Big Booty Bitches Ch. 38

Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.

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Miami, Florida

The lights flickered on the dance floor, fading slowly into different colors. From one light, green turned yellow, and blue turned purple across from it. It was just another Tuesday night at Disco Fever. The evening hours had been slow, as they usually were during the weekdays. Tomorrow would likely have the fewest people during the week. Antonio had learned that Tuesday and Wednesday nights were always slow. By the time the midnight hours began, the club was often clearing out, if not for the regular customers at the bar. The regulars would stay until the wee hours of the morning, only leaving once the club finally closed within an hour from sunrise. Antonio was still running the club alongside his father, managing things from upstairs and through the V.I.P. halls. His father was gone for the night, leaving him to manage the club for the night alone. Someone else had joined Antonio earlier tonight.

Demi Rose Mawby had entered the club early after texting Antonio. She was there to turn his work night into something of a date. The buxom British model had been playing with his heartstrings for the past few months. Ever since she returned to Miami, Antonio could not go on a date without seeing her. He relished the day she and Abigail Ratchford had planned a threesome for all of them to enjoy. Demi had told Antonio that she rarely stayed in one place for an extended period of time. She explained to him what it was like to be a social influencer online. Some of her trips involved payment for staying at hotels for promotions. Her main home was in Ibiza, Spain, and Antonio could only wish to visit there. He had never stepped foot outside of Miami, let alone explored another country. He was beginning to dream about having that opportunity alongside her.

Despite the lustful experiences Antonio had enjoyed with famous women, similar to his father and uncle's own flings, it was different with Demi. He could not deny the passionate feelings he had for her. His first crush was Britney Spears, and he was able to share an experience with her on his birthday. Britney may have been his first crush, but Demi seemed to be his first true love. From the minute he awakened, she was the first person he thought about until he fell asleep. The hours seemed to fly by quickly when she was at his side in the club. Antonio knew Demi would be leaving soon, but she did not mention when. She spent the night taking selfie photos and modeling in an outfit she fixed up over the weekend. All of the photos and a short video would appear on her social media accounts later in the week. This was not the first time she used a private V.I.P. room to change outfits.

Her legs were covered in a pair of black latex pants that barely contained her giant booty. Demi had seen a magazine cover recently with Kim Kardashian wearing a pair of red latex pants. She was inspired by Kim, citing her as a major influence in her discussions with Antonio. The pants barely fit, with her thick ass looking as if it were going to explode from the tightness. Walking was made a bit more difficult, but Demi had made it down the stairs and stood in front of the bar. To complement the latex pants, Demi found a black denim jacket that was also too small for her body. Unable to button it up, she walked around the club with the jacket undone, revealing a white blouse with heavy cleavage. This shirt was ideal for snapping selfie photos of her face and breasts. Her boobs were encased in a silky black bra, only to avoid her nipples poking into the shirt.

It was worth it for her to see the shocked expression on Antonio's face when he saw her outfit. Since he had shaved his mustache, Antonio could no longer hide when he was blushing. Demi knew how to make an innocent smile to compliment a seductive outfit. Right now, she was teasing someone else. She last saw Antonio in the V.I.P. rooms. Demi stood in front of the bar, gazing at the dance floor, which was nearly empty. She counted three people on the floor: two girls and a guy who were barely making any effort to dance. The DJ was playing old hits from the 80s, mixed together in a medley. She could not recognize the song that was currently played with a slow tempo of synths and bass. Sitting behind her was a group of three men who had spent the night drinking at the bar. All of them were turned around, staring at Demi's huge ass, which became the subject of a drunken conversation.

"But can she twerk though?" 

The man in the middle post began to laugh, as did his friend on the right.

"I think she's got ass implants. Either that or some injections."

Laughter broke out among all three men before the conversation continued.

"That ass is fine, but does it move?"

The man on the left side spoke. Another one laughed.

"I don't know. It looks like jelly to me. Whatchu think? Is her ass fake or is it real? I don't know!"

A sigh was heard as the man sitting in the middle shrugged.

"Can she twerk?"

Another man threw his hands up.

"Does it move?"

