Big Booty Bitches Ch. 40
Starring: Vida Guerra, Jennifer Lopez, Beyonce, Khloe Kardashian, Kim Kardashian, Kourtney Kardashian, Demi Rose Mawby
Themes: Romance, Female Dominant, BDSM (Master/Slave), Booty Worship, Strip Tease/Lap Dance, Threesome (MFF),
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.
New York City, New York"Ahhhhhh, right there..."
Sighing in relief, Jennifer Lopez moaned at the feeling of a thumb running across the sole of her left foot. Her knees were bent with both feet elevated as she rested on her stomach. Tony Diaz stood behind her, massaging her feet slowly with his hands. His eyes were fixated on her huge booty. No matter how many times he had that ass, he could never get enough of the sight of it. Her hair was fixed in a ponytail, dangling from the back of her head as she gripped the opposite end of the table. Breakfast was served early in the waking hours. Tony and Jennifer had spent the last three nights sleeping in her Manhattan penthouse. It was quite the opposite of his choice of home on the yacht back in Miami. Traveling with Jennifer offered new experiences far away from Florida.
He was becoming comfortable with his new status in the world of fame. For the longest time, Tony was only seen as a celebrity in Miami. Now he was something of a household name with the moniker of Mr. J-Lo. Two weeks ago, he arrived in New York to find her on the set of Hustlers. As the days progressed, he didn't leave. Jennifer saw this as another chance for them to be seen out in public. The paparazzi swarmed them by the time they arrived in Manhattan. All of it was planned by her. They were greeted by the flashing lights of cameras held by people on the sidewalks. It wasn't the first time they were photographed together, but the importance felt greater in this moment. Jennifer explained to Tony that they needed to play the media at times. She wanted him to be relaxed with these new adjustments to life. It was the price paid for commitment in a relationship with a star.
Whatever he thought about his past life, Jennifer told him to forget about it. There was more to life than the Disco Fever nightclub. Tony was in the big league now and on his way to becoming a celebrity himself. As the days passed, he found himself enjoying this new life with her and not thinking about the club. There were times before they got together when he would leave the club to be run by Steven, much like how his own son was the manager now. The penthouse was massive and filled with luxurious furniture. Tony and Jennifer spent the nights having candlelit dinners and looking through the windows. New York City had a different vibe late at night when the city was all lit under the veil of darkness. Tony commented to Jennifer that he felt as if he were standing on top of the world with her. There were a few things that gave him that feeling. Simply being there with her made all the difference to him.
His hands moved across her feet. She twisted her toes, showing the fresh red paint across her nails. Only a black thong covered her body, almost tucked away entirely by the size of her booty. Tony bit his lower lip as he stared at her ass. He viewed this gesture as an honor to be able to massage her feet. Jennifer's eyes were closed as she let out a moan. In her hands, she clutched her smartphone and was texting merely minutes ago before she became distracted by Tony's hands. Her feet were still pressed together, making it easier for him to massage them at the same time. Directly behind Tony were the windows, uncovered to let sunlight beam into the room. Every inch of her gorgeous, tanned skin was on display. Tony slid his fingers to her big toes on both feet. He carefully massaged them as Jennifer opened her eyes and glanced at the screen of her phone facing her.
"Thank you for doing this. I can't believe I'm getting a foot massage to start the day."
Tony blushed as he smiled.
"Only for you, baby. If you wanted a foot massage, all you had to do was ask."
"But then you wouldn't have the chance to surprise me."
She giggled after speaking. Tony moved his thumbs back to her soles and squeezed them lightly. As Jennifer moaned at his touch, she thought to herself for a moment. Before she got on the table with her phone, she had been texting with one of her agents. There was another diva in town today whose agent had reached out about a potential hookup for a private party. Beyonce was an old friend of Jennifer's. It had been almost two years since they last got together for some fun. A 'private party' on Beyonce's terms had a different meaning from someone else's definition. It was one way of saying she was all by herself and looking for a good time. With a smile, Jennifer spoke up.
"Say, Tony. I was wondering if you ever met a special someone that I know."
"Who are you talking about, Jen?"
Hesitant to reply at first, Jennifer moved her left foot, kicking it up and away from him to tease.
"Have you ever met Beyonce?"
"No, I haven't."
Giggling again, Jennifer giggled her foot back towards him. He let go of her right foot to grab her left.
"One of my agents texted me earlier that she wanted to meet with me. She's looking to host a private party, and I guess that means I would be one of the guests."
"You aren't planning on going alone, are you?"
Jennifer shook her head, whipping her ponytail around.
"Of course not! If I go anywhere, I'm taking you with me. I was just curious if you and her had a fling in the past or something. I know you've got around with a lot of women besides me."
Her words made him blush. It was true that Tony was a player with famous ladies. After the passion he shared with Jennifer over the year, he refused to seek another woman's company without her being involved. The threesomes they shared went a long way toward strengthening their love for one another. Tony liked Jennifer to be able to watch when he was fucking another woman and involve herself however she seen fit. Their last threesome did not leave a great impression like the many before. They were in mutual agreement that Bebe Rexha left them underwhelmed. That was one of the reasons Jennifer was thinking about introducing him to Beyonce.
"I know the last time we had a threesome, Bebe couldn't keep up with us."
Tony laughed as he let go of her foot.
"You're right. Do you think Beyonce would want to do something like that with us?"
Glancing at him from across her right shoulder, a wide grin ran across Jennifer's lips. She slowly nodded her head while making eye contact with him. The surprised look of excitement on his face was what she wanted to see. Tony chuckled as he thought more about it.
"I thought she was married?"
"She is! I don't know all the details, but I think she and Jay-Z have an open relationship or something. I've been invited to her private parties before. She once told me she keeps guys in every major city so she can call them anytime she needs their company."
"That's funny. If she has these men, why is she reaching out to you?"
Turning her head forward, Jennifer playfully kicked her feet as she let out a sigh.
"Hmmmmm, that's a good question. Maybe she saw pictures of us in the gossip magazines or online. I asked if you met her, because I just assumed that she hooked up with you in Miami once."
"I wish I could say I had, but I've never met her. You know me well enough to know I've partied with a lot of women."
Jennifer laughed.
"Oh, I know! I'm one of them!"
They both shared a laugh as Tony stepped away from the table. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of white leisure shorts. Jennifer watched him turn to look at her, smiling as she still held her phone in both hands. She looked into his eyes, grinning as she spoke again.
"She wants a private party. I think she reached out to me cause she wants you as the only man there."
"That sounds too good to be true."
"Maybe, maybe not. There's only one way for me to find out. Are you going to come to the party if I talk to her?"
He nodded.
"Yeah, I would love to. If it's just the three of us, I think we can make something magical happen tonight."
Jennifer smirked, quirking her eyebrows up.
"Okay then, I'll call her soon. While I do that, why don't you call your son?"
"Antonio?"
She nodded.
"When's the last time you checked up on him? I can't remember the last time you mentioned him."
Tony stood there, feeling his heartbeat begin racing. Jennifer had a point. It had been more than two weeks since he last spoke to Antonio. He left him to manage the club and assumed that he would be doing a fine job on his own.
"You're right, I haven't talked to him in a while. I think I'll go ahead and call."
He turned to walk to the bed and fetched his phone, leaving Jennifer on the table. This was the first time Tony thought about the club back home for more than a few seconds. If there was any kind of trouble, he trusted Antonio would have reached out to him by now. While he was thinking about his son, Jennifer's fingertips swiped across the screen of her phone. She went around the agent, not wanting to deal with a middleman, and started typing a text message to Beyonce herself. Jennifer saw no reason to ask about the right time to contact her. She could already picture Beyonce sitting alone by herself with plenty of time alone. This would be a conversation between the two of them alone.
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Miami, Florida9:54 was the time on the clock when room service knocked on the door. Vida Guerra swaggered her hips, wearing nothing but a white bathrobe wrapped around her voluptuous body as she answered the door. A young man delivered breakfast on a cart with metal trays. Antonio was in the bedroom, keeping away from Vida to hide something precious. After their meeting last night and the conversations they shared, he had many thoughts about his uncle. Vida was right when she told him that he was the only one who could potentially find Steven. It all came down to a hunch going back to the magazine he had. He kept thinking to himself how Vida would react if she saw the printed photographs of Steven with Kim Kardashian. There was always the chance that he could've been mistaken, and the mystery man wasn't his uncle after all. But it was his only chance out of the few he had.
"Antonio! Breakfast is served! Come eat with me!"
Her voice was heard in the distance as he stood in front of his closet. He was in a hurry to hide the magazine before she could discover it. Since Vida stayed the night at his penthouse, he was worried she would start digging through his belongings while he was away. Grabbing one of his white blazer jackets, Antonio opened it and rolled the magazine before shoving it into the inside pocket. He would have to wear that specific jacket tonight so he could go to the club and hide the magazine in his office. After shutting the closet, he heard his phone ringing from the nightstand. He stepped over and grabbed it, feeling a bit of anxiety as the name on the screen told him it was his father. Antonio dashed to the bathroom as he answered the phone.
"Hey dad!"
Once inside, he quietly shut the door behind him. In the mirror, he saw the reflection of his shirtless, skinny chest and pink shorts.
"Hey there, Antonio. I'm just calling to check up on you. How's things going at the club?"
"Things are fine. It's been quiet, except for the music, you know?"
Tony chuckled. As he laughed, Antonio thought about what to tell him in regards to Steven.
"That sounds about right. So no drama while I've been gone."
"No. Are you still in New York?"
"Yeah, I'm still here with Jen. We're going to a party tonight."
"Uh, that's great. Look... Ummmm, have you talked to Steven at all?"
Silence fell on the other end of the phone. Antonio was unsure how to begin the conversation, so he blurted it out.
"No. I haven't heard from him in months, and you know that. Why are you asking? Did you hear from him?"
"I... I think..."
"You think what!? Spit it out, son!"
"I think I found him! Can I call you back tonight at the club? I've got pictures you need to see."
"I just told you I'm going to a party tonight. I'm gonna be real busy for the rest of the day. Why can't you send them to me now?"
Antonio sighed as he quickly came up with a lie.
"They're at the club. I left them on my desk."
"When you said pictures, I thought it was something on your phone."
"No, it's printed. I have to show it to you, I think I found him. He's with someone you know."
"Who?"
Before he could reply to his father, the bathroom doorknob turned, and Vida barged in. Antonio's eyes widened as she stood in the doorway, giving him a stern look. Her long brunette hair was split down the middle, flowing down her back, and matching her eyes.
"Your breakfast is going to be ice fucking cold."
"Who is that!? You got some woman over there with you?"
Vida's voice caught Tony's attention. She smirked when she heard him.
"On the phone with your dad, Antonio?"
"Yes."
She crossed her arms over her busty chest, still giving him that stern look.
"Tell your dad I said hi."
"Vida says hi, dad."
"Oh, that's her you have over there? I didn't know you two were friends."
"Dad, can I call you tonight? She wants me to get off the phone and eat breakfast."
"Fine. If I don't answer, that's your fault for waiting too late."
The phone clicked, going dead. Antonio sat it on the sink counter.
"Did you tell him about anything I said?"
"No."
"Really? I find that hard to believe when you shut the door."
Since he made up one lie, Antonio decided to try another. It was the only way he knew he could play Vida.
"I was about to get in the shower."
She stepped around him. The shower door was already open. Vida began to untie her robe with one hand. She pointed at his shorts with the other.
"Then what are you waiting for? Strip!"
Vida spoke with authority as she ordered him. This may have been his penthouse, but she was clearly the one in control. What about breakfast? That didn't matter anymore. Antonio knew better than to question her, so he pushed his shorts and underwear down. As he stepped out of his clothes, Vida pulled the robe off and revealed her curvy body in all of its erotic glory. She stomped her left foot, making her breasts jiggle as she reached for his cock and twisted her fingers around it. Any thoughts of eating breakfast were now completely forgotten. Antonio knew better than to mention it as she dragged him into the shower by pulling his dick.
"What are you doing, Vida?"
She grinned, flashing her teeth while squeezing his cock hard.
"We're going to have an interrogation, young man!"
Antonio moaned as she began jerking his cock to full length and hardness. He backed up against the wall in the shower.
"What do you mean by that? Interrogation? But how?"
"You're already hard. If you really want to start the day with a blowjob and a hard fuck, you'll answer with honesty to my questions."
Vida continued to stroke him as she spoke again.
"I'll know if you're lying, trust me. Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, I'm ready."
Biting her lower lip, she slowed the movement of her hand. Vida's fingers twisted around his cock as she looked into Antonio's eyes.
"Did you tell your dad anything about what I explained to you last night?"
"No."
Her fingers began to move across his shaft again. Vida bit her lower lip and purred soft moans.
"Did you mention Steven by name?"
"Yes."
She fell to her knees, still wanking his cock.
"You're being honest with me so far. I'll ask you a simpler question now. Do you want me to suck your dick in this shower?"
"Ummmmm, yes."
"You sound hesitant."
Squeezing his cock again, Vida gritted her teeth to tease him. Antonio swallowed his breath, easily giving in to her seductive bait.
"I'd never turn down a blowjob from you. So yeah, I would love it if you sucked me off."
"Mmmmmmm, naughty boy. If that's what you want, then you'll continue to tell me the truth about your phone call."
Antonio nodded as he moaned. Vida stroked him slowly while keeping eye contact with him.
"Did you ask your father about anyone you think might know where Steven is?"
"Yes, I did."
"And who's name did you tell him?"
The head of his cock was directly below her chin. Antonio could feel her hot breath blowing across the dry skin. He had a choice to make now about telling her the truth or a lie. Without second thought, the latter was his choice.
"J-Lo."
Vida stopped stroking him and raised an eyebrow. After blinking her eyes, she smiled.
"Oh, her. I know she dated him, but she's in love with your father. I'm sure she knows a lot of people too, so maybe she could help us."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. I know my dad will ask her."
She seemed to believe his words as Vida pressed the head of his cock against her puffy lips and kissed it. Antonio expected her to say something, but when her eyes closed, he knew better than to expect her to speak. 'Mmmmmmmm,' she moaned while opening her eyes. Vida withdrew his cock from her lips with an audible pop. Her fingers slid down to the base as she grinned at him.
"There wasn't any sausage on the menu for breakfast. I figured, that's okay. Here's the meat I wanted."
Winking at him, she pushed his cock between her lips again. Antonio braced himself for the pleasure he was about to receive. His past experiences with Vida taught him what to expect from her. She began by moving her hand away from his cock and bobbing her head up and down. In a matter of seconds, she went from teasing him to aggressively devouring his cock.
"Ohhhhh, god!"
