Big Booty Bitches Ch 41

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.

We are approaching the end. This is the penultimate chapter of my longest running series. For those who have been following the storylines of the characters, I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you for sticking with me for the last 9 years.

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New York City, New York

Into the afternoon, sunlight poured into every window of Jennifer Lopez's penthouse suite. After last night, it was only natural that she and Tony overslept past ten o'clock. Memories of the wild time they shared with Beyonce were fresh on Jennifer's mind from the minute she opened her eyes. She fell asleep with Tony, cuddling in bed together. It was a pleasant start to the day to wake up in his arms. Her head was still resting against his chest as he awakened. Tony was shirtless, wearing only his black pair of boxers. The last thing he and Jennifer did after reaching the hotel at midnight was strip down to their underwear. They didn't even manage to get a shower before going to bed. His pants and shirt were on the floor below, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered in the world to him except to wake up with one arm around her. Jennifer sighed as she looked up into his eyes.

"Good morning, papi."

"Good morning to you, Jen."

Her right hand softly caressed his face, tracing the jawline where she felt the tiny hairs of his five o'clock shadow. A subtle reminder to Tony that he needed to shave once he was ready to climb out of bed. He didn't want to get up. There was nothing in the world that could disturb this moment he shared with Jennifer. His life felt perfect while she was lying against him. He ran his left hand through her long brunette hair while she rested the side of her head against his chest. Under her right cheek, Jennifer could hear his heartbeat thumping. She gently moved her fingers across the other side of his chest while Tony stroked her hair. He closed his eyes, relaxing to the sound of her breathing.

"Are you still worn out after last night?"

Tony chuckled before answering her question.

"Yeah, I guess I am. You and Beyonce worked me over good. I'm just glad to wake up like this with you."

Jennifer raised her head from his chest to look into his eyes. She blushed while he smiled at her.

"I love you."

After he spoke, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his for a short kiss. Tony closed his eyes, moving his hands to her back as they kissed a second time. When Jennifer pulled away, she smiled.

"I love you too, Tony. It feels good to wake up hearing someone tell me that before I get the chance to brush my teeth."

With a laugh, Tony smirked.

"Are you trying to say I've got stinky breath?"

She moved off him, laughing as she climbed out of bed. Tony leaned up to sit while he watched Jennifer's thick booty cheeks rub together in her black thong. She stomped her way to the bathroom, laughing at him as she glanced across her right shoulder.

"I'm brushing mine first! We should call room service and order breakfast before getting in the shower. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."

"That's fine, baby. I'll do that while you're in the bathroom."

Rising out of bed, Tony stretched out his legs and yawned. He glanced over the nightstand and saw the time on a digital clock near the lamp. The yellow letters read 10:48. It was time to get up and moving to go about the day. He thought about the events that happened last night. The threesome he shared with Beyonce and Jennifer was just one part of their meeting. Tony was already thinking about where their business would go from there. With things moving forward with his new status as Mr. J-Lo, he began to wonder if now was the time to propose. All this time spent with her in New York made him feel comfortable about the future going forward. But he needed to make it official by putting a ring on her finger. It was among his first thoughts of the day after waking up. They would both be traveling back to Miami soon. If he were to ask her to marry him, Tony wanted to do it close to the place she called home.

He would need to make the decision without her knowing. The more he thought about a ring, Tony knew he had to surprise Jennifer. He didn't know his way around New York City, but he still had to go out and search for the right jewelry store. He was certain that there was a good place around town where he could search for engagement rings. This idea had suddenly come to him. Tony knew he would spend the day obsessing over the ring and nothing else. As he glanced down at the floor, he saw his pants lying there. He leaned down to grab his phone from the pocket. It was flashing a red light from a text message notification. As he swiped the screen, he saw his son's name. He had not considered the small talk he had with Antonio yesterday. When he opened the text message and saw the pictures, Tony froze. He quickly remembered what Antonio was trying to explain to him about finding printed photographs of Steven.

