Big Booty Bitches Ch 40

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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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, Florida

9:54 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.