Crying in ecstasy already, Antonio knew he couldn't keep up with her. Last night was another testament to her dominant hold over him. He exhaled and gazed down, watching his cock disappear into her mouth and the inches reappear as she took her time sucking him. No woman sucked him better than Vida. Whatever feelings he had for another woman quickly washed away with this simple reminder of who was the best. She continued to bob her head up and down, creating slobbering and sucking noises. Antonio gritted his teeth and groaned as she slowed her movements. Her eyes gazed up at him as she extracted his dick from her lips, making another pop noise.
"Mmmmmm, you like that? You like how I suck you off? You've never had anyone better than me suck this fucking cock."
Her fingers twisted around his pole again as Vida pushed the head against her lower lip. She rubbed it back and forth as if it were a tube of lipstick, teasing him. Her tongue slithered across the head, lashing it before she twirled around it. The expression on his face made her soaking wet. Antonio had the look as if he were begging for mercy. If she wanted to taste his cum, she could easily suck that cock until he exploded. It would take her less than a minute to accomplish it, but Vida had other plans. She squeezed his balls with her right hand and fed them to her mouth. He groaned at the feeling of her tongue moving across his hairy nut sack. Vida sucked one of his balls, rolling her tongue around it within her mouth. Her right hand jerked his cock as she moved the other nut into her mouth. A muffled moan was heard as she wanked him while sucking his balls.
"Ohhhhhh, god! Yes, Vidaaaaa..."
Antonio's voice trailed off in a cry of pleasure. She quit sucking his balls and let go of his cock to use both hands and move up from the floor. Once standing, she turned to the side and pressed her hands against the glass door of the shower.
"Prove your honesty to me by showing me that you can fuck me real good."
He moved behind her, obeying her command. Vida's huge, signature ass pointed out to him. She glanced from across her right shoulder to see his eyes fixated on her booty.
"I want you to fuck me hard. If you were being truthful to me, you'll do it. Otherwise, I'll know you were lying. You don't want me to change my mind, do you, Antonio?"
"No! Don't worry, I'm gonna give it to you good."
Turning her head, she grinned smugly while facing the glass door. Vida could see a small outline of her reflection as she felt his cock pushing beyond her wet folds. She moaned as his warm hands found their place on her hips.
"Fuck me, Antonio."
A hard thrust was how he started. Vida closed her eyes and backed her ass up, meeting his thrusts. This made Antonio begin thrusting harder and faster within seconds.
"Yeah, that's it! Just like that! Fuck me hard!"
Keeping up with Vida was more than a difficult task. The last thing Antonio wanted to do was disappoint her. As he slammed his cock into her pussy, their bodies slapped together. Her big breasts bounced and shook from underneath. She quit pumping back, allowing him to do all the work now.
"Spank my ass!"
Her order was met with action as Antonio reared his right hand back and slapped her booty hard. Vida squealed in excitement.
"That's how you do it!"
Antonio growled as he continued to thrust his cock into her pussy. He spanked that ass again with his right hand, watching one of her cheeks jiggle as he bucked his hips. Vida spread her legs further while keeping her hands pressed against the glass door. He began to thrust harder and faster. She responded by leaning up and pressing her boobs against the glass. Antonio wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her in place as he kept thrusting.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! That's it! OHHHHHHHH, YEAH!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!!"
Hearing her scream louder only motivated Antonio to fuck her as hard as he possibly could. He gave Vida everything he had, still pumping his cock into her pussy. She kept her eyes closed, fingers stretched across the glass, as she felt several inches of his cock driving inside her. He may have been a kinky young man. A gentleman perhaps, but Vida knew he could fuck her the way his uncle always did. As she felt his cock inside her, she whimpered at the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up. One more thrust was all it took, and her inner walls tightened around his cock.
"OHHHHHHHH, FUCKKKKKK!!"
As soon as he felt the warm stream of her juices, Antonio snatched his cock from her pussy. He stepped backward until his back touched the wall. Vida bit her lower lip and purred soft moans as her juices trickled down her thighs and onto the shower floor. She was impressed that he managed to hold himself back from cumming. Turning around, she grinned at him.
"So how was that for the truth?"
He teased her with the question. Vida shook her head while giggling.
"You did good fucking me. I knew you could turn it up another notch if you tried. But I won't believe a word you say until your cum is all over my face."
That was a new idea for him to consider. Antonio had never given Vida a face full of cum in their past encounters. His cock twitched at the thought as she fell to her knees and grabbed it.
"If you're really telling me the truth, I know you won't disappoint. Give me a reason to believe you."
Gazing into his eyes, Vida parted her lips and flicked her tongue across the head of his shaft. She enveloped her lips around it, sucking her juices clean from his shaft and sliding it down her throat. Antonio stood there and exhaled, anticipating her to begin sucking him again. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and then withdrew his shaft from her mouth. Vida spit on it while moving her hands to her breasts. She pulled them apart to create a passage, watching as Antonio guided his cock between her breasts. A grin ran across her lips.
"I know how much you love my tits. Fuck them."
Thrusting forward, Antonio moaned. His cock moved between her tits perfectly, all while she kept her eyes locked on him. Vida purred softly.
"That's it. When you're ready to cum, you know where I want it."
She winked, hoping that would make him drive his cock faster between her tits. Antonio placed his right hand on her left shoulder, holding her in place as he continued to buck his hips. Despite how badly Vida wanted his load dripping down her face, he wanted to enjoy this titfuck. Vida glanced down, watching the head poke upward with each thrust. She parted her lips and licked the head each time she had the chance. Antonio grunted and started thrusting harder and faster. She pushed him into overdrive with relative ease. The head of his cock slipped between her lips, pulling out with a pop. After a second time, Vida raised her head and snarled more filthy words.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah! That's how you do it! Fuck these titties!"
Another wink came with her teeth barred. He continued to buck his hips, thrusting his cock at this fast pace. Vida's lips curled into a devious grin. That look alone was enough to push him to the brink. After a final thrust, he slowed to a halt. She let go of her breasts for him to pull his cock out.
"Give me that cum! I want it all! Ahhhhh!!"
Vida stuck her tongue out and closed her eyes. Antonio grabbed his cock and pointed it directly at her face. He grunted as he stroked his cock furiously.
"Oh god, Vida! Ohhhhh, god! OHHHHHHH, GOD!!"
As he screamed, a thick wad of cum shot from his cock and splattered on her nose. The force of that first blast made several drops of cum fly onto her forehead and into her hair. Vida kept her eyes closed as a string of cum painted across her left eyebrow, drenching her cheek. She closed her mouth, smiling with all her teeth. It was that same devious grin she gave him earlier. A look of pride as he gave her exactly what she wanted. A thick rope of cum landed on the right side of her face, followed by a few droplets that made it to her forehead. A few more drops went into her hair, and one string fell onto her left shoulder. Antonio panted, trying to catch his breath as he stared at her glazed face. Vida opened her eyes, still smiling at him.
"Mmmmmm, look at that. I got blasted."
"It's what you wanted though, right?"
Nodding her head, she began to giggle. The warm, sticky semen dripped from her face. Vida was completely satisfied.
"Now I know you were telling me the truth. I guess it's only fair I give you some truth now in return. Your dad and Steven would be proud if they saw how much cum you gave me. I knew you could drop a load like them."
His eyes widened at her admission. It was apparent that she had years of intimacy with Steven, but Antonio had never considered his father sharing a moment with her. Vida knew how to make the dirty side of his imagination run wild. She climbed up from the shower floor, still smirking.
"Now I have a reason to get another shower."
"What about breakfast? I bet it's really cold now."
She laughed.
"Oh, don't worry. I didn't want breakfast anyway. We can skip and go for lunch after washing up."
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Los Angeles, CaliforniaImmense heat could be felt from every corner of the large gray room, washing away the cool chills brought about from the blackness of night. The hot air alone felt like an invisible barrier added to what was already a brutal environment. A collar and metal chain links made it easier to overpower even the strongest of men locked in the cells. Sweat poured from Steven Diaz's head as he worked his tongue into the pussy of Khloe Kardashian. To him, she was called Mistress Khloe. The title was shared with her sister, who stood across the room with her hands on her hips, quietly observing the slave in training. Khloe was seated in a metal chair in the center of the room. Her thick figure was clad in a black leather outfit complete with knee high boots and a one piece bustier fit with a thong to show off her ass. Her blonde hair was fixed in a high ponytail, showing off a set of gold hoops dangling from her ears. The thong was peeled at the start of this session.
"More... Don't stop."
Khloe commanded Steven as she rested her left heel across his right shoulder. The chain links dangled from his collar back to her left hand. In her right hand, she held a long black leather riding crop. Several imprints had formed across Steven's back. His buttocks were almost raw, with many red lines left from a whip. His day began in his own cell before being escorted to this room by the chain. Kim was the one who used the whip on him. She had the man stand against the wall, placing his hands on the cold concrete, as she delivered a harsh beating of fifteen lashes. The last one was enough to make Steven fall to his knees in agony. Despite the pain felt, he couldn't deny the erection it gave him. Kim saw his hardened cock when she brought him to this room to pleasure Khloe.
It was harder than before as he tasted Khloe's juicy cunt. He closed his eyes, feeling the end of the riding crop caress his back as he shook his tongue inside her. Steven so desperately wanted to grab his dick and begin wanking, but he was holding out to see if Khloe or Kim would at least reward him with a handjob, if not something better. Feeling the hard end of the riding crop sliding across his skin was a reminder of Khloe's dominance, but also a dare. Steven felt she was daring him to give her a reason to use it. His wrists were cuffed in restraints attached to the legs of the chair, spreading his arms out and preventing him from masturbating. Kim wasn't the one who noticed his erect cock when he entered the room. Khloe made sure to prevent him from being able to masturbate. She closed her eyes and moaned at the feeling of his tongue moving inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah... That's it."
Kim stood across the room, quietly observing the situation. Her hands were still on her hips. A cold gaze complimented her makeup and perfectly mixed black hair that went with the mistress outfit. Her work as a mistress was the hidden side that only some men could say they experienced. Some of them felt lucky to be put through these trials with the most loyal of her slaves considering it a privilege. She wondered how Steven would react to his new life. So far, he was playing the role of a fuck toy, despite his older age, which gave her strong doubts. The moans from Khloe's voice were more than enough to tell Kim that he was pleasuring her dear sister. When Khloe told her that he was one of the best at going down on her, Kim knew she wasn't lying.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, yeah! That's it! Keep going!"
Khloe pulled the chain to make the metal collar dig into his neck.
"Don't you even think of stopping!"
Her actions were followed by stern words. She opened her eyes, glancing down as she heard the chain links shaking from his wrists. As Kim watched her sister near the point of no return with an orgasm, she felt herself becoming wet at the sight. Khloe tightened her grip on the riding crop, just to make sure she didn't drop it from the surging feeling she was experiencing between her legs. Steven slithered his tongue further, shaking it wildly as he worked to eagerly taste her love nectar. She clenched her teeth and opened her eyes widely. She screamed loudly as Steven felt tightness within, followed by the flood of her juices flowing into his mouth.
"FUCKKKKK!!! OHHHHHH GOD!! SWALLOW IT!! SWALLOW EVERY LAST FUCKING DROP!!"
She didn't have to tell him that. Steven was already gulping down her cum out of sheer desire rather than compliance. Khloe moved her leg off his shoulder and raised the riding crop. He earned a short break in exchange for the pleasure she received. One mistress was satisfied, but the other was now in the mood to play. Kim pulled the buttons free of her bustier, alerting Khloe to glance in her direction and drop the chain to his collar.
"I can't just stand here and watch. I think you could use a hand, sister."
A sound followed every button popping free. Kim took off the one-piece outfit, standing in her high heel boots. Khloe shoved Steven's face away from her pussy while still looking at Kim. He groaned, feeling more sweat drip on his face. Khloe got up from the chair and stomped towards Kim. The sound of her boots against the floor was loud, blasting into Steven's ears. The sisters moved their bodies against each other as Kim wrapped her arms around Khloe's frame. For the time being, Steven closed his eyes and tried to gather himself. He felt weak from the high temperature in the room combined with being stuck on his knees with his arms spread out. Some pain was felt in his back and muscles. That only made him feel even more tired. But he didn't want to give up. The last thing he was going to allow was for these women to crush his spirits.
"After watching you, I want to get licked."
"By him?"
Kim shook her head to answer Khloe's question. Steven turned to look, and then he saw Khloe had silently pulled her outfit off. The sisters stood in only their hooker boots, lovingly embracing each other. Khloe's gigantic ass was on full display, as if he needed another reminder of how hard his cock was. If not for the circumstances of their roles, he would have the chance to fuck her ass again. It would be a special privilege if he could ever earn that right. Khloe pressed her lips against Kim's and they kissed passionately before pulling away. Their brown eyes caught sight of Steven watching them. Kim chuckled.
"Peeping on us, huh?"
He didn't reply. Steven didn't want to give Kim the delight of eye contact.
"You like watching us?"
Khloe spoke up next. She had some effect making him speak up.
"No, I was staring at your ass."
Her inflated lips curled into a smug grin. Kim chuckled again in her low voice as Khloe taunted the chained man.
"Oh yeah? I bet you're sitting there, wishing you could fuck it again. I know you've had a lot of whores in your life, but you never had an ass better than mine or Kim's. That's just a fact you cannot EVER deny!"
Stepping away from Kim, Khloe stomped towards the chair. She still clutched the riding crop in one hand, playfully swinging it around at him. Steven looked up at her, seeing the smirk on her face. Khloe reveled in the authority she held as a mistress. Every single inconvenience bothering her in life went away when she put on those boots and went down into the dungeon to deal with him.
"Since you've served me so well today, I'm going to like, reward your good behavior."
"How so?"
She flashed her teeth at him.
"Would you say no if I asked for a rimjob?"
"I'd say yes."
Khloe raised an eyebrow, still smirking as she giggled.
"Of course you would. You won't outright say it, but my ass is the best you've ever had."
Kim cleared her throat, as if she were about to correct Khloe. The sisters looked at each other as Kim walked to a nearby wooden table. Several tools and sex toys sat unused on the table. There was a chastity cage she considered putting on Steven to prevent his cock from growing. Close to it sat the key to his wrist cuffs. Kim grabbed the key and a pair of handcuffs. She stepped towards Steven and leaned down to slide the key into the left cuff first. As soon as she unlocked it, she pulled his arm behind his back.
"When I unlock the other one, you'll put your hand behind your back."
Steven didn't respond to the order she gave him. When she unlocked the cuff, he followed her instructions, now with both hands behind his back. He felt the cool metal run across his skin again as Kim locked the handcuffs on him. She reached for the chain to his collar when noticing the imprint of Khloe's ass on the leather seat of the chair. Kim smirked and pulled Steven to his feet by the chain. As he stood in front of her, she looked down at his hard cock poking forward. She laughed at the sight.