The photos were of a man with Kim Kardashian. The glare of a light and wrinkle in the pages showed they were from a magazine. Tony felt something cold run through his body. It had been several months since he last saw his brother. All the memories about their falling out came rushing back to his mind. For months he had wondered where Steven disappeared to. He never would've dreamed that the answer would come in paparazzi photographs printed in some celebrity gossip rag. It felt so random and out of place. He guessed that Antonio had purchased the magazine and saw the photographs from a pure coincidence. As he clutched his phone, Tony stared at the screen. There was no mistaking the man with Kim. The long hair didn't hide a face he knew all too well. He swallowed his breath, trying to hold back the barrage of emotions that were bubbling inside him. There was much anger and pain he felt for Steven's quiet retreat from life.

"Tony, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jennifer's soft voice brought him back to the world and out of his bleak thoughts. He looked away from the phone to see her standing to his left side. Her hair was pinned in a high ponytail, and a silky white robe covered her body, tied around the waist. Tony showed her the phone as he replied.

"I just did. Look what Antonio sent me."

She looked at his phone, squinting her eyes for a brief second and then widening them. Jennifer's lower lip fell as she realized who was in the photos.

"Oh my god, that's Steven."

They looked at each other for a moment, both curious to know where the photos came from. Jennifer took a second glance at the phone and spoke again.

"What the hell is he doing with Kim?"

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5 HOURS LATER

Miami, Florida

The sound of giggling in a strong British accent could be heard from the living room. It belonged to Demi Rose Mawby as she traded giggles with Vida Guerra from the couch. After her surprise visit to Disco Fever last night, Antonio brought her back to his penthouse suite. He didn't expect her to come back into his life so soon. When he least expected her to come back, Demi walked back into his life. Staying true to his word last night, Antonio was quick to introduce her to Vida. They spent the afternoon discussing various topics. First it began with modeling and then changed into the interest they both shared around New Age beliefs. Antonio didn't know what to make of their talk. It wasn't something he understood in life, so he stayed out of the discussion, leaving them alone. He had something else to worry about. He was hoping to hear from his father later in the day.

As the day progressed, Antonio checked his phone to see that his dad received the text messages. No reply. Maybe that was because he intended to call him and talk. He was aware that his father wasn't the kind of person to spend time writing text messages. The old fashioned approach of long phone calls was how his dad operated. With no reply from him, Antonio was left to wonder. He knew better than to annoy him by sending a barrage of texts. While in his bedroom, Antonio looked at his smartphone sitting on the bed. He planned to keep it in his pocket at all times, waiting for his dad to call him. He slipped on a pink shirt to go with his white pair of pants. There was still much time left before the club opened, but Antonio was already wanting to go out. He thought about taking Demi and Vida out for dinner to start the evening. He walked into the living room to see Demi sitting on the couch wearing a black one-piece dress to hug her curves.

"Getting dressed already, love?"

Demi smirked at Antonio upon noticing his clothes. Vida sat across from her wearing a pair of denim blue jeans and a white tank top. Her right hand was resting against the side of her face, propped up on the couch.

"It's pretty early for you to be going out. Don't you have to wait for the club to open?"

Antonio shook his head at Vida's question.

"I was thinking we could all go out for dinner before work. Demi just got back to Miami, so I wanted to make this a special occasion."

Vida glanced over at Demi to see her blushing with a wide smile across her face. The older Cuban woman shifted her eyes back to Antonio and grinned.

"A special occasion, you say? I'm sure I could've done something better than just going out to eat."

Her voice made his heartbeat raise. Antonio knew what Vida was thinking. The low, seductive tone gave it away. Demi looked so innocent, not knowing the sexual nature of her new friend. The age difference between them was enough for Vida to serve as a mentor of sorts. Antonio could see she was thinking of that from the way she looked at Demi before rising up from the couch. Vida strutted her way towards him, making eye contact as she smirked.

"You've got a nice girlfriend. I think she could use a good day out with me."

Placing her right hand onto her hip, Vida glanced over at Demi.

"What do you say, Demi? I wanna go out and get my hair done. Are you gonna tag along with me?"