Their banter was interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. All three men turned to see Antonio standing near the bar, arms crossed, as he appeared to be unamused by their conversation. He wore a white blazer that matched his pants and a pink shirt underneath.

"As a matter of fact, it does move. I would know."

"What!?"

One man blurted out before another yelled.

"What are you then? Her pimp?" 

Antonio moved his arms so he had room to snap his finger, alerting two bouncers behind him. The muscular men were bald, dressed in black suits. They moved to the bar as Antonio spoke again.

"Throw their sorry asses out. They've had enough to drink tonight."

Demi suddenly turned around, grinning widely as she watched the bouncers remove the trio of men. 

"Wait, wait, WAIT!" 

"Get your hands off me!" 

The man in the middle chair stumbled to the floor as he was dragged to his feet. One man cowardly ran to the front door, leaving his friends behind to be dragged out of the club, kicking and screaming. Demi was impressed, keeping her lips curved in a grin. Antonio stepped towards her and offered his hand. 

"Take me upstairs, love."

Her British accent was so elegant to hear. Antonio returned the smile as he held her hand and slowly walked Demi up to the stairs leading to the higher balcony in the club. Their next stop was that familiar white door with a gold knob. Demi squeezed his hand, walking side by side at a slow pace due to the uncomfortable feeling the latex pants gave her. It was moments like this that impressed her. Antonio revealed a softer side towards her, but she was turned on by him acting as a boss in the background with his watchful eye. He must have been watching the men drink from upstairs in his office. Demi had caught him many times gazing out the window from behind the shades. She had learned the layout of the club and knew just where to go when she wanted some privacy. As they walked through the white halls, her eyes wandered in his direction.

"I knew you would eventually show up to my rescue and throw those fools out."

Antonio blushed. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, anyone could look at him and see how smitten he was with Demi.

"Next time, you could whistle for me."

"I'm not sure you would hear that from upstairs."

He assumed she was aware he had been sitting in his office and watching from the window just moments before. Demi let go of his hand as she stepped ahead, struggling in the tight pants while stomping her heels loudly.

"Come on, Antonio. We're not going back to your office. I wanna have some fun in my own private room."

The grin on her face was enough to tell him she was certainly in a playful mood. Demi had her own reserved V.I.P. room, complete with a 'do not disturb' sign hanging from the door knob. She turned the knob, inviting Antonio in. What would be ideal for a private party room for had been enjoyed by Demi alone. A bottle of wine, an empty glass, and a magazine sat on the glass coffee table facing a white leather couch. Two other lounge chairs were off to the right side of the room, with folded outfits and a backpack that contained many of her photography tools. Demi cast a glance across her right shoulder as Antonio closed the door behind him.

"Take your jacket off and make yourself comfortable, love."

Pausing for a moment, she let out a sigh. Antonio could hear the front button of her pants come undone with a loud thump sound. 

"I'm about to do the same."

From where he stood, he got to witness her pushing those black latex pants down to reveal her giant booty. Antonio took a moment to gaze at her lovely rump before he began taking his own jacket off. He slung it on the couch before sitting down. Demi took her heels off so she could slide the pants off her ankles. She left them there on the floor as she walked a few steps forward and began to take her jacket off. Antonio's eyes wandered to the table. He reached for the wine bottle, feeling the emptiness with lack of weight. If there was any left, it was not enough for a glass. The light above shined down across the glossy cover of the magazine. Antonio grabbed it, seeing that it was a tabloid-based gossip magazine. On the front cover was Kim Kardashian wearing red latex pants and the headline 'Kim's Wild Night'. A blurb on the left side mentioned a mystery man and rumors of Kim cheating on Kanye.

"Now you know why I went looking for a pair of latex pants today."

Antonio chuckled at her remark. He was more interested in this 'mystery man' mentioned on the front page. Something about the face seemed familiar to him at first glance.

"I hate to break the bad news to you tonight, but I have to leave in the morning."

"Really? That's quite the time to tell me."

When he glanced back at Demi, she had taken her jacket off, standing in a black thong and matching bra. Her arms were raised with her hands behind the back of her head, flexing her elbows out as if she were modeling for him. Antonio let out a sigh. He was slightly bothered that she waited until now to tell him she had to leave town. Had she said something earlier today, he could have made plans for them to share the entire night together. Their time together was running out.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could've arranged us a party or even called off for a date."