"Look at that. One lonely, big hard cock. It looks so sad not getting any attention. I bet you wish one of us could suck you off."
"It's me he wants to suck him off, not you."
Khloe quipped at her sister Kim pulled the chain, moving Steven across the room, where another chair sat. It was similar to the one he was moved from, but raised slightly higher. He was unsure what she wanted him to do until Kim yanked the chain downward.
"Sit on the floor."
He did as she commanded. The hard concrete floor made his buttocks sting from the spanking Kim delivered earlier. Khloe moved in front of Steven and turned around, swinging her enormous booty around. He soon realized the point of this position while Kim dropped the chain into the seat. Khloe backed up and smothered his face against her plump ass. She flexed her legs, using Steven's head as a way to position herself, leaning forward to lick Kim's pussy. His nose was nestled in the crack of her ass before she pulled her ass cheeks apart, showing the way to her ass hole with the dim light from the ceiling glaring down on it like a tunnel. Steven ran his tongue up the crack and shoved the tip into Khloe's ass hole. He could hear her moan as he closed his eyes, wishing he could hold those plump cheeks in his own hands.
Khloe's own nails poked into her skin as she kept her cheeks pulled apart. She bit her lower lip, purring softly at Kim as a way of begging her without words. The sisters gave each other loving eyes, knowing that their fuck toy could not see them. Khloe moaned when she felt Steven's tongue darting into her ass. Kim stepped forward, presenting her pussy to her sister. She cupped the back of Khloe's head and gently nudged her lips to those glistening pink folds. Kim used her other hand to play with her clit, pinching it between her index and middle fingers as she felt Khloe's tongue driving inside her. Steven could hear the purrs and soft moans from the two. Their voices mixed together in a low chorus. Khloe finally moved her hands off her ass cheeks when she was certain that his tongue was lodged deep in her booty. She began rolling her hips and twerking on Steven's face.
With his hands cuffed behind his back, that made it all the more difficult to keep his tongue in her ass. It was still a privilege to have her thick ass bouncing on his face in a subtle rhythm. Kim noticed what Khloe was doing and giggled between low moans. Moving her hands away, Kim placed them on her breasts, pressing down to feel her hardened nipples against her palms. She closed her eyes and exhaled as Khloe's tongue pushed deeper into her cunt. At the same time Khloe worked to please her sister, she was still bouncing her phat ass onto Steven's face. The position of the handcuffs from behind made it all the more difficult for him to keep thrusting his tongue into her dark little hole. He could feel the throbbing sensation of his cock poking straight forward. To be doing something like this and not paying any attention to his cock was driving Steven insane. He continued to wiggle his tongue in Khloe's ass, wishing she would reach for his shaft below and stroke it.
"Ohhhhhh, yes. No one loves me more than my sisters."
Kim spoke in a low but almost high-pitched tone. Her voice always became more animated when she was in a mood like this. Steven remembered the times he heard her scream from his relentless pounding. As he continued to lick Khloe's ass hole, she quit twerking to concentrate on working her tongue. It was amusing to Khloe, as she thought to herself that she and Steven were both busy with their mouths. She slithered her tongue out of Kim's pussy and kissed her clit. Kim bit her lower lip, moaning to the sound of Khloe's big lips pulling away.
"Don't forget to use your fingers."
Khloe giggled at Kim's remark.
"I just had my nails done."
"And?"
"I guess I should've knew I would end up sticking one or two in you. I would've made them like, even longer!"
She knew Kim was taunting her with that single word. Khloe responded by shoving her right hand middle finger directly into Kim's cunt. She twirled the finger like a keyhole in a lock, then twisted the tip. Kim responded with a loud moan.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Right there! Rub my clit, Khloe! Ohhhhhh, fuck!"
Hearing Kim's cries, Steven shook his tongue inside Khloe's booty. The feeling from behind was enough to make Khloe want to finger Kim into a climax. She wiggled her fingers, then used her other hand to rub at Kim's clit with her thumb. Khloe grinned when she saw Kim drop her lower lip, making an 'O' face at her.
"You like that? You want more?"
"Yes! Make me cum, Khloe!!"
Gazing into Kim's eyes, Khloe gritted her teeth. She rapidly thrust her fingers in and out of Kim's pussy, all while still feeling Steven's tongue in her ass. Kim clenched her teeth as she felt the twists and turns of Khloe's digits inside her. She screamed loudly as her body tensed. Khloe began giggling as she saw the conflicted look on her sister's face. It was always a joy to watch Kim have an orgasm. Khloe pulled her fingers out of her pussy and watched the squirting of juices for a second as it splashed on her face. Kim stepped back, prompting Khloe to move forward. Steven's tongue finally left her ass as Khloe crawled forward. He gazed down to see his dick laying against his stomach, still harder than ever. He grunted in frustration while jerking his hands in the cuffs. Kim grinned at him, knowing how desperately he wanted her or Khloe to touch his cock. He couldn't deny how turned on he was by the new role in his life.
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5 HOURS LATER
New York City, New YorkThe Upper East Side streets were a place with great familiarity to Jennifer. It was a different environment for Tony, unlike the streets of Miami back home. The phone call with Beyonce went well, ending with an invitation for the two of them to join her at her luxury penthouse across town. Beyonce and Jennifer talked for two hours on the phone. Tony overheard Jennifer laughing several times from the bedroom. When it was time to head out, Jennifer had a look of ambition in her eyes to compliment a daring smile. Tony knew that look all too well. She told him to get out his favorite suit—anything that would make a statement for him in case there were cameras waiting to snap photos outside. This was more than simply dressing to impress. Beyonce wanted to meet him, but more than anything, Jennifer wanted to take a stroll on the streets in the public eye.
Her heels clacked on the street pavement. Jennifer's outfit consisted of a black leather jacket with zippers, denim blue jeans, and a black hat with the Yankees NY logo. Locks of her long hair bounced with each slow step she took. Diamond studs glimmered from her ears. It was an almost matching look from her 'Some Girl' music video shot across town. Tony went for a more simple look with a black pinstriped suit. Her bodyguards dropped them off from the car down the street. Jennifer made the decision so she and Tony could be seen walking down the street. Her hands were shoved in the pockets of her jeans, preventing him from holding her hand. As they passed by random strangers, Jennifer still had that same look in her eyes. She was reveling in this attention on her home turf. After all the years of knowing her, Tony was now seeing another side of her.
This was her town. Jennifer felt more alive than ever to walk the New York streets as a woman in love. Tony had Miami, but New York was hers. He could see it in her demeanor, the way she strutted her hips and walked at a slow pace without a care in the world. A few pedestrians recognized her in the distance. She walked by, smiling at them. No paparazzi were there to greet them today. Only fans whom realized they were walking the streets with a star. 'Oh my god! Look! It's J-Lo!' A woman screamed, pointing in Jennifer's direction to show a friend. They took out their phones and captured the moment of Jennifer waving at them. Tony found the reactions to her presence to be heartwarming. He was blushing and smiling wide as he walked alongside her. It was the little moments like this that made him believe their love was going to last forever. For the first time in their relationship, he was seeing another side of her. Jenny from the block.
The only thing missing was a ring on her finger. Tony knew this to be true. The longer they walked, he felt something within his heart calling to him. He had to marry her. She strolled the streets like a queen, with a future king walking beside her. Nothing could bring her confidence down on a day like this. All the minor inconveniences and stresses were gone from their minds. Before they reached the front doors of the hotel, more fans approached Jennifer. A group of five people were holding phones, snapping photos and recording the moment as they stepped aside. She gave them the same smile as the other people who recognized her. The doorman inside made an entrance for them into the luxury hotel. He greeted them with a smile, then did a double take as he too saw who was entering the building. Jennifer finally moved her hands out of her pockets. Tony reached for her right hand and gently folded his fingers around hers. They reached the elevator and stepped through the gold metal doors.
He wanted to say something to her but was at a loss for words. There was no way for Tony to describe how this moment felt. It was one of those things better left unspoken and shared between the two of them. Jennifer pressed a button to shut the elevator doors. It was a quiet ride up to the nineteenth floor. She tightened the grip of their fingers together and smiled softly. Tony was still unsure of what to say. Throughout his time in New York with her, Jennifer tried to convince him that there was a bigger world to be shared outside of his home in Florida. It was these special moments like this that convinced him she had more than a point. He was trying not to think about the prospects of engagement right now since they would be in the company of someone else. When it came time to propose, Tony wanted that moment to be for her and no one else. When the elevator stopped, the dinging sound brought him back to reality and out of his amorous thoughts.
"Tony, are you nervous?"
Shaking his head, he stepped out of the elevator with her.
"No, I'm fine."
"You look like you have a lot on your mind."
"I don't. I was thinking about you, baby."
Jennifer blushed. The hall was made up of a dark yellow carpet and vintage styled brown walls with lamp shades. Four tall black men in suits stood around. The one sign of Beyonce's tight security who were always on the same floor as her. All the men stood on the right side of the room, leaving the left unoccupied. Beyonce gave Jennifer instructions when they were on the phone earlier. She didn't give a room number, instead telling Jennifer to go to the end of the hall and look for a door without any numbers. Together, Jennifer and Tony walked down the hall until they reached the end. They passed every door that was painted black with gold numbers matching the knobs. The final door was the one. Jennifer remembered the knocking pattern she was told to use. It was weird, but Beyonce liked to be cryptic about certain things. Tony watched as Jennifer knocked twice, stopped and then knocked three more times.
"What are you doing that for?"
Tony's confusion made Jennifer giggle. She held up her right index finger to her mouth, 'shhhhhh', she gestured. There was no need for her to tell him about the odd stuff Beyonce liked to do. He moved closer and then watched the door open. Beyonce stood in a blue dress. Her long, dark hair had blonde streaks in it, split down the middle. She greeted Jennifer with a smile.
"There she is! The one and only Jenny from the block!"
"Hey girl!"
Jennifer stepped in the doorway and threw her arms around Beyonce. Tony watched the two friends embrace each other in a big hug. When Jennifer pulled away, Beyonce's eyes finally shifted to him. She raised an eyebrow, smirking in a friendly manner.
"So you're Mr. J-Lo?"
He smiled wide upon hearing those words. To be called that nickname when meeting someone for the first time made Tony a proud man. He clutched Jen's hand, pulling her close to him as he nodded at her.
"Yeah, that's me. Some call me Mr. Diaz, but I like Mr. J-Lo better. Jen calls me Tony."
Beyonce laughed.
"I'm sure you do."
She motioned with her right hand, pointing her thumb back.
"Come on in, Mr. J-Lo. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
Beyonce flashed her teeth in a wide grin. Jennifer could see the lust in her eyes as she looked at Tony. They knew each other well throughout the years. It was common to anyone who knew Beyonce that her marriage to Jay-Z was open. He had fun with other women, leaving her to do as she pleased with men of her choice. Jennifer had known Beyonce long enough to have been involved in her business empire. It was there that they shared similar interests beyond their music careers. There were many secrets they shared together as friends. Jennifer believed her interest in Tony was solely due to his rising fame. When a certain man caught Beyonce's eye, she made her moves. Jennifer didn't tell the other singer about the many famous women he had slept with over the years in Miami. It was better for Beyonce to believe she was going to be the first woman to share a threesome with the man with rising stardom under the moniker Mr. J-Lo.
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Los Angeles, CaliforniaA row of cars were lined up from the driveway. Every last one in a shade of black with tinted windows and silver rims. The fleet of Cadillac Escalades on Kardashian property was such a common sight, one sister often became tired of seeing them. Kourtney stood outside the mansion, looking at the row of cars. She had no reason to come to this place. If not for her direct relation to Kim, she would've never been allowed to step foot beyond the gates. The family owned several mansions across Beverly Hills and in Los Angeles. Not all of them were in Kim's name, but this one was an important place for the family. The only women who had ever stepped through the front door were Kim, Khloe and Kourtney. Their younger sisters were oblivious to the inner workings of the organization around them.
Kim was the mastermind, Khloe was the sidekick, and Kylie was her protégé waiting in the wings. From the early days, Kourtney had no desire to dip her toes in the criminal underworld. With money came power, and from there, Kim wanted to become more than a household name. The beginnings had little to do with Kim's decisions. Kourtney resented the ambitious nature of her sister. Nothing was ever enough for Kim. When she had something, she only wanted more. She turned their mother's business into an organization that now resembled a crime family or cartel. The many managers and assistants who made up Kim's inner circle had powerful connections with wealth and influence stretching far beyond Hollywood. Kourtney had seen hints of things years ago, but it was not a world she wished to explore.
Khloe enjoyed it as Kim's #2 making decisions that gave her an ego boost. That was understandable from Kourtney's perspective, since she had previously suffered from low self esteem. Before the change of direction in family business, Kourtney felt much closer to Kim. It was the strong bond of sisterly love the three of them shared that Kourtney missed more than anything. Back in the day, she could always count on Kim to have her back. Things started to change when Kourtney voiced her frustrations about some of Kim's actions behind closed doors. The more she learned about the new connections Kim was making, the less she trusted her sister. One major breaking point was the change in protocol with groups of men working as bodyguards. It all shifted from a job to something that resembled a secret society from within. The word family had a new meaning as the years progressed.
Kourtney couldn't go along with it. Some things were morally unjust. The idea of making men swear loyalty in allegiance to the family was simply wrong. What happened to the ones who were deemed betrayers? Kourtney knew the answer. It was the sole reason she took the trip to this mansion, knowing that there was something hidden underground she didn't want to see. Only the most loyal of her men were allowed to guard the place. She could still remember the day Kim introduced her to the sex dungeon. Kourtney had just broken up with a boyfriend who cheated on her. Kim paid the poor bastard back by dragging him to a cell, where he answered for his crimes. At first, Kourtney felt a bold sense of power when she put on the black leather dominatrix outfit and took the whip from Kim's hand. She delivered justice to her newly enslaved ex-boyfriend with a harsh spanking.
Her feelings changed the next day, when the thrill wore off. Kourtney expected Kim to release the man and let him go about his life. She didn't expect to be summoned back to the dungeon and given a speech about training the man as a personal fuck toy. That was a line she refused to step across. Men came and went through their lives. Some relationships worked, others didn't, or so that was what she believed. Kourtney refused to look at an ex as a piece of property. Kim tried to change her mind several times, even going so far as to show Kourtney the growing number of serving slaves. Over time, the men swore a different pledge of loyalty to the sisters. The dungeon turned into a harem, where Kim and Khloe spent time with their men. Kim once told her that there were other women like her who traded male slaves to be used and kept. Some men willingly surrendered themselves to this new lifestyle.
