bed sheets below, Beyonce began to thrust backwards. Michael stood there and watched as the entire length of his white cock was swallowed up inside her gorgeous black ass. She thrust backwards until their bodies smacked together. A ripple went through her powerful booty cheeks. When Michael planted his hands onto her hips, that was the sign Bey needed to tell herself to stop. He began to buck his hips, thrusting his cock into her ass now at a slow pace. Moaning, Beyonce called out to him in a low voice.
"Ohhhhhh, that's it. There you go... fuck my ass..."
Still moaning, she let go of the bed sheets only to reaffirm her grip. Michael began to thrust harder, but was taking his time at a slow but steady pace. Closing her eyes, Bey could feel his cock pumping into her back door hole, inch after inch. Taking a deep breath, Beyonce called out to him again.
"Come on, I want it faster! And harder too!"
Michael subtly responded to her demands by spanking that ass with his right hand. All that did was make her moan while biting down on her lower lip. Bucking his hips and faster, Michael grunted as he felt his cock pumping in and out of that supreme ass. His balls began to slap against the undersides of those thick firm cheeks. Bey felt her breasts shaking and bouncing from underneath as she now began to curl her toes up and grip the bed sheets harder.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh yeah! That's it, THAT'S IT!!"
She screamed at him as he grunted.
"God, this booty is so fucking perfect! Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah!!"
"Yes it is! You love my ass, don't you, Mikey? YOU LOVE IT, SO FUCK MY ASS LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!"
Screaming at him was a surefire way to get Michael to truly pick up speed and give her everything he had. Inch after inch of that fat cock pumped into her epic ass. Michael grunted, moving his right hand to slap her ass before re-gripping her hip with it. Over and over, he pounded her in the ass with his hard cock. Beyonce gritted her teeth, growling her moans like an animal in heat while her great big tits shook and bounce. She was certain that Michael would continue to fuck her ass until he was ready to cum for what would be the second time today.
"YESS, YESSSS, YESSSSSSSS!!"
Louder she called to him, her voice echoing throughout the bedroom so clearly. Michael continued to pound that booty with his hard cock but he slowed down. Bey figured from that, he was about to pull and possibly cum, but Michael made a few more final thrusts before he stepped back and carefully slid his rod for a quick exit. She looked at him from across her right shoulder as Michael spoke.
"Lay back down, Bey! We're not done yet! I wanna fuck those big titties!"
A smile ran across her lips as Michael had truly surprised her. Beyonce didn't reply back to him, instead she quickly crawled forward and then turned to lay down in the center of the bed. He waited until she was properly laying down and then Michael straddled her chest, sitting down on her stomach. Bey had moved her hands up to her great big dark tits, pulling them apart to offer a passage way for his thick white shaft. She grinned up at him as he slid his cock into place.
"You've been in the mood to do more than give me a good ass pounding, huh?"
Michael laughed, feeling her push those big breasts together and trap his cock between them.
"Yeah! I can't resist these big tits. I've been wanting to fuck 'em all day."
"Mmmmmmm, that's impressive considering you weren't able to see them earlier. Here I thought you just wanted to fuck my ass all day."
Biting down on her lower lip, Beyonce flashed her upper row of teeth in a grin as he began to buck his hips and thrust his cock between her tits. She studied his facial expression, knowing that Michael only had so little time to spare. He had saved her tits for last and needed to make the best of it.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck..."
He moaned out, watching as his entire cock had disappeared between the folds of her amazing tits. The head poked up towards her neck as Beyonce maintained her eye contact with him. All she did was smirk, knowing he had so little time left before his cock would finally be exploding for the second time today. Michael thrust faster, fucking those tits as best as he could with the strength left within him. He could sweat trickling down his forehead, all while Beyonce moaned out to him.
"Ohhhhhhh, mmmmmmmm... You wanted these tits, huh? Fuck 'em, Mike! Fuck these big titties!!"
Right then and there, he had made the decision in the back of his mind to continue until he came with his cock still lodged between her tits. Rarely did Beyonce and Michael indulge themselves in the act of tittyfucking, but that was where they were now. Over and over, he thrust his cock between those tits while moaning and crying aloud in pleasure. If only he had more time to spare, but Michael was making the best out of it.
"Fuck these titties! Yeah, there ya go! That's it, ohhhhhhhh yeah!!"
Michael grunted as Bey continued to tease him with all the right words. He continued to thrust while screaming at her.
"Bey, I'm gonna fucking cum! OHHHHHH GOD!!!
"Mmmmmmm, yeah! Cum for me!!"
With one final thrust, the head of his cock poked up and Beyonce finally broke eye contact with him to lower her gaze. Michael grunted and cried out feeling his orgasm commence from between her tits. Bey refused to let go of her breasts and free his dick, instead squeezing them harder and then parting her lips in the hopes of catching any cum that came out. Instead, she felt thick droplets of his seed splash down to her neck. Letting out a moan, she raised her head up, embracing this warm feeling of his sticky seed coating her dark skin. Michael thrust back as he continued to cum, forcing spurts between her breasts to create a river of cum that splattered from in between. Carefully, he slid his cock out and then Bey finally let go of her tits and allowed him to see the passage way down the middle.
Not a powerful blast at all. He sat there catching his breath, slightly disappointed that he didn't give her a massive load of cum, but then again, Michael couldn't know how much she swallowed earlier. Beyonce grinned at him, the smile of a winner as she had fucked him to a point of exhaustion. Michael was truly fatigued by this point and would need rest. His cum dripped from her tits down to her neck, giving her a proper pearl necklace. All Bey did was look up at him, grinning before she slowly began to giggle in a sensual voice. No words were needed to be spoken between them, as this was the end of yet another chapter in the long book of affairs spanning back so many years now. Slowly catching his breath, Michael joined her in laughing as he began to climb up from her stomach.
THE END
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