"I didn't want to tell you. I could've just left you a note. Maybe I'll do that next time."

"Demi, no. Don't be like that!"

As he sat up on the couch, Antonio tossed the magazine back on the table. She stepped closer, lowering her arms so she could press her hands against his chest. The scent of her perfume was so strong that it could not be avoided. Antonio gazed into her deep brown eyes as Demi spoke in a low voice.

"Don't be mad at me, honey. That'll only make you miss me more."

She pressed her lips against his as Antonio's hands found her perfect curves. He closed his eyes and began to kiss her passionately while his hands roamed behind her to grip her phat ass cheeks. He squeezed them, causing Demi to moan in his mouth as their tongues were still dancing together. As they kissed, his cock began to grow in the front of his pants, where Demi could certainly feel his erection poking forward. There was no way he could deny it to himself. Antonio was in love with this girl and could not resist her. She pulled away from him after ending the kiss, leaving him disappointed that she did not nestle her giant ass down onto his lap. He exhaled and shook his head while watching her stand forward. Demi smiled innocently as she pulled the shoulder straps of her bra, loosening it from her body. Her huge boobs flopped free after she discarded the bra from her slim-thick body.

"Just sit back and let me undress you."

"I can't say no to that."

Demi giggled. Her British accent was heard strongly as she purred soft moans. His eyes were fixated on her breasts until she moved her hands to hide her nipples. This was her way of silently teasing him, but only momentarily. She dropped her hands, slightly bouncing her tits as she used both hands to tug her thong down and reveal her freshly shaved pussy. The pink folds glistened with a fresh dew. Antonio bit his lower lip before his eyes shot back up at her face. Demi knew how to make the most innocent smiles while playing the role of a naughty minx. Her hands slid between his thighs, pushing wrinkles into his white pants, until she found the front button. With no belt in the way, Demi easily unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down. Antonio took a deep breath, feeling the heat of this moment as their eyes met again. 

She grabbed the front of his white underwear and pulled at the elastic band to free his cock. As it flopped out, Demi grabbed hold of his pole with her right hand. Antonio moaned at the feeling of her warm fingers twisting around it. Once she had his pants and underwear pushed down to his ankles, Demi situated herself on the floor. Their eyes met again as she stroked his cock. Her fingers tightened around his cock as she began to wank faster. By now, his dick had grown to full length, but Demi was not done wanking him. Her hand continued to pump his cock until she lowered her lips and breathed across the head. Antonio swallowed his breath in eager anticipation of what was to come next. Demi parted her lips and flicked her tongue across the head while shoving her hand down to the base. With her eyes locked on his face, she enveloped her lips around his cock and began to suck.

"Ohhhhh, man..." 

'Mmmmmmm', a muffled moan answered Antonio's cry of pleasure. Demi closed her eyes and pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down at a slow pace, sucking him sensually. Antonio moaned again while resting on the couch. Since he was still wearing his shirt, he decided to grab the ends and begin pulling it over his head. The thought of undressing while at work had not crossed his mind tonight, but now he did not care. Once he had pulled the shirt over his head, Demi was pushing his cock to the back of her throat. This effort of deep-throating made him clench his teeth and grunt. Antonio could see her big brown eyes glaring at him. Whether she wanted to surprise him with the sudden action or test her gag reflexes, Demi had him right where she wanted him. She extracted his shaft from her lips and flicked her tongue to break the few saliva strings.

Demi spit on his cock before pumping her hand up and down. Antonio had not noticed that her left hand was out of sight. He soon felt her other hand when she squeezed his balls from underneath. He groaned as she made that same innocent smile from earlier. Sliding her tongue out, Demi pressed the head of his shaft against it. He knew she was not done teasing him yet. Smack. Smack. Smack. The sound echoed through the room as she slapped his cock against her tongue. After a fourth smack, Demi squeezed her lips around the head and resumed sucking him. She unwrapped her right hand fingers from his cock and now used both hands to press into his legs as she bobbed her head up and down. Sucking and slobbering noises became audible with each passing second. Antonio knew she was not going to stay on her knees. When Demi began to rise, he offered a hand to help her up. She shook her head.