Deep down, Kourtney had this gut feeling she couldn't ignore any longer. She remembered her wild day connecting with Steven. There was something about him that drew her in. He was unlike the other men who worked for Kim. She was able to easily see through him as a man living a mid-life crisis. He didn't belong in this environment. Where did he vanish to? She knew better than to ask Kim or Khloe. They would easily catch on to her curiosity and dismiss her concerns. Kourtney took the chance of asking Kylie if she seen him around. The response was a head shake, but she let it slip up that he was dating Khloe before he disappeared. Kourtney spent the night putting two and two together. Her past experiences with an ex-boyfriend gave her a bad feeling. She didn't have any proof, but she was certain she knew where Steven was.
That led her to the mansion today. Kourtney had a special key to the dungeon she kept, regardless of the disagreements she had with Kim. She just had to hope the locks had not been changed since her last visit three years ago. Khloe once told her that Kim said she only made three keys. One for each mistress. They were holding out hope that some day Kourtney would change her mind and become one of them. But Kourtney knew better. Kylie was fast becoming Kim's loyal apprentice. Some day, she would be asked to hand her key over to Kylie. Before that could happen, Kourtney wanted to do something good. She stomped her way to the front doors. Her long black hair was fixed behind her back. Her chest was hidden in a black shirt that went with her stonewashed denim blue jeans. Nothing fancy for this meeting, though Kourtney knew she probably should've brought a pair of knee-high hooker boots instead.
She stepped into the mansion, feeling the cool breeze of air inside. Several bodyguards were in the main hall, greeting her with a smile. She returned the favor as she walked around the place. Kim and Khloe were not present. Kourtney would've recognized one of their cars in the driveway. Without them here to question her intentions, she had free reign to dig in the rooms upstairs. Kourtney was confident she would discover some form of evidence that Steven was down in the dungeon. After climbing the staircase, she stomped down the hall to find the door leading into Kim's room. Kourtney stepped in and flicked the light switch as she glanced across the room, taking in the surroundings. Two nightstands and a dresser were close by. She noticed the closet door was not entirely shut, suggesting that may be the first place worth rummaging.
Before Kourtney reached the closet, she noticed something sitting on the makeup table. A little black box was in front of the mirror. Kim had a habit of using small wooden boxes to keep important possessions unrelated to her materialistic hobbies. Kourtney stepped around the table, facing the box. She undid the gold metal top and slowly opened it. She saw three rows of five keys, each making fifteen total. Kourtney noticed some of the silver keys had names engraved in black. In the bottom right corner, she found what she was looking for. Steven's name was on the key. Her heartbeat began racing as she grabbed the key and took a better look. There was no happiness to be felt in having her worst assumptions proven correct. Kourtney knew her sister better than anyone. Contempt and rage filled her as she took the key and slid it into one of her pockets.
The sound of a door slamming outside caught Kourtney's attention. She walked to the window covered by white curtains. After carefully pulling one back, she glanced down from the window to see Kim's Bentley newly parked in the driveway. Another door slammed as the figures of Kim and Khloe were seen walking up the driveway and to the front door. In a panic, Kourtney walked back to the table and closed the box. Before leaving the room, she reached down and pulled off her heels to prevent herself from being heard stomping upstairs. With her bare feet, she quietly closed the door and dashed out. She quickly reached the stairs, carrying her heels in her right hand. Thinking fast, Kourtney ran into another room and decided to hide in the kitchen. A few seconds later, she heard the front door open and her sisters enter the mansion.
"Bible, I'm still tasting that fish."
Kim laughed at Khloe.
"Are you still hungry?"
"No! It was just that good!"
Kourtney heard their loud voices and sighed. A door in the kitchen led to the backyard garden and swimming pool. She quietly stepped around, trying her best not to make any sounds as she turned the door knob and walked outside. After shutting the door, she ducked and put her heels back on. It was a long walk from the backyard to the front. Once she was in the driveway, she took off, running to her car. There was no need to stick around and get caught by them. With the key in her pocket, Kourtney knew she could return tomorrow or another time and make the dreaded journey down into the dungeon. This gave her time to prepare for a daring rescue effort. As she started the car, Kourtney took one last look at the house before shifting gears. She needed time to herself to strategize a plan that would work. Something had to give for her to get him out of there without Kim and Khloe catching her.
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3 HOURS LATER
New York City, New YorkThree empty glasses sat at a table. Not a drop of wine was left in the bottle. Beyonce made her guests feel comfortable in her New York home. She treated Tony and Jennifer to a shared dinner, courtesy of the hotel staff. The small buffet was complimented with a bottle of wine dated from 1969, Jennifer's birth year. Since he was the only man in the room, Beyonce suggested Tony open the bottle. He did so, choosing Jennifer's glass to fill first. They made a toast to new friendships before the first sip. Beyonce was interested in learning all the details about their relationship. This gave Jennifer the chance to tell a story all the way back to the beginning. It was another reminder to Tony that he needed to be thinking ahead of the future in their relationship. Their conversation shifted away from love and became about business.
Earlier in the day, when they were on the phone, Jennifer disclosed some topics she wanted Beyonce to discuss with Tony. She felt that Beyonce could help him consider building a brand of business outside of his isolated life in Miami. Tony was a businessman at the end of the day. Jennifer knew this from him, but sometimes a man of his caliber needed encouragement to take risks. Throughout his career, he stayed local in Miami, managing his nightclubs until settling on one. As their passion continued to grow, Jennifer told Tony several times that there was more to life than the walls of Disco Fever. She wanted to see him become more than just a local celebrity from his hometown. Beyonce and Tony had something in common with their love for nightclubs. Jennifer smiled when she began telling him about the many clubs she had an ownership stake in. All backed by financial partners and associates.
Tony saw himself stepping into a role that made his own lifetime achievements look small in comparison. He wanted to be Jennifer's king. If that meant handling business deals and negotiations for her, it was all worth it. He suggested to Beyonce that they enter some kind of partnership and become allies in the business world.
'If you're talking about an alliance, that's bold. I like it, but my kind of work goes deeper than just managing a brand and doing music. Not everything would be considered clean. Jen can tell you more some other time. Just know, you'd be getting your hands dirty', Beyonce gave him an honest answer. He knew she was hinting at what the average citizen would consider to be organized crime. Tony was no stranger to that kind of language. He had a clean reputation in Miami, but the same couldn't be said for his family name or his missing brother.
Beyonce ended the discussion before it could go further. She suggested that the three of them needed to talk about it another time when they weren't focused on what came after. First there was business, and then there was pleasure. The time had come for the latter. The apartment was split into four smaller rooms, with a staircase leading to a private room. Grey and black walls made the place look more modern, as opposed to the vintage themed interior décor that Jennifer's apartment contained. The only similarities they had were the marble floors and tables. Everything about Beyonce's choice of aesthetics said much about her taste. Jennifer and Tony were in a different world. Beyonce took Jennifer's hand, suggesting they go up the metal staircase that led to what she called 'heaven in the sky'. They told Tony to wait until he heard music before joining them.
Several minutes passed by as he looked at the staircase, patiently waiting. Since Jennifer went up with her, he assumed they had already planned something together. He had time to look around Beyonce's apartment, but chose not to. His eyes focused on the shiny metal of each step leading up to a black door. It had to be her private bedroom, he believed. His shoes, socks and jacket sat in the kitchen since Beyonce told him to get more comfortable before they ate dinner. Just when he expected to wait longer, the sound of bass beats could be heard upstairs. Tony gripped the metal rail of the staircase and began to climb up. The beats were at a slow pace, bumping twice and then stopping for a brief second. Tony was unsure what kind of music this was, but it was definitely Hip Hop oriented. He turned the door knob and welcomed himself into Beyonce's heavenly sanctum.
The room was dark, with neon lights on the left and right walls, creating a purple hue. Two black lamps were visible close by, also with purple bulbs. The brighter the light, the more violet the color appeared. A large black leather couch was pushed against the wall. Sitting in front of the couch were two oval shaped glass tables. The room was smaller than Tony expected, with a wall in front containing a red curtain pulled all the way through. He shut the door after stepping in. In the center of the room sat a tiny stage with a silver stripper pole. That gave him a hint of things to come. As the music continued to play, Tony sat down in the middle of the couch as the only audience member in what looked like a small strip club. As he sat there, the curtain began to move from the left side. The music stopped as Beyonce stepped out.
Her eyes met his from across the room as she grinned. All the clothes she wore earlier had been stripped to reveal her voluptuous figure that was previously hidden. A white bra covered her huge breasts. Below, he could see a white thong. In a match, white fishnet stockings ran up to her thighs, pairing well with her heels. The low lighting and neon colors made the white outfit more visible on her dark skin. Beyonce strutted to the stage, giving the impression she would be using the stripper pole. His complete attention was centered on her as the only woman in the room. Jennifer must have been behind the curtain, wherever that led. Beyonce locked eyes with Tony as she spread her legs and raised her arms. She grabbed the pole with both hands, flexing her elbows and then letting go. Beyonce licked her lips and then clapped her hands together to restart the music. Her hit song 7/11 began to play.
"Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air.
Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air."She stepped off the stage and began to sway with the beats. After each verse, she stopped and shook her hips left and right. The verse repeated and she danced along with it until the break.
"Smack it, smack it in the air, legs movin' side to side.
Smack it, smack it in the air, smack it, smack it in the air."Beyonce turned around and pushed her hips out. With her hands on her knees, she rolled her hips to make her ass cheeks clap together. Tony sat up, watching her twerk until the verse completed. She moved to face him again.
"Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air!
Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air!"She pulled her bra off, unleashing her giant black tits. They bounced and jigged all around as Beyonce began to jump in rhythm to the song.
"Clap, clap, clap like you don't care!
Smack that! Clap, clap, clap like you don't care!"Halting her moments with the beat, Beyonce grinned as her backing vocals were heard echoing in the distance. Jennifer stepped out from the curtain and walked to the stage. Tony noticed her wearing a shiny silver jacket. The song continued to play as Beyonce strutted around him. She noticed his eyes following Jennifer as she stepped in front of the stripper pole, facing it. Tony didn't pay attention to the lyrics of the song as Jennifer spread her shoulders and let the jacket fall. As it hit the floor, she bent over to show her legendary supreme booty. Beyonce stopped dancing and turned her head to witness the reveal. Jennifer knew Tony's eyes would be focused on her, so she bent over slowly while grabbing the stripper pole. He clapped his hands, shouting.
"El mejor culo del mundo!"
Beyonce was unsure of what he spoke in Spanish, except for one word. Culo told her that he was talking about Jennifer's ass. With the jacket on the floor, Jennifer stepped out of it, revealing a new pair of translucent stripper heels that elevated her height. She grabbed the stripper pole and started walking in a counterclockwise rotation. Little did he know how much she had been practicing pole dancing for months to do her role in the upcoming film Hustlers. Beyonce moved in front of Tony, cupping her breasts in both hands. She jiggled them around while Jennifer gained speed in a circular sprint to climb the pole with her legs. Beyonce raised one leg and turned around, showing her thick black ass again. Tony watched Jennifer twirling around the pole, then looked down to see Beyonce's cheeks clapping together as the song was still playing. Neither of them tried to match the tempo of the song, instead dancing at their own pace.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Beyonce's cheeks smacked together as she moved her hands to her hips and pushed the thong down. She reached back with her left hand and spanked her own booty. Tony was watching Jennifer move around the pole. She raised herself up and let go with her hands, spinning around with only her legs around it. Once again, he glanced down to look at Beyonce's ass gyrating towards his crotch. She glanced at him from across her right shoulder and smirked. Jennifer was still rotating around the pole when Beyonce sat down in Tony's lap. He took a deep breath, feeling her thick ass rub against him. His cock poked up in the front of his pants, shoved between her ass crack. He moaned at the feeling of her powerful booty grinding into him while he watched Jennifer slide down the pole.
Beyonce grabbed Tony's hands from behind and guided them to her body. He touched her beautiful ebony skin. His palms slid across her smooth body, feeling her hips first. She let go of his hands and continued to grind into him, matching the bass of the song. Jennifer was done with her short pole dance and stepped off the stage. Tony couldn't see the girls smirking and winking at each other. Jennifer strutted her hips, slowly moving to one of the glass tables nearby. Tony watched her climb up and turn around, showing her ass again as she fell to her hands and knees. Beyonce was still grinding on him as Jennifer twerked to the end of the song. The beats slowed down, and the outro followed with Beyonce's low voice. He moaned again as his hands slid up her curves and found her soft breasts. Beyonce leaned back to the point where he could move his lips to one side of her neck. He chose the right side, blowing his breath down her neck while squeezing her tits.
"I'm so fresh... Jenny's so fresh... We're fresher than you."
Tony laughed as he felt her hardened nipples poking into his palms. She was joking at the lyrics to the end of her song. Another song didn't follow up, so the music stopped completely. The sound that followed was Jennifer's thick ass cheeks smacking together.
"You see that? No one can twerk better than Jen."
Beyonce giggled at his words. She quit grinding in his lap and focused on the movement of Jennifer's epic booty cheeks slapping together.
"That's a strong statement from you, Mr. Diaz."
For the first time, she didn't refer to him as Mr. J-Lo. Tony chuckled under his breath. The tone in Beyonce's voice made it sound as if she were taunting him. It was a sign of what to expect from this woman once his clothes were off. Jennifer quit twerking and slid off the table. When she stood, Beyonce finally got up from his lap. His stiffening cock was poking forward in the front of his pants. Jennifer was to his left, Beyonce on the right. Tony could finally see Beyonce's pussy. The wetness glimmered with the subtle lighting in the room. Jennifer was still wearing her outfit. They looked at each other. Beyonce grinned while Jennifer tilted her head towards Tony in a quiet gesture.
"So which of you is going to take the honor of unzipping my pants?"
"Me and only me. You came into my home, so I get the honor to suck you off first."
Beyonce gazed into his eyes after her strong statement. She licked her lips before slowly falling to her knees. Tony refused to break eye contact with her as she grabbed the front of his pants and jerked them hard. While they were locked in this moment, Jennifer took off her bra and tossed it to the floor. Tony was still focusing his eyes on Beyonce as she pulled the front button apart from his pants, while Jennifer slid her thong down and stepped out of it. The zipper on his pants was pulled at a slow pace, making more noise. Beyonce took her time, teasing him with her deep brown eyes and not uttering a single word. Jennifer stepped over to Tony and pressed her hands against his chest. He didn't become distracted enough to glance away from Beyonce while his queen unbuttoned his shirt and began pulling it off.
"No clothes for the rest of the night. You're gonna stay naked."