"I would love to! Do you know a good local salon?"

Vida nodded before shifting her eyes back to Antonio. The smirk remained on her face, now showing the front row of her pearly white teeth.

"If she's going to be staying in Miami, she needs a good friend to show her around. If I were you, I'd call off work and prepare for a long night."

"What's stopping you from bringing Demi to the club?"

"The same reason you don't need to show up tonight. Just take a day off, you're going to need the extra rest anyway by the time we're done with you."

Blunt words straight to the point. Antonio had learned not to doubt Vida's sex drive. Now she had another girl to teach new tricks to. His one fear was to be interrupted by an important phone call. Despite this, the temptation was too much for Antonio to say no. He saw Demi smiling from the corner of his left eye. Vida spoke again.

"I want to get my hair dyed today, Demi can come along with it."

"What color are you thinking?"

Vida grinned before responding.

"Jet black. I was thinking of getting some blonde streaks, but Demi made me remember how much I loved having dark hair. If you want to go to the club and do something, just make sure you're back before opening hours."

She drew the line to control the situation. Vida was determined to have her fun, regardless of whether he needed to work tonight.

"Antonio my dear, if you get back in time, perhaps you might want to see some of my new outfits. I have some new stuff to model for you. If you want to use my cameras, you can take pictures too."

Demi made him smile with that offer. Sitting near the coffee table were her three luggage bags. One of them was already opened, with her laptop sitting folded on the table next to an empty bottle of water. He nodded at her offer.

"That sounds good, babe. I'd be more than happy to play photographer."

Vida giggled, stepping aside as she patted his shoulder.

"Now that's more like it. You know how to treat a girl well. Come on, Demi. Get your purse, and I'll take you out. We might as well go early so my hair will dry faster before we get back."

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Long Island, New York

The phone screen glowed in the darkness as the only piercing light in the room. Beyonce sighed, swallowing her breath as she pulled the settings and selected airplane mode. A silent phone was a requirement for what she was about to do. Her body was a little sore after the hard fucking she endured last night from Tony Diaz. She was still thinking about Mr. J-Lo throughout the day. Jennifer assumed correctly that Beyonce wanted to fuck her man for bragging rights. When it came to the men in her life, Beyonce made choices based on her friends and those she held close to her heart. Jennifer had been a friend of hers for more than twenty years. That alone made it all the more special to enjoy a threesome with the man who would likely become her next husband. Beyonce was impressed by Tony, much more than the previous men she shared with Jennifer from years past.

The other men in her life had a different purpose. They were made into loyal servants by the weight of metal collars locked around their necks and chains to bind them. Those were the men who considered themselves to be lucky in the gratitude they expressed to their mistress. They made the choice to give up their lives and become her slaves. All of them were taken care of, living in their own personalized cells. Beyonce never forgot how one slave told her he found ultimate happiness serving her. He explained how he no longer had to worry about paying bills or striving to accomplish things in life. All that mattered was keeping his mistress happy. She thought about that conversation every time she took a new slave. The men were put through trials that tested their strength, endurance, and obedience. One month was all the time she needed to see if a slave was truly worthy of having a collar placed around his neck.

Her husband was the one exception in her life. Jay Z was aware of these games she played. He found it amusing that almost all of her slaves were white men. The few that weren't still had lighter skin. This was payback for his affairs with white women. Beyonce and Jay-Z made a truce with each other to have their affairs off to the side. This led them to agree not to ask questions about their business when they were away from each other. When she was in New York City, they stayed at one of their two penthouses in Manhattan. She was far away from 'heaven in the sky' today and down in her own fantasy of hell. Beyonce traveled to her East Hampton mansion to spend a day in her harem. She was relieved that neither Tony nor Jennifer called to discuss business today. After the hard ramming he gave her big black booty last night, she needed some tender care. There was no better way to spend time than having her booty worshiped by a willing, humble slave.

