This story takes place during the time that I was a part of Iggy Azalea's touring crew.
We had just wrapped up a concert and the audience had left. Excitement was in the air among the crew members because the clean up wouldn't happen until the next day which meant that everyone had a rare night off. On such nights we always held a big after party right after the concert. It wasn't much more than a dark room with music and a bar, but it gave everyone a chance to unwind and hit on the backup dancers. When I arrived the room was already filled with drinking and wildly dancing people. I'm not much of a dancer so I usually sat at the bar, drank a beer and made small talk with whoever else felt like sitting down that night.
Once I got settled in at the bar and was sipping my beer, I was surprised by a quickly growing sound of people clapping. I looked over my shoulder and Iggy Azalea, the star of the night, was walking into the room, receiving a huge round of applause. Because the after party always happened right after the concert she was still wearing her outfit from the performance: a black leotard with golden stripes and black heels. She waved, smiled and thanked everyone, but she did not stop. She pushed through the crowd and came heading straight for the bar, sat down next to me and ordered a rum and coke.
I could see in her face that she was not amused, and just when I was about to introduce myself and ask her if she was okay, she said "Don't bother coming up with a line, I'm not interested."
"I was only going to introduce myself and ask if everything's alright," I said, "But if you prefer I will keep my mouth shut."
"I'm sorry," she said, "These after parties are never fun for me. Everyone expects me to show up but all the guys only want to hit on me and the girls try to get me to give them a spot as a backup dancer. It's exhausting."
Of course the idea of hitting on her popped into my head the second I saw she was heading for where I was sitting and it hadn't left my head since. But I knew now that that approach would get me nowhere.
"If you want we can just sit here and talk," I suggested.
"That would be great," she said with a smile. "I think you were about to introduce yourself?"
We sat there for a long time, drinking and talking, about her career and mine, about music and movies, you get the idea. Iggy was drinking a lot more than me and she was starting to get tipsy.
"Oh my god I love this song!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Let's dance!"
She pulled me by the arm onto the dance floor. We started dancing together but quickly she noticed I wasn't very comfortable, so she took my hands and lead me. While we were dancing we inched closer and closer together until we were about a foot apart. We danced like that for a while until she let go of my hands, turned around and backed up into me.
Her big, voluptuous ass bumped against my crotch and I immediately felt the effect it had on my dick. Blood rushed into my member, making it tingle and grow. I put my hands on her hips and she started grinding her ass against my crotch. I couldn't believe what was happening. One of the most perfect asses I had ever seen was moving up and down my crotch. My dick was growing by the second. When I looked down I could see that her leotard barely covered half of her ass cheeks.
I looked around, it was so dark and crowded in the room that I didn't think anyone noticed what was going on. Then Iggy leaned her head back, still grinding her backside into my ever hardening cock, and rested it on my shoulder. She looked at me with that look, that 'I don't care what the consequences are, I want this' look that drunk people get when they are horny. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth and I leaned in and kissed her. Immediately she pushed her tongue into my mouth and started wrestling with mine.
We stood there for what seemed like an eternity. We only broke our kiss to swallow excess saliva that was about to drip out of our mouths. The feeling of her tongue wrapped around mine was amazing, not to mention what she was doing to my manhood. I was rock hard by now and was really beginning to feel what her perfect, juicy ass was doing to me. She kept grinding and grinding and I started moaning into her mouth.
She broke our kiss and whispered "Do you like that?" into my ear. I nodded as I started to grind my dick into her ass even harder. She responded by doing the same thing.
"Do you like riding up against my big, juicy ass?" she asked. I nodded again, unable to speak coherently. I started panting heavier and heavier until I felt I was about to burst. "Come on baby cum, cum on my ass," she whispered while kissing my neck. By now it felt like she was trying to fuck me with her big, round and fleshy cheeks and I was doing the same to her. My panting got heavier and heavier until I came with a big shock and exploded right into my boxers. I moaned into her mouth and plunged my tongue back into her. She slowed down her grinding and kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she held onto my arms. We stood there for a while enjoying each others' embrace.