Once again, Beyonce spoke. Tony smirked as she pushed his pants down to his ankles. Jennifer tugged his shirt off and tossed it to the floor.
"This is your place, so it's your rules."
"Yeah. You're in my domain tonight. I'd follow the rules like a good girl if we were at Jennifer's place or your own."
He chuckled at her reply as Beyonce grabbed the front of his underwear and tugged it down. His dick sprung free. Beyonce gasped and began giggling at the sight.
"Now this is what I'd rather talk about."
Jennifer moved to the floor, sitting on her knees next to Beyonce. She reached below and helped push his pants and underwear out from his ankles. Beyonce ignored his clothes and grabbed his dick with her left hand. Tony and Beyonce's eyes were still locked as she squeezed his cock.
"Mmmmmm, so fuckin' big."
Licking her lips, Beyonce pumped her hand up and down. Tony moaned, still looking at her eyes as she stroked his shaft.
"For a man to be known as Mr. J-Lo, I knew you had to be packin' it big in those pants."
She revealed her teeth in a sinister grin of pure lust. Her fingers slid to the base, gripping his shaft tightly as she parted her lips and kissed the head. Jennifer watched as Beyonce opened her mouth and brought his cock in. Tony and Beyonce's eyes finally became unlocked as the singer shut her lids. 'Mmmmmmmm', a muffled moan was heard as she pushed more of his cock into her mouth. Beyonce sucked it slowly, but Tony had the sense that she was simply warming up. Her lips came back to the head and she released it with a loud pop. Beyonce laughed as she resumed stroking him.
"You're right, you know. She's got dat ass... Dat ass..."
Her fingers slid across his shaft faster. Gritting her teeth, Beyonce spoke again.
"Dat ass... I can't wait to see this cock in it. Only after it's covered in my fuckin' spit."
Tony groaned as Beyonce shoved his dick back into her mouth. She slid her hand to the base and held it with only her thumb and index fingers. This gave her room to begin deepthroating his cock instantly.
"Ay, mierda!"
He cursed in Spanish as Beyonce bobbed her head up and down. She sucked loudly, slobbering all over his shaft. Jennifer watched, but didn't interfere with her friend. This was her one moment to get a taste of Tony, so Jennifer let the other singer have her way with him. He gritted his teeth, snarling as she pushed his cock down her throat, burying her lips in his pubic hairs. She removed her fingers from the base, giving way to completely deepthroat his full length. Not once did she gag on the entirety of his thick shaft. He grunted as she pulled back up and looked up into his eyes. Tony expected her to pull his cock out of her mouth and speak again. Beyonce closed her eyes and continued to suck it by the inch.
"You suck it so good."
His words were muttered with a gasp and moan. Tony looked to Jennifer who was observing the way her friend sucked. It had been several years since Jennifer last saw Beyonce suck cock. The way she moved her lips and controlled her gag reflexes was worthy of respect alone. Beyonce's skills went beyond most women, as Tony was now finding out.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah!"
The sound of his crying voice made her open her eyes. Beyonce looked at him as she continued to suck at a slow pace. Her mouth made several sucking noises that grew louder with each and every second.
"GWAK-KAH-GWAH-GWAK-GWAH!"
She moved faster, leaving Tony to wonder if he should take control. He knew he could hold back without cumming, but would Beyonce let him? The way she was sucking his cock made him wonder. Jennifer began to moan as she continued to watch. Tony exhaled a deep breath.
"Tan jodidamente bueno..."
Jennifer knew what he was saying in Spanish. Beyonce pulled her lips back to the head of his shaft and released it with a loud pop noise. The saliva strings broke from her lips as his cock flopped against his stomach.
"There's a lot of jealous ass hoes who wish they could suck like me. I'm very picky when it comes to what cocks I'll put in my mouth."
Beyonce snickered as the drool strings dangled from her open mouth. She sucked them up, making one rope of saliva that hung from her lower lip. Jennifer reached for her chin and pushed Beyonce's head to face her. Jennifer kissed her, collecting the drool from her mouth. When their lips broke away, Jennifer flicked her tongue and spit on Tony's cock. Beyonce laughed at that move.
"Go ahead and suck him, Mami. Show me how it's done."
The way Beyonce smiled at Jennifer showed mutual respect between them. She moved aside, allowing Jennifer to get in front of Tony. She grabbed his cock and held it up, directly under her chin. After biting her lower lip, Jennifer spit a second time. She used all the saliva as lube to wank him. Her fingers easily glided across his slick shaft. When she berathed across the head, Tony moaned. Jennifer opened her mouth wide and laid his cock on her tongue before enveloping her lips around it. Beyonce raised an eyebrow, grinning at the technique her old friend displayed.
"I bet you're already thinking about poundin' dat ass."
Tony moaned, chuckling at Beyonce's remark. Jennifer pushed his cock deeper down her throat as she sucked slowly.
"I like to save that for last when I get the chance."
"I don't blame you. I can't wait to feel you ramming me from behind. You're gonna do that for me, right?"
"Oh, yes. I'm planning on it."
He swallowed his breath to prevent a loud moan in the conversation. Jennifer was taking her time, moving her lips up and down in a slow rhythm.
"I like to get rammed. You have to go as deep as you can. Push every last fuckin' inch of that dick in my big black ass."
'Mmmmmmm', Jennifer's muffled moans were heard after Beyonce's dirty words. She still moved her lips at a slow pace, as if to hold him back from the explosion of cum the other woman worked up too quickly. Tony looked down into Jennifer's eyes. She winked while pulling her lips back to the head. Jennifer released it with a pop and pulled his dick out of her mouth. Her fingers twisted around it and she resumed wanking.
"Hey Bey, you wanna know what Papi really likes?"
Jennifer lowered her head, holding Tony's cock up. She kissed his nut sack and motioned for Beyonce to join in.
"Come on. Give me another tongue and lick his balls!"
"And here I thought I was the one who was kinky."
Beyonce smirked at Jennifer as she lowered her head. Tony looked at Jennifer's hand holding his cock as he felt both tongues lashing over his balls. Her fingers tightened around his pole, slowly moving up and down.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yeah!"
Tony moaned as he felt them still licking his balls. Jennifer stopped and let Beyonce put them in her mouth. She sucked one ball, rolling it around her tongue before doing the other one. While Tony sat there, he looked at Jennifer's fingers. There was something missing from one of them. This was another reminder that he needed to get her a ring. After a brief pause in the feeling, Tony knew when his balls were in Jennifer's mouth. She pumped her hand, stroking his dick while sucking one of his nuts. She alternated between them, using her other hand to help herself. Beyonce raised her head and smirked at him.
"You thinking about something, big Papi?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"Like what? Fucking my ass?"
He laughed.
"I'm thinking about more than just that."
Jennifer stopped sucking one of his balls and cleared her throat before Beyonce could reply.
"Tony, you should fuck her tits. I want to watch."
Beyonce's eyes widened, blinking a few times in surprise at that suggestion.
"Oh my, why didn't I think of that? I should put that big fuckin' cock between my tits."
Rising up, Jennifer smirked at Beyonce, making her blush and giggle. Beyonce rubbed her forehead against hers before they traded a short kiss. Jennifer moved aside, letting Beyonce return between his legs. She grabbed her breasts, squishing them together and then pulling them apart. Jennifer wrapped her hands around Tony's cock and moved it between Beyonce's huge black breasts. She let go so Beyonce could squeeze them around his cock.
"Ohhhhh, yeah..."
Grinning at him as he moaned, Beyonce nodded.
"That feels good, huh?"
"My Papi loves big tits."
Jennifer's remark made her laugh. Tony grinned as he saw only the head of his cock poking up between her heavy tits.
"You ever fucked any tits as big as mine before, Papi?"
"I prefer it when you call me Mr. J-Lo."
Beyonce chuckled to mock him.
"Is that so? You better be ready to earn that privilege. Get off your fucking ass! Stand up and fuck these titties!"
He got up from the couch as she pressed her breasts tightly around his dick. Rising to the challenge, Tony felt a surge of adrenaline through his veins. Jennifer could see the determination in his face as he began bucking his hips forward. Beyonce moaned as his moved between her tits.
"Yeah! That's it!"
She gritted her teeth, snarling at him. Eye contact was impossible with his sights focused on watching the head of his dick poke up with each full thrust.
"Just like that! Fuck these titties!! Keep going!"
Jennifer swallowed her breath as she watched. Beyonce knew how to push a man's buttons. The intensity was seen in how fast Tony was fucking her tits. He grunted in pleasure, reaching down with his right hand to hold one of her shoulders to keep her in space.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! You like that, don't you? Don't you!?"
"I could fuck your tits all day if I wanted to!"
His reply made Beyonce laugh. Her voice grew louder as she raised her head and closed her eyes. Tony was still thrusting fast. A euphoric expression covered Beyonce's face as she grinned. Jennifer could see the enjoyment she was having, almost making her feel bitter at the moment.
"Yeah! That's how I like getting my titties fucked!"
Tony slowed his thrusts. Beyonce opened her eyes and lowered her head. She watched the head poke up and spit on it. As he continued to thrust, she opened her mouth. Tony groaned, thrusting hard enough to push the head of his dick between her lips. Beyonce sucked it while Jennifer got up from the floor and climbed back on top of the glass table she once used for twerking. The other table sat directly next to her on the left side. Tony smiled as he gazed at Jennifer's thick booty. She positioned herself on all fours like before.
"Getting ready?"
Jennifer glanced at him from across her right shoulder with a loving smile.
"You know it, Papi. I'm sure you're ready for some booty."
Pop! Beyonce pulled his cock from her lips, redirecting his eyes down to her.
"If you're gonna fuck her ass, I want to watch it."
She let go of her breasts to free his cock and began to climb up from her knees. Beyonce stood up to Tony, pressing her boobs into his bare chest as she smirked.
"For a man known as Mr. J-Lo, I just want to see if you know how to fuck her ass hard."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Do I sound like I'm kidding around? You ain't the first man to be in a room with me and Jenny. I'll know if you're the right man for her if you can fuck her ass the right way."
Tony shook his head and sighed. Her doubt was enough to get under his skin. Beyonce snickered at him as she turned around and walked to the table. She slid her right hand over Jennifer's left hip, admiring her curves. Jennifer rolled her hips and pushed her ass out. The firm cheeks clapped together as Tony stepped closer, grasping his cock. When he reached the table, Beyonce spanked that ass hard to make Jennifer halt.
"Show me what Mr. J-Lo is all about. Fuck her ass."
He pulled Jennifer's ass cheeks apart to shove his cock into the crack. Beyonce bit her lower lip, watching as he found her dark little hole and pushed in. A wicked smile ran across her face when she heard Jennifer moan.
"Now that's something I haven't heard in a long time. I was afraid I wouldn't ever get to see a dick in your ass again."
Beyonce started laughing as Tony eased more of his cock into Jennifer's booty. Another moan was heard from the older singer. Jennifer closed her eyes and gripped the edges of the table. Beyonce liked to play games during these threesomes. Jennifer knew she was testing Tony. There were few men Beyonce truly respected, but Jennifer's confidence in Tony remained strong. As she felt his cock pushing deeper into her ass, she raised her head and moaned. His hands found place clamping down onto her hips as he pushed it all the way in, letting the other singer watch his shaft disappear into that ass.
"I can tell you've done this before."
"You wish you knew."
Tony chuckled, pulling back. He continued to speak as he thrust into Jennifer's booty again.
"This is my favorite place in the whole world to put my cock. You don't have to tell me how lucky I am, I already know. I've been in Jen's ass many times over the years, probably more than you've seen it be fucked."
He winked with a smirk, showing that he could taunt her too. Beyonce raised an eyebrow, not intimidated by his comeback. Tony started to ram his cock into Jennifer's ass harder. She gasped as her breasts began to bounce from underneath.
"That's it, Papi! Pound me in the ass!!"
He gritted his teeth as he found a rhythm, pumping his cock in and out of her ass. Tony ignored the woman standing by him. There was no better pleasure than this. No matter how many times he had been inside that ass, it still gave him a level of pleasure that was unmeasurable. His balls slapped against the undersides of her cheeks as he drove every inch of his dick into Jennifer's booty.
"YESSSSSS!!"
Beyonce's eyes enlarged as Jennifer screamed. The sound of their bodies hitting together could've made bass beats to the music that played earlier. As she watched him fuck her friend's ass, an achy feeling developed between her thighs.
"GIVE IT TO ME!! GIVE IT TO ME, PAPI!! OHHHHHH, YES!! YESSSSSS!!"
Tony glanced at Beyonce as he continued to ram his cock into Jennifer's booty.
"You like that!? You like how I fuck that ass!?"
Blinking her eyes, Beyonce smiled wide, but he looked away from her.
"Yeah! That's what I like to fucking see! FUCK DAT ASS!!"
She couldn't take the sight anymore. Beyonce quickly moved around them, walking to the other glass table beside her. Tony groaned as he maintained himself at the right pace, still slamming his cock into Jennifer's ass.
"YESSSSSS!! OHHHHHHHH, FUCK!! I LOVE YOU, PAPI!! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!!"
Jennifer's last words made him finally slow to a halt. Tony's cock was still inside her when he glanced to his left and saw Beyonce sitting on her table, legs spread, and playing with her pussy. Their eyes connected for a moment as he gazed down at her body and saw the folds of her entrance. Swallowing his breath, Tony pulled his cock out of Jennifer's ass.
"Hold on, Papi! I wanna change positions."
She pressed her front body against the glass and then carefully rolled over. Jennifer rested on her back, gazing forward to see Tony standing on the opposite end. She spread her legs, accidentally touching Beyonce with her left calve. Changing her mind about her legs, Jennifer raised them and pressed her heels against Tony's chest. He moved his hands to her ankles, softly caressing them.
"Can I take these off, Jen?"
"Yes, please."
Beyonce moaned as she slid her right hand middle finger into her pussy. She twisted it, slowly pushing in and out. Her other hand was pressed into the surface of the table, holding herself up. There was something about Beyonce watching and pleasuring herself that made Jennifer grin. Tony took off the left heel first, then the right. They fell to the floor with a bang. With her feet free, Jennifer pressed her soles against his chest. Tony slid his hands to cradle them, rubbing his thumbs over her big toes. She bit her lower lip, purring at the touch of his warm hands on her feet. Beyonce cooed softly again, getting Jennifer's attention.
"Are you gonna sit there and watch us?"
"Mmmmhhhhhhhmmmmm. He knows how to ram it. I want to see how loud he can make you scream."
Jennifer giggled softly. Tony moved her legs to mount over his shoes before grabbing his cock. Her big brown eyes glanced up at him, never leaving his face as he rubbed his cock against her pink folds. He could feel Beyonce's leering close by as he slowly pushed his shaft inside of Jennifer.