"I don't need any help, love. Just sit back and relax for me. I want to try something new."

"Something new? Like what?" 

Immediately after standing up, she turned her back to him to reveal her glorious booty. The sight alone was enough to make Antonio moan. Demi bent over and placed her hands on his legs, but quickly moved them. He was unsure what she was doing at first until she shoved her booty back and began to rub against him.

"Ohhhhh, do you wanna grind on me, baby?"

"No. I'm going to need a little bit of help. I need your cock inside me."

"Where at inside of you? Which hole?" 

That question made her sigh in frustration and roll her eyes. Demi reached behind her and grabbed his cock with authority. Antonio sat there as he watched her legs spread far enough that light shone from between her thighs. He should have known that, by her words, she was referring to her pussy and not her ass.

"Come on, help me."

Since she demanded his aid, Antonio used his right hand to grip his cock and slide it beyond the pink folds of her entrance. Demi purred a soft moan upon feeling his shaft enter her. She gripped his legs and then slid her ass forward, brushing it against his stomach to rock his cock into her pussy. It seemed that she was in the mood to try reverse cowgirl, but not quite. Something was different about the way Demi was taking him. She felt in command and began to bounce herself up and down. Her huge booty cheeks smacked against his skin, jiggling and shaking.

"Just sit back and let me do the work."

She leaned forward, pressing her legs together. Demi kept her hands on his legs, gripping as best as she could as she began to slam herself down on his cock. Her powerful ass rubbed against him, bouncing up and down as his cock pulsated inside her tight pussy. Antonio leaned back and watched her booty shake and bounce on him. He raised his arms and positioned his hands behind his head, willing to lay back and enjoy this.

"Oh my god, this is amazing. Don't stop, Demi!"

Antonio was in disbelief that Demi wanted to do all the work. She was firmly in control, still bouncing herself up and down as his cock moved in and out of her pussy. She had moved at a slow pace so far until finding a steady rhythm. Her fingernails dug into his skin, lightly scratching him as Demi began to pound herself on his cock at a faster rate. Their bodies smacked together harder, causing a noise to echo throughout the room.

"Oh, fuck!" 

Smack. Smack. Smack. Her ass slammed down on him with such authority that her plump, smooth cheeks jiggled and bounced. Demi whimpered. Antonio could not see that she had closed her eyes and was concentrating on fucking him. Over and over, she pounded herself down, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. Her great, big tits shook up and down.

"Oh my god!"

She cried out in her British accent. The sound of her voice was almost enough to make Antonio erupt inside her. He loved her voice. Demi was panting as she slowed down and began to lean back. Now was an ample opportunity for Antonio to lower his hands and slide his arms around her. He wanted to feel her breasts and wasted no time roaming his hands over her big boobs. She moaned at the feeling of his palms pressing against her hardened nipples. Demi raised her head when she felt his breath blowing down the right side of her neck. Antonio began to kiss and suck her neck, trying to find her weak spot as he squeezed her breasts again.

"I want you to fuck me, Antonio. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Ask and you shall receive, baby."

He expected her to rise up and pull his cock out of her cunt, but Demi did something unexpected. She raised her hands from his legs and arched herself forward.

"Stand up for me. Whatever you do, do not pull out. I want your cock to stay inside me until I cum."

Such demands came with a stern voice. Demi made it known to Antonio loud and clear that she was in control. It did not matter who was on top and doing the work, she was the one calling the shots. He knew better than to refuse. This could possibly be his last night with her, and Antonio had no desire to leave her unimpressed. As he stood up, Demi lowered herself down on all fours. The glass coffee table was too far away for her to reach. She pressed her hands and knees into the carpet below, as Antonio was now standing behind her. With his pants and underwear pushed down to his ankles, it was a struggle to spread his feet out. Antonio leaned down and carefully pulled his right shoe off. He was able to slip one foot out from under his clothes to free himself. Now in position, he began to buck his hips to drive his cock into her.