Another woman was joining Beyonce today. Megan Thee Stallion found herself ready to step into a whole new world. Beyonce befriended her a few months prior when they worked in a Houston studio for a remix of a song. It was sitting shelved at the moment to have a bigger release next year. Beyonce was confident that 2020 would be the year Megan had a big break in the mainstream. Along the way, she saw a reason to take a step further with their friendship. One night at the studio, Beyonce saw signs of the dominant woman within Megan. She had been waiting a long time to walk her down the stairs leading to her dungeon. Through various conversations that spanned the course of three weeks, Beyonce waited until the right moment. Once she learned that Megan enjoyed the taste of white cock, she felt confident about sharing her secrets with the rapper. Beyonce saw the desire Megan had for power and to be in control of a man.

Today was finally the time to give her a taste of that satisfaction. Beyonce stood across from her in the spare room of her dungeon. She set the phone down on a wooden table next to her jewelry. The two black women had stripped their clothes off to put on special outfits. A black bustier with gold buttons made the main piece of the uniform. It covered her stomach completely. Beyonce's massive breasts were squished in the top, almost overflowing. Black fishnet stockings went up to her thighs, attached to a silky black garter belt that was tucked under the bustier. Her pussy was covered by a sheer G-string that was completely hidden down the crack of her giant booty. Megan requested that Beyonce dress her in a similar look. She was lucky Beyonce had a spare bustier, and it fit Megan's wonderful curves. The one difference between the two women was Beyonce's freshly colored blonde locks of hair. It flowed over her shoulders with a split on the right side.

Megan's long, black hair was French braided in a ponytail that dangled all the way down to her amazing ass. Beyonce grinned at the sight. She was proud of the fact that this made the second consecutive day she was with another big booty woman. Megan was prepared to experience something Beyonce would never share with Jennifer. This was an event that she could share alongside another woman who displayed a taste for dominance. Gazing down at the stone floor, Beyonce checked her black leather boots, lowering one to make a loud boom across the floor. Megan wore a pair of gold high heels that revealed her toes. The nails were freshly painted in red but couldn't be seen in the shadows. Beyonce was prepared and ready to leave the room. Outside was a short hallway that led to what she called 'the pleasure room.' As Megan stood near her, she looked at Beyonce and blinked a few times. The silence was broken by the older singer speaking.

"Are you ready to have a white man on his knees worshiping your beautiful, black body?"

"Yeah. Are you going to tell me who he is?"

Beyonce chuckled.

"Of all the men I have locked up down here, I picked someone special for today. This man was a virgin before he submitted to me. His name is Carl."

"How old is he?"

"He's thirty-three."

Megan blinked, raising an eyebrow as she replied.

"Oh shit, he's older than me!"

With a nod, Beyonce laughed again.

"That's right. Don't worry about it. I collared him over four years ago. Carl used to be a paralegal with one of my husband's lawyers. He had big problems with gambling on basketball games. He's lucky I found him. If you ask Carl, he'll tell you that I saved his life. I take care of him in exchange for him keeping me happy. He's one of my best slaves."

She reached for her black leather riding crop from the table. As Beyonce twisted her left hand fingers around it, she tilted her head towards the door.

"Come on, let's go. When I sit down on my throne, just stand next to it and watch him obey me. Don't worry, he knows how to keep his mouth shut. My slaves don't talk back or get attitude problems."

Megan smirked as she reached for the metal doorknob and turned it. Beyonce gave the other woman the honor of stepping in front of her. They marched down the short hallway. Every step with a loud sound echoing throughout the quiet dungeon. As they entered the pleasure room, Megan stepped under one of the lights from above. Five steel chains held pendants with the lights. They were spaced away from the corners, with the final light directly above the fancy, gold throne in the center of the room. The walls had a brick pattern beneath the black coat of paint. Off to the right side of the room was a velvet red couch with spare items sitting untouched. A barred door faced the throne. When Beyonce nestled her thick, black booty down into the black leather seat, she was looking at the door. Megan stood by the right of the chair and watched Beyonce press a button on the armrest. It triggered the lock on the door, sliding it open and revealing a man standing in the darkness.