"That's it, Papi. Show Beyonce how we fuck."
His hands moved to her strong legs, gripping them to hold onto something. Tony couldn't look away from Jennifer's gorgeous face as he began to thrust inside her. The warm feeling of her pussy made him moan between the deep breaths he took. She told him to fuck her, but he wanted to make love. As he bucked his hips, Jennifer closed her eyes and moaned.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah..."
"You like to go slow?"
Beyonce asked. Tony shook his head without looking in her direction.
"We're just getting started."
He didn't care what she had to say about his style. Nothing could prevent him from making love to Jennifer the way he desired. After a few slow thrusts, Jennifer slid her hands over her body and found her breasts. She squeezed them, sliding her fingers between her nipples to pinch them. Beyonce dipped another finger into her cunt, moaning as she fingered herself at the same pace as Tony's thrusts into Jennifer. She wasn't making demands for him to go faster or harder. Jennifer knew when Tony was ready, he would pick up the pace. As soon as she opened her eyes, he made the first hard thrust.
"Ohhhhh!"
Then another hard thrust followed. Her boobs jiggled in her hands. Jennifer reclosed her eyes. She bit her lower lip, purring soft moans. Beyonce shoved her middle finger deeper in her cunt, matching the two hard thrusts as Tony drove faster. Her left hand groped one of her own tits, squeezing it.
"Jen, I love you!"
His hands gripped her legs as he began bucking his hips harder and faster. His cock moved in and out of her with ease. The faster pace made Jennifer moan, crying out to him.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh, Tony! I love you too! I love my Papi!"
Beyonce stopped fingering herself. She couldn't take her eyes away from them, watching every second of Tony thrusting into Jennifer. What started as slow sensual, lovemaking shifted into a fast display of tenderness. Tony grunted as he continued to pump his cock into Jennifer's pussy.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHHH!! YEAHHHHHHHH!!"
Her screams were loud, echoing throughout the room. Tony maintained his pace, still moving inside her as Jennifer closed her eyes and gripped the edges of the table. Her toes curled up as she approached the point of no return. Her breasts shook, bouncing wildly. As Beyonce watched, she wanted to say something but couldn't decide what. Tony needed no applause or encouragement to keep taking Jennifer.
"TONY!! TONYYYYY!! I'M ALMOST THERE!! OHHHH, OHHHHH, OHHHHHHHHH!!"
Her eyes widened as she screamed. Tony didn't stop thrusting as he felt the familiar tightness of her pussy. His face scrunched up as he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back from exploding inside her. If not for the other woman, he would've filled Jennifer's pussy with his seed. Her legs shook as she reached the moment of ecstasy. Tony let go of her legs and stepped back, quickly grabbing his cock from the base and pulling it out of her vulva. Jennifer screamed again as her juices squirted onto his chest. She lowered her legs from his shoulders, leaving Tony free to step aside when he wanted.
"Damn, I'm impressed."
Beyonce took his attention away from Jennifer. She slid herself onto the edge of the table where her legs dangled. When Tony turned to Beyonce, she snapped her fingers with her right hand and pointed directly at her pussy.
"Bring it on."
He moved to her table, gripping his cock as their eyes connected. Jennifer's juices dripped from his chest, making wet spots that glimmered with purple hues from the neon lighting in the room. She slid her fingers from her clit and split the folds of her pussy. Tony slid his cock inside, feeling the heat around his pole. Beyonce smirked as she pressed her palms into the table behind her to hold herself up.
"I don't want you to love me like you do her. Fuck me raw."
Tony met her demands with a hard first thrust to begin. Beyonce moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist. He felt the edges of her heels poking his buttocks. Tony reached for her breasts, squeezing them as her eyes focused on his face.
"I know you've still got energy to burn. If you want to ram my ass, you're gonna have to fuck me hard. Make me scream like Jenny."
The edge of her heels pushed deeper into his ass cheeks. Beyonce tightened her legs around him. Tony responded to her actions by squeezing her breasts and bucking his hips harder. His cock pushed deeper inside her.
"Yeah, that's it. Go harder."
Beyonce exhaled, breathing heavily as she closed her lips, looking smug as ever. Tony took a deep breath and grunted. As he fucked her, Jennifer raised her head and let out a sigh. It was her turn to watch him with her friend, so she raised herself up and sat on the table. Beyonce moved her right hand back to her clit, rubbing it with each thrust Tony made into her sweet, black pussy.
"Fuck her good, Papi."
Jennifer encouraged him. Beyonce saw his face change to a smirk at the sound of her voice. Tony blushed as he started to thrust harder and faster. It would've been worth a laugh for Beyonce if she wasn't feeling the pleasure right now. She kept her legs wrapped around him, still pressing her hands against the glass surface to maintain this position. Her huge tits shook in the grasp of his hands.
"Yeah! Give me every inch of your big fuckin' cock! FUCK ME!!"
Her scream was a menacing growl, with her teeth clenched together. Tony let go of her breasts so he could watch them jiggle around as he fucked her. His right hand grabbed her hair, snatching up a tight grip. Jennifer gasped as she saw him take control. Finally, after all this time, she managed to push him into making a move.
"OHHHH, YEAH!! KEEP GOING!! HARDER, HARDER!! FUCK ME!!"
Beyonce yelled as he tugged a tighter grip on her hair. Jennifer saw no need to further vocally support his efforts.
"You like that? You like how good I'm fucking you!?"
Tony taunted Beyonce the same way she had done to him throughout this night. He pulled her hair again, still bucking his hips to pump his cock in and out of her tight cunt.
"OHHHHH, YEAH!! KEEP GOING LIKE THAT!! GIVE ME THAT FUCKIN' COCK!!"
"You're getting fucked by MR. J-LO!!"
He reminded her of the fact she told him he would have to earn the right to be called that. Tony felt he was proving his point with how hard he was fucking her pussy. Beyonce closed her eyes, moaning louder.
"YEAHHHHHH!! FUCK THE SHIT OUTTA ME!!"
Her fingers slid off her clit, unable to rub anymore. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth again. Tony knew she was close. She had to be with all the grunts and growls she made from his thrusts. Jennifer was still sitting on her table, watching. He turned to look in her direction to see the grin on her face. Beyonce unwrapped her legs from around him as her eyes grew wide.
"OHHHH SHIT!! SHIT!! SHITTTTT!! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' CUM!!"
His cock was still pumping inside her with each word Beyonce yelled. Tony waited until he felt her orgasm initiating. He let go of her hair and stepped back to quickly snatch his cock free from her cunt, eager to get another splash of juices on his chest. Beyonce squealed as her love nectar flowed like a water fountain. The pressure resulted in her juices splattering all over his chest, mixing with Jennifer's cum. Beyonce was out of breath, trying to regain herself after the powerful rush of her climax.
"You liked getting fucked by Mr. J-Lo, eh?"
He teased with a smile. Tony tried to keep his composure and not slip up to reveal just how hard it was to hold himself back from his own orgasm. Had she been on top riding him, Tony would've certainly blown his load inside her. He took advantage of the positions to make sure he didn't cum too soon.
"Oh, yeah..."
After a sigh, Beyonce began to speak.
"You've definitely earned the right to be called that. But we ain't finished, not yet."
Swallowing her breath, she looked him in the eye and raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't blow your load yet. That tells me you're thinking about my ass. I bet your balls are feeling a bit heavy with all that cum in them. It's got to be a lot."
Tony chuckled.
"Oh, yeah. I've always wanted to pound your ass, I can tell you that."
Jennifer laughed at Tony's statement. She stood up from the table and moved toward him.
"I'm gonna enjoy watching this."
She kissed his lips, then lowered her head to lick the cum from his chest. Tony watched Beyonce move into the same position Jennifer was previously in. All fours, hands gripping the edge of the table as her knees pressed into the solid surface. She rolled her hips, making her massive black ass twerk for him. Clap. Clap. Clap. The sound of those cheeks smacking together excited Tony.
"It's going to be an honor to fuck this ass."
Jennifer reached for his cock and gave it a subtle squeeze. She licked his chest clean, filling her mouth with the mix of their warm cum. Tony cupped her face with his hands, bringing her lips to his for a passionate kiss. He moaned into Jennifer's mouth as he tasted the cum, swallowing it. Her hand stroked his cock slowly, jerking it back and forth. After the kiss broke, Jennifer whispered.
"Don't cum in her ass. I want to lick your cum off her."
Tony kissed her again before she pulled away. Beyonce was still twerking her thick cheeks as he stepped directly behind her.
"This is one of the biggest asses I've ever seen."
"You'll be saying it's one of the best you've ever been in."
She quit rolling her hips. Tony spanked the left cheek to watch it jiggle.
"Gran culo todo para mi."
Beyonce responded to his Spanish words with a giggle. She pushed her ass back, slightly spreading the cheeks. Tony used his left hand to pull them apart and his right to shove his dick into the crack. Beyonce took a deep breath as she felt his hands pull apart the cheeks. Jennifer aided him by grabbing his dick at the base and guiding it to Beyonce's ass hole. Tony grunted as he pushed in. As he thrust, Jennifer spanked the right cheek of that massive black booty.
"Ohhhhhhhh, yeah. Push it all the way in. Go deep."
Tony moaned as he slid every inch of his cock into her ass. The first thrust was slow, taking in the feeling of being inside her ass. His hands gripped her hips, and then he made the first hard thrust. Beyonce moaned as she raised her head.
"I want you to ram me in the ass. Pound that fuckin' thing until you're ready to drop a load."
"Don't worry, I'm gonna drop a big load for you! Only after I fuck this ass!"
"I'm gonna make you drain your fuckin' balls with my ass! I got DAT ASS, and you're gonna see!"
As he thrust forward, Beyonce pushed back. She met his thrusts, slamming her powerful booty cheeks into him. The sound of their bodies hitting together was a much louder smack than any previous ones. Ripples coursed through her firm ass cheeks as they wobbled against him.
"Oh, fuck!"
She surprised him with this move. Tony thought himself to be in complete control, but Beyonce proved otherwise despite the position. She used her ass like an instrument of pleasure, throwing it back. Jennifer stood by, watching every passing second. She expected Beyonce to play hard ball with him, but this move was completely unexpected.
"FUCK DAT ASS!! YEAH, YEAHHHHH!!"
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Every inch of his cock pushed into her ass. When Tony thrust forward, Beyonce pushed back. He raised his right hand and brought it down, smacking one of her cheeks. She laughed, so he smacked again, this time hard enough to leave his palm stinging.
"DAT ASS!! DAT ASS!! OHHHHH YEAH, I GOT DAT ASS!!"
He rammed his cock into her one last time. Tony groaned, knowing that his time to enjoy being inside this rump was coming to an end. Beyonce continued to push back, slamming her ass into him.
"I want that load! Every last drop of your fuckin' cum! I want it!"
"And you're gonna fucking get it!"
When she pushed up, Tony took the chance to quickly pull his cock out of her ass.
"Guess you're not gonna fill my booty with any cum."
"Nope! I want to make a mess of you!"
Beyonce giggled as she moved off the table. She turned around and fell to her knees, reaching out and snatching his cock from him. With her free hand, she motioned at Jennifer.
"Get down here with me, Jenny. I want you to see how much cum I can get out of his fuckin' dick!"
Tony didn't fight her for control of his cock. It became clear to him within seconds where Beyonce wanted his cum. She closed her eyes and aimed his cock directly at her face. Jennifer hurried to the floor, resting on her knees as she rubbed against Beyonce's left shoulder. At least one set of eyes was gazing up at Tony.
"You get to cum all over her face, Papi."
Jennifer laughed, continuing on.
"Don't hold back. Give her every last drop!"
Beyonce wanked him so fast her hand moved in a blur. She stuck her tongue all the way out, wiggling the tip. Tony's face scrunched up as he moaned.
"Ohhhhhh! Here it comes! FUCKKKKKK!!"
His voice went from low grunts to a full scream as the first wad of cum shot out of his dick. It splattered on Beyonce's forehead, followed by a string that went into her hair.
"DRAIN MY FUCKING BALLS, BEYONCE!! OHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"
Another wad slathered across her left cheek. Jennifer licked her lips, anticipating the taste of his seed. Two more strings of cum splattered across her nose and right cheek. The final drops of his cum fell to her tits below. Beyonce opened her eyes and licked the head of his cock. Tony was out of breath, nearing the point of exhaustion, when she squeezed her lips around the head. He groaned as she milked the final drops of his cum into her mouth. When she was done, she pulled it out of her mouth. Jennifer leaned over and placed her hands on Beyonce's shoulders.
"Hold still, Bey. I'm gonna clean your face."
"Take your time, Jenny. I could never forget how much you love the taste of cum."
Beyonce chuckled, trying not to blush, as she closed her eyes again. Jennifer started at her forehead, licking all the cum up. Tony stood there with a hand on a hip, watching his future queen finish the session. Jennifer collected all of his semen with her tongue, and then she opened her mouth to show Beyonce the gooey substance in her mouth. Jennifer gargled it, making bubbles form over her tongue. Beyonce pushed her lips against the other woman and darted her tongue into her mouth. Tony stood there, watching them share a tender kiss. When their lips pulled apart, a long rope of cum dangled from their mouths. Jennifer pulled back far enough to make it break. Beyonce swallowed what was in her mouth while Jennifer slurped her string, taking her time to relish the taste before finally swallowing. The smile on Tony's face spoke volumes about how he felt about this night. This was the beginning of a new, beautiful friendship with a powerful woman.
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1 DAY LATER
Los Angeles, CaliforniaPitch black was the only thing visible when the lights shut off in the dungeon. Steven awoke to the sound of his own breathing in solitude. His buttocks were sore from the brutal spanking delivered by Kim. It was the first thing he thought about, since Kim started the day with discipline. In the bed, his hands were cuffed behind him, making comfort something of a luxury when sleeping. Pain was felt in his shoulders and arms. Steven was sure that the handcuffed position was to prevent masturbation since Kim trusted him enough to let him use his hands to eat. After the session yesterday, they returned later in the evening to feed him. Steven was unsure how much more he could handle this new lifestyle before breaking emotionally. His mental strength was beginning to weaken in the passing days.
Alone in the dark, he thought about the mistakes he made in life. Everything was his fault. He knew he shouldn't have taken the offer to leave home and join Kim's organization. Then again, the past year had been wrought by his bad decisions. If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, how could he go back? Through it all, the absence of his family was killing him. The guilt was something Steven could not get over. So much time had passed since he last saw Tony. It was his duty to protect his brother, and yet he ran away. He wondered about his own son Jacob. They didn't have much of a relationship, but Steven had to question how he would view him as a father after all this. Then there was his nephew Antonio whom he viewed as a son too.
All of them would be ashamed if they seen what had become of him. The choices he made that led to this point made Steven believe he deserved this punishment. He didn't believe in a form of afterlife, but if hell was real, this was it. Locked in a cell with a collar and chain. And yet, he enjoyed some of the torture inflicted on him by Kim and Khloe. Without the thoughts of his family, it would've been so easy to let go. Blind hope was beginning to slip from his mind. Steven had doubts he could get out of this place. Early on, he thought that he could work his way through the training and win Kim over with charm and obedience. The isolation for most of the day left him with nothing to do but think about life and his own failures. When he was with Kim and Khloe, Steven occupied his mind with pleasuring them. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he got turned on by their control over him. It was better than dwelling on his lost life.
A door opened outside the cell. Steven sighed at the sound. He had no sense of time anymore without access to a clock or sunlight. It seemed Kim got him up at the same time every day, but he was unsure just when. He could only guess what time it was and the countless hours passing. Loud stomps alerted him that she was walking the halls. If it wasn't Kim, it would be Khloe instead. He closed his eyes, forgetting the thoughts of life as he tried to mentally prepare himself for another day of hard training. The movement outside his cell stopped, then started again. Two steps, then a halt. It happened again, then a third time. She was standing directly outside his cell. He opened his eyes as he heard the key slide into the lock. The door opened, and then the light switch was turned on, activating the fluorescent tube on the ceiling. She entered the room with two loud stomps and then gasped.
"Oh my god..."
Spoken in a low voice, Steven knew that wasn't Kim or Khloe. He gazed forward to see Kourtney standing in her own mistress uniform. All black, knee high boots went with a leather dress complete with sleeves and a zipper in the middle. Her hair was fixed in a ponytail, similar to how Kim did hers. Steven sighed, shaking his head at her.
"Oh god, not you. Don't tell me you're here to get some too."
He couldn't see her left hand holding a black duffel bag. Kourtney sat it down and then moved over to the bed with the key in her hand.
"No, I'm not here to hurt you. I'm getting you out of here."
She grabbed his collar from the chainless ring in the middle. Kourtney turned it to the side to find the key hole. Steven sighed in relief as he raised his head. He wanted to break down in tears over this act of kindness. Kourtney pushed the key in and turned it twice, unlocking the metal restraint from his neck. She took it off and tossed it on the bed. The skin on his neck was a pale shade.
"Roll over, I'll get the handcuffs off."
Steven groaned, turning on his stomach. Kourtney grabbed his left hand and jammed a different key into the cuff, undoing it.
"Oh my god, they've been going to town on your ass."
"Why are you doing this? I never thought I'd see your face again."
"I've been looking all over the place for you for over a week."
Kourtney replied as she undid the other cuff. Steven raised his arms, trying to stretch them out when he felt something pop in his right shoulder.
"Fuck!"
He groaned in agony. Kourtney got off the bed, shoving the bag at him.
"I brought you some clothes. Look, we don't have much time. Get dressed and let's get outta here before Kim finds us."
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6 HOURS LATER
A typical blue sky with a few clouds was visible from the hotel window. Steven never thought how much he missed the sky until it was taken from him. He stood in front of a mirror in the bathroom, looking into his own dark eyes. It was the first time he had access to a mirror and was able to see his own reflection. The tiny hairs on his head were disturbing to look at. He remembered when his head was shaved in the dungeon. Never in his life had Steven been without a head of hair. He wanted to smash the mirror the longer he stared at himself. His back and buttocks were covered in bruises and red marks. Kourtney brought him a pair of pants, belt, white T-shirt and black flip-flops. After he got dressed, she walked him down the hall and they left the dungeon from a staircase leading from a basement. None of the security guards at the mansion stopped him from leaving with her.
Sitting in the car was painful with all the marks on his ass. Kourtney told Steven they were going for a long ride out of town. 7:09 was the time when they left. Throughout the car ride, Kourtney talked to him. She reminded Steven of the day they met.
'I told you I could get you away from Kim. I guess she locked you up after we talked. At first, I thought you were dead', her words shook him to his core. Steven didn't believe in divine power, but if angels were real, Kourtney was one. He forgot all about their conversation and the wild day they spent in another car. She wasn't corrupted by power like her sisters. After what she did for him, he could never look at Kourtney as anything more than an angel. His life was almost over in that cell. Without her, he would've reached the end. It was the only thing he could think about while the hot water trickled down his naked body in the shower.
Kourtney was giving him a second chance in life. Steven told her that he wanted to go back home and see his family again. If Tony could forgive him for all of this, life could go back to normal. He spent many nights guessing what was happening in Miami with the club and Antonio. During the drive, Kourtney told Steven that he should never come back to L.A. There would be serious repercussions for this act. Kourtney didn't care how much it enraged Kim, but she couldn't promise to protect him after this day. The plan was to put him on the private plane of a friend and fly back to Florida. Kim could deploy her own men to the Miami airport and look for Steven, so Kourtney decided to check in at Fort Lauderdale. She had to call her friend Phil in San Diego to arrange the trip with his private jet. Had she used one of the many jets owned by her family, it would run the risk of Kim catching them.
At the hotel, Steven spent much time in the bathroom while Kourtney made phone calls from the other room. He listened to her through the door talking on the phone with her friend. Eventually Kim would discover his escape as the day progressed. Steven wondered if she would suspect Kourtney and if she would call her during the day. Before getting dressed, he shaved his face to freshen up. A few tiny cuts left blood dots under his chin. After he was done, he slipped on his pants and stepped out. Kourtney was in the small bedroom, sitting on the bed. She had taken off her boots while he was away. The zipper to her leather dress was pushed down to the point where her breasts nearly spilled out. She glanced in his direction while holding the phone to her ear with her right hand. Steven smiled as she raised her left hand index finger at him, as if to tell him not to interrupt the call.
"Okay, that sounds good. When you're ready, call me back. I'll drive him over for the flight."
She moved the phone from her face and tapped the screen to hang up.
"That was my friend I told you about in the car."
"Phil?"
"Yes. He owes me a few favors from the past year, so he's going to use his private jet to fly you to Fort Lauderdale. It's about a six hour flight."
Steven sighed in relief as Kourtney carried on speaking.
"I'm sure Kim has already found out about the great escape by now. It's important to get you out of the state before she can start figuring things out."
"Are you worried about her finding out it was you?"
Kourtney shook her head at him.
"No, I'm not worried at all. I ain't scared of her. Khloe might be, but I'm not. She probably already knows it was me by now. I haven't gotten any texts or phone calls, but I know she will be pissed later today."
In different circumstances, Steven would've laughed. He sat on the bed, still shirtless with his back turned to her. Kourtney could see the many red marks, bruises and welps on his skin from the beatings he took. She crawled over the bed, joining him at his left side. She wrapped her right arm around him.
"Kim has a mansion in Miami we use for a reality show. She has a lot of contacts in that town. I won't be able to protect you when you go back."
"Don't worry, I can look after myself. Is Kim going to send guys after me to drag me back to hell?"
"She might. I don't know. She's going to call you a runaway slave, I can tell you that."
Steven sighed, shaking his head.
"Is there any significance to being called that?"
"Like, yeah! A runaway slave is her term, not mine. Kim is going to be really fucking mad, let's just put it that way."
"Does she know about the day me and you fucked in the car?"
Kourtney shook her head.
"No. She would've rubbed it in my face if she knew about that. All I know is that Khloe and Kim were fighting over you, and I guess the compromise was to make you a slave they could share."
Her words made him chuckle. Kourtney didn't know about the incident with Kylie that was the true reason he ended up in the dungeon.
"You told me earlier that your brother was friends with Kim."
"Yeah, that's Tony. He's good friends with her."
"I don't think you want to tell him what she did to you. I can tell that you're a man with a lot of pride. I saw it when I first met you."
He got up from the bed after her words. Steven sighed again and turned around to look into her eyes.
"It's not the pride that hurts. Tony depended on me. His son, I mean, my nephew Antonio... He looked up to me... and I let him down. I let them both down."
Exhaling a deep breath, he looked away from her and swallowed his breath. Steven held back the tears of regret.
"I don't know if they'll ever forgive me for this. So your sisters made me their sex slave for a while, so what? I can live with those scars. I was starting to think maybe I deserved it for how I ran away from my family."
Another sigh and he shook his head.
"Antonio is like a son to me. I loved him more than my own son. I'd go as far as to say I loved him more than Tony ever did. He was hardly ever there with him at the clubs. I showed him how to be a manager. He wore the same suits I liked. That's what I was proud of, not this. I let him down. He probably hates my guts now."
Kourtney stood up, moving toward him.
"No! No!! He's your own flesh and blood, he isn't going to hate you!"
She threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Her hands cupped his face and she pressed her lips to his. Steven closed his eyes and kissed her passionately. Kourtney moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. She pulled away and grabbed the zipper to her dress. Steven watched as she slid it down to her belly button. Raising both hands, she pulled it from her shoulders and dropped it to stand naked before him.
"Before you go, let's do this one last time. I won't be seeing you again, so let's make this something we'll never forget."
Steven looked at her naked body, admiring the view of her tits and pussy. Kourtney presented herself to him with a smile. Her vulva lips were already soaking wet, ready for him. He reached for the back of her head, cupping it to pull her in for another kiss. She moaned into his mouth as her nipples poked into his hairy chest. His hands roamed across her body, finding her juicy ass from behind and squeezing both cheeks. Kourtney broke the kiss and fell to her knees, grabbing the front of his pants and pulling the button undone. No underwear hid his cock since she forgot to bring a pair for him earlier in the day. Steven shook his feet to get the pants out from his ankles as Kourtney wrapped her right hand fingers around his dick. She began stroking it while looking into his eyes.
"I think we have time. Phil has to call me back. We can have some fun while we wait."
She opened her mouth and licked his shaft before he had a chance to speak. Steven was just happy to feel a woman's hands around his cock after all those tireless days in the dungeon. Kourtney sucked the head, pushing it down her throat while using her hand in sync to suck and stroke him at the same time.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah... Suck it, Kourtney."
His voice was weak, but not his spirit. Steven felt he had enough strength in him to give her an everlasting memory. It could've simply been a rush of motivation and desire. Either way, the excitement was overwhelming him as she sucked his cock. Kourtney bobbed her lips up and down, sliding her hand to the base. She pulled her lips back from the head making a pop to allow herself to spit on it. Her eyes closed as she put it back in her mouth. Steven considered taking control and fucking her mouth, but chose not to. Kourtney unwrapped her fingers from the base and pushed his dick all the way down her throat. She gagged as her lips brushed against his pubic hairs.
"Don't choke yourself."
Kourtney opened her eyes, trying to look up at him. She pressed her hands against his legs, sucking his length for a few more seconds before pulling back. When she released it from her mouth, Steven's cock was shiny in drool.
"We don't have a lot of time to do stuff. I want you to fuck me."
Rising up from the floor, she turned around to show her ass. He quickly realized that she was the last Kardashian he had yet to fuck in the ass. Kourtney moved to the bed, leaning over and glancing beyond her right shoulder. She saw his eyes fixated on her booty and shook it.
"Fuck me, Steven. Look, if you can make me cum fast, I'll let you have my ass."
If that was her way of enticing him, Kourtney's wish was granted. She closed her eyes upon feeling his cock rub against her vulva lips. If not for the time, he would've teased her more. Steven moaned as he felt his shaft sliding into her pussy for the first time in what felt like forever. He pressed his palms against her plump ass cheeks and dug his fingertips into her firm skin.
"Come on, fuck me! Don't wait around!"
The urgency was heard in the tone of her voice. Steven thrust his cock into her, listening to Kourtney moan. His body was so sore, yet he still felt he could deliver a hard fuck just for the sake of taking her ass soon. The phone was on the bed in reaching distance to Kourtney. She grabbed the sheets, pulling them in knots, as she felt his cock throbbing inside her. Steven slid his hands to her hips, holding her in place as he drove inch after inch of his dick into her pussy.
"Ohhhh, fuck!"
She moaned as he pushed deeper. In no time, Steven found a pace pumping into her tight pussy. He gripped her left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Kourtney closed her eyes, shouting at him.
"Ohhhhh, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!!"
Biting her lower lip, she whimpered. His balls smacked against the undersides of her thick ass. Steven pulled his right hand back and smacked her booty hard. She squealed from his spanking.
"Do that again! Spank my ass!"
Again and again, he slapped her right ass cheek. It wobbled and shook at the touch of his palm. Kourtney pulled at the bedsheets as her toes curled up.
"Come on! Fuck me faster, Steven!!"
His hands clamped down on her hips as he continued to thrust into her pussy. Kourtney was in a hurry to reach her climax. She slid her right hand down and found her clit. Steven thrust harder, finally finding the speed she wanted.
"Oh my god! Yes, yes, YES!! YESSSSSS!! LIKE THAT, LIKE THAT!! OHHHHHHH, FUCK!!"
The bed squeaked, the mattress moving in one direction from the impact of Steven's thrusts. Kourtney stopped rubbing her clit and withdrew her hand. She spread her fingers out, patting her palms down into the sheets as she neared her orgasm. Steven continued to thrust into her as he kept his hands on her hips.
"FUCK MEEEEE!! OHHHH, OHHHHHHHH GOD!! I'M GONNA FUCKING CUM!!"
With one more thrust, Steven pulled out as he felt the gush of her warm juices spilling inside. Kourtney's left leg shook as she curled her toes and clenched her hands into fists. She pounded her hands into the bed as the pleasure coursed through her body.
"Oh my god! That was intense!"
Spank! His right hand slapped her ass.
"Oh, you want to fuck my ass next?"
"Yeah! Why do you think I held myself back from cumming inside you?"
Kourtney giggled, still leaning over the bed to present her booty to him.
"You can fuck my ass, but don't cum in it. When you're ready, let me know. I'll swallow your load. That way we aren't like, cleaning up a mess before we go."
Steven bit his lower lip as he studied the texture of her skin. He stuffed his dick into the crack of her phat booty. He rubbed it up and down for a moment before filling the hole with his rod. Kourtney moaned as she felt the head of his cock push in. She reached for the phone and held it with both hands. As he began to slowly thrust into her ass, Kourtney looked at the white screen and checked her text messages. There was nothing from Kim or anyone in the family. Phil would be calling at any moment now, even with a cock shoved up her ass.
"Are you going to do FaceTime with him?"
"Hell no! I'm not into sex tapes like Kim!"
He chuckled while ramming his cock into her ass. It was the first time he laughed in a long while. Steven glanced down to watch his cock disappear as he pumped in. Kourtney cried softly, biting her lower lip to pur. It was up to him to have all the fun he wanted with her booty while she played with her phone. His thrusts were hard and slow, rocking her body to make her tits jiggle underneath her arms.
"Mmmmmmmm, I can tell you're used to pounding girls in the ass. No wonder my sisters were fighting over you."
Thrust after thrust, he pushed his cock all the way into her booty. Steven wanted to cum soon, despite the short time he spent inside of Kourtney's ass. He had been deprived of that wonderful feeling of release. Kourtney played with her phone, pressing her thumbs against the screen as he continued to pound into her ass. He counted his thrusts, going up to seven before he finally pulled out of her ass.
"Kourt, I want to cum if you don't mind."
She moved the phone into her right hand and turned around to fall to her knees. Kourtney looked up at him with her dark eyes as she grabbed his cock with her other hand. The phone fell from her right hand, hitting the floor with a thump as she parted her lips. Steven moaned as she went from ass to mouth. 'Mmmmmm', Kourtney moaned with her tongue pressed against his shaft. She sucked the head, pushing it further into her mouth. She squeezed her fingers around his shaft and pushed them up, meeting the movement of her lips. Steven took a deep breath as she began to move her lips up and down. The phone screen lit up and started ringing. Kourtney immediately began sucking harder. She reacted to the sound by pulling her lips back to the head, sucking it while her hand pumped back and forth.
"I'm gonna cum soon!!"
Kourtney was in a hurry to force him into an orgasm before the phone stopped ringing. When Steven cried his words, she jerked her hand faster. He clenched his teeth, grunting as he felt his cock erupting. His hot cum gushed into her mouth as he cried out. Kourtney squeezed it in a vain attempt to drain him. She pulled it out of her lips and grabbed the phone, quickly answering it with his hot load swirling in her mouth.
"Hey Phil."
Her lips smacked together loudly with strings from the cum. Kourtney closed her mouth and began moving his seed around her tongue. Steven put his hand over his mouth so the man wouldn't hear his moans in the background.
"We're just finishing up a snack. We'll be on the road in five minutes."
With every word, she smacked her lips together with his semen, as if they truly were in some diner enjoying a meal. Kourtney hung up the phone and swallowed his load.
"Let's get dressed. He's waiting for us at the airport."
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Miami, FloridaIce cubes rattled in a metal cup as Antonio pushed the edge to his lips. He sipped the soda from a half-empty can sitting on his desk. The door to his office was locked to give himself privacy so he could finally snap pictures with his phone. He should've done this yesterday, but it proved difficult with Vida in his apartment. She left today to venture back to her own place, suggesting that she needed to go to the salon and get her hair done. It was a relief for Antonio, since he no longer had to hide the magazine from her with the photos. Had she left yesterday, he could've already done this and sent the photos to his dad. Since she refused to leave, he didn't take the chance of pulling his jacket out of the closet. Vida couldn't keep her hands off him when she wanted sex. Second thoughts told him the magazine would've easily fallen out if she took his jacket off.
The jacket sat over the chair behind his desk. A yellow shirt covered his chest, tucked into the pair of white pants he chose. On the front of his desk sat the magazine opened up to the pages of photos of Kim Kardashian and her mystery date. The light from the ceiling cast a white spot across the black pages, making Antonio's job slightly difficult with getting the right angle with his phone. After another sip of his drink, he set it down and grabbed his phone. The camera was already set on the screen. Antonio held it over the pages and zoomed in slightly to get a better view of the man's face. He snapped two photos, then a third. The quality was good enough to upload the file into text messages. He scrolled through his contacts and found his father's name. Just before he pressed send, knocking on the door alerted him.
"Oh, for fuck sake."
With a sigh, he rolled his eyes. Antonio's first thought was that it had to be Vida behind the door. He grabbed the magazine and tossed it under his desk to hide it out of view. The knocks became more frantic, hitting the door faster.
"I'm coming!"
He unlocked the door and opened it to see Demi Rose Mawby standing before him with a smile on her face. Her curly black hair flowed behind her shoulders.
"Hey Antonio, did you miss me?"
With another sigh, he smiled wide. Demi wore a white top that elevated her massive cleavage. Her finely toned stomach and belly button were on display. Below were a matching white skirt and a pair of sandals that showed her toes. She pressed herself against Antonio to lean in and kiss his cheek.
"Of course I missed you. Why didn't you call? I would've arranged something special for us."
"That would've ruined a surprise."
The sound of her English accent was so soothing. Antonio missed Demi. After the time he spent with Abigail Ratchford and Vida Guerra, he had not forgotten her. Her visit tonight, out of the blue, made his mood better. He welcomed her into the office, closing the door and glancing down at her giant booty. Demi stepped across the room, listening to the thumping bass sound from outside.
"Is your DJ waiting until midnight to put on the better songs?"
"What do you mean?"
She turned to face him, smirking.
"He's playing old, crusty songs from back in the day. I've seen better DJs at home in Ibiza. They can really get the building shaking with trap and house."
Antonio laughed.
"Maybe you should be the DJ then."
Demi noticed his eyes glancing down at her cleavage. She smiled innocently before replying.
"I've done DJ gigs back home. I would love to step in and work the turntables. But only under one condition."
Stepping closer to him, she rubbed her busty chest against his shirt. His eyes moved to her face as he wrapped his right arm behind her back.
"And that is?"
"I want you or someone else to take pictures to go up on social media. I'll advertise your club. let the world know where I've been in Miami."
She sealed her speech with a kiss. Antonio returned the kiss, tasting her tongue in his mouth.
"Anything you want, babe. I think you knew I wasn't going to say no."
With that same innocent smile, Demi blinked her eyes to tease him.
"I just wanted to make sure."
"Can I get you a drink or anything?"
Shaking her head, Demi stepped around his desk.
"No, I'm not thirsty. It was a long flight back here. I'm hoping to stay awhile with you to make up for lost time. So Abigail left town?"
"Yeah, she left without telling me. I woke up and she was gone."
Demi giggled.
"That's her style. Once she's out the door, she doesn't come back."
Antonio sighed. He didn't want to confess his feelings to her, knowing he was falling in love with Abigail during the time they spent together. It deeply bothered him that she left without saying goodbye. He didn't want to think about Abigail, so Antonio mentioned another woman.
"Do you know who Vida Guerra is?"
Demi shook her head at him.
"No. Is she a model?"
"Well, yeah. She used to be one of the biggest models in the country. She's famous for her butt, so she kinda reminds me of you."
"I'm flattered."
"Vida used to date my uncle. I bumped into her recently. I think you would get along well with her. If you knew who she was and how famous she was in rap videos, I think she would make a great partner for you to model with."
"I've never heard of her, but if you say she was famous, that's nice. I've yet to do a photo shoot with anyone who was once a big name."
Pulling her purse off her shoulder, Demi placed it on his desk.
"Can I stay at your apartment while I'm in Miami?"
"Of course. How long are you thinking of staying?"
"At least a month. You and I need to make up for lost time, dear."
He took her hand, pulling her closer for another kiss. Demi raised her arms and cupped the back of his neck, kissing him tenderly. Her breasts pressed against his chest as Antonio slid his hands over her curves, feeling the fabric of her skirt. As they continued trading kisses, Demi slid her hand to the front of his pants and pressed her palm against his crotch. She felt his growing cock from within, prompting her to quit making out. As she pulled back, her eyes shifted down to see it poking up.
"I think something needs tending to."
Antonio blushed, trying to contain himself. Demi reached for his pants and pulled the button apart.
"Not even five minutes we meet again, and you already have me thinking about getting naked."
The same innocent smile she made earlier ran across her lips.
"I have that effect on guys. Besides, we haven't been together in a while. Wanna get started right here in your office?"
"Might as well. Start now, and we can go back to my apartment later."
"Ohhhh, Antonio. You're going to call off work to play with me? How sweet."
She dropped her skirt to reveal a black thong in a V shape that hugged her curvaceous hips. Antonio responded to her move by pushing his pants down and standing in his underwear after pulling his feet out. Demi teased him by pulling at her thong from her right hip and then dropping it as she turned to face the desk. Her epic booty was on full display, reminding him how much he missed it. Antonio reached with his hands, running his fingertips over her cheeks. Demi pushed back, rubbing it against his underwear. He pulled them down to get his cock out. She turned her head to the left side as he brushed his cock between her ass cheeks, teasing her.
"I missed this."
Demi spoke softly as she began to rub her massive ass against him. His cock slid up and down in the crack. Antonio moaned, thinking up a kinky idea to get started.
"Lean forward against the desk, baby."
He pressed his left hand against her back, guiding her. Demi bent over and spread her legs submissively.
"Do you want me to take my top off too?"
"Sure, why not? I might as well get naked for me."
She leaned up slightly from the desk, just to take off her top and drop it on the desk. No bra was underneath to hold her huge tits. They pressed against his desk as Antonio pushed her back against it. His cock was still pushed into the crack of her buttocks.
"I was thinking about this earlier."
"Thinking about what?"
"Getting fucked against your desk."
His right hand smacked her giant booty. It jiggled and shook. After the days spent being dominated by Vida, Antonio felt a need for control. Some of the feelings were the result of going so long without Demi's company. An idea came to him as he looked at her ass. He used his hands to squeeze the cheeks together around his dick. Slowly, he thrust his dick between the cheeks.
"Ohhhhhh, man. This feels so good."
Demi giggled at him. She felt his cock sliding up the crack of her ass, then back down.
"You made a hotdog with my buns?"
She knew what he was doing, and that made it even hotter to Antonio. He thrust again as he answered her words.
"Oh yes, I am. It's a shame you can't see it right now, cause it's pretty hot."
Demi's body was absolute perfection to Antonio. There was no other woman with a body like hers that made him think of kinky ideas. He moaned as he continued to drive his cock in the crack, watching the head poke up and then disappear. Demi moaned.
"Antonio, dear... I'm getting so wet for you right now. Are you going to fuck me against this desk?"
"If that's what you want, babe."
One more time, he pushed his cock in the crack of her ass, just to feel it for the final time. He let go of her plump cheeks to free his shaft. Demi closed her eyes when she felt the head brushing against her vulva lips. She purred as he slipped inside her wet delight.
"Ohhhhhh, yes. I missed feeling your cock inside me."
He exhaled a breath while taking her slow. Antonio's cock throbbed in her pussy. A song was playing downstairs in the club, making the walls shake with bass and drums. He wanted to match the pace of the rhythm. Antonio pumped harder and faster, making Demi moan as his cock pushed inside her.
"Moan for me, Demi. I want to hear your voice since I haven't heard you talk in so long."
"Ohhhhhh, yes."
His hand slapped the right side of her massive booty again. With another hard thrust, Demi still didn't utter any words, so Antonio spanked her once more.
"Do that again. I like it when my arse gets spanked."
Antonio used his left hand to slap the other cheek as he continued thrusting into her warm cunt. He extended his arms out and used them to clap both cheeks. Demi moaned at his palms, smacking her skin. He gave one final spank with his right hand and gripped the cheek, squeezing it hard as he pumped his cock harder and faster.
"Ohhhh, yeah. You love playing with my arse, don't you?"
Hearing her British voice and the way she called it her 'arse' made him grin.
"World class ass. The best ever, period. No debate."
"Mmmmmmm, I'm glad someone besides myself agrees with what I think of my arse. Go sit in your chair, I want to get on top and bounce on your balls."
He carefully pulled his cock to exit her pussy. Antonio did as she said, walking over to his chair and plopping down in the seat. Demi made her way to him. Her epic breasts bounced around with each step. She straddled him and snatched his cock in her right hand. Antonio sat there and watched her bend her knees to climb up in the chair and sit on his lap. His dick slid into her pussy. Antonio moaned, reaching for her breasts to fondle in his hands.
"Ohhhh, yeah. I love your ass, but your tits are also the best. Everything about you is literal perfection, baby."
Purring softly, Demi sank his cock inside her. She leaned forward, brushing her breasts against his face in a dire attempt to push him between them. Antonio squeezed them hard as she rocked them in the chair, bouncing herself on his cock to make it thrust inside her. Her mighty ass sat on his lap, right where he wanted it. When he pulled her tits apart, she successfully lodged his face between them. Antonio let go of her boobs and flubbed his lips, motorboating them. Demi's laugh became a moan as she made the chair squeak as she rocked herself up and down. She pressed her hands onto the armrest, gripping it to hold herself and continue moving on him.
"I missed you sooooo much. Doing dirty stuff like this... in a public place... behind closed doors where no one can find us."
Creaking sounds came from the chair as Demi rocked in a slow pace. Antronio moved his lips over her left nipple and sucked it. She cupped the back of his head with her right hand, pulling his lips up so she could see the expression of bliss on his face.
"You really missed me, didn't you?"
"You have no idea how much I did."
Her purs became moans as she rolled her hips. He grabbed her breasts again, smashing his face against them. Shaking his head, he looked up at her with his eyes. Demi felt his tongue lapping at her skin, finding her right nipple. Antonio pressed her tits together and sucked on her nipple for a few seconds, then raised his head to speak.
"Come on, baby. Let's cum together. Make me cum inside you."
Demi moved faster, making the chair squeal in a high pitch clamor. It squeaked with every movement she made. Antonio became impatient, wanting to reach a climax with her so soon. He began bucking his hips upward, pumping his cock into her pussy. Demi whimpered cries of pleasure. Her breasts jiggled in his hands.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, yeah!!"
She grabbed his shoulders, clamping her hands onto his shirt. Antonio moved his hands underneath to cradle her heart shaped, titanic built booty in his palms. His thrusts became faster, more urgent in a desperate attempt to reach the pinnacle of their pleasure.
"Cum for me, Demi! Cum for me!"
Closing her eyes, she cried out, her lovely accent coming to life. The sound of her voice made this moment even more spectacular. Antonio believed she had to be close to her orgasm from the expression she gave him. He pumped his dick into her some more, then Demi gasped.
"Cum for me! Cum, Demi!"
Her teeth clenched together, nails digging into the fiber of his shirt. The climatic rush hit her as she gasped.
"OHHHH, GOD!! GOD, YES!! YESSSSSSS!!"
Antonio watched her eyes open wide. It was the last thing he saw as his cock exploded inside her at the same time as her orgasm. Together, they shared this moment as one with their cum mixing. Nothing could replace a moment of passion like this. He sat back in the chair, relaxing with her still on top. Demi leaned in and kissed his lips. When his eyes opened, she was smiling at him.
"I believe this was a fantastic welcome back to Miami."
"We're just getting started, babe. Come on, get off me and pick up your clothes. I'll call off the night and take you back to my place where we can have some real fun."
TO BE CONTINUED
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