This story is for adults only (18 or 21, depending on the state) and is a complete work of fantasy. It does contain some kinky elements, but does not include stuff such as: domination, the words bitch, whore and slut, or nasty stuff such as shitting pissing, and all that other weird shit. If that's your thing don't read any further. If you don't like big bootied women, skip this story and go somewhere else. You have been warned.
I couldn't believe it even as the limo was driving me to her hotel: I was going to meet Jennifer Lopez, J-Lo, Jenny from the block, or whatever the hell she calls herself now. I remember when the call came to my phone while sitting in my apartment watching that movie Selena, where she had some weight on her body. This was my favorite movie to see her in because that extra weight on her body made her look sexy as hell, which often caused me to pause the movie at certain points to stroke my hard dick at the sight of that juicy boriqua booty. Just seeing it moving around on the screen of my TV drove me absolutely nuts and never failed to induce the rush of blood to my lower half, causing an uncomfortable feeling in my pants.
As the taxi arrived at the Hilton, my heart rate and breathing became rapid, which caused me to become lightheaded. "Be cool Tony. Calm down and everything will be alright. Her last album didn't sell that well so she won't be stuck up." I said in a low voice.
It was true. Because of not being able to come up with any new songs, J-Lo came out with a live album, but it only sold 25,000 copies. The bad sales, coupled with a series of bad movies, caused her to vanish from the publicity. To come back into the limelight, she came up with a contest where one lucky fan would be able to meet her. As a bonus, travel expenses were taken care of by her accountants. I was the lucky person that would be able to meet the woman that made me cum so much that I could have fertilized every woman in my city. So here I was about to meet the beautiful Latina performer at a hotel in L.A.
I gulped down the last of my water and climbed out of the door as the driver opened it for me. The paparazzi were standing in front of the hotel snapping photos and blocking my way towards the woman of my dreams. Get the fuck out of my way! I thought angrily as a short fat guy snapped a close up of my face.
"He's black. I wasn't expecting that. Shorter than I thought too." I heard one of them say.
"Short and fat with a bad comb over, just like I expected that paparazzi to be." I said towering over the person who made the comment.
"You're picture's gonna be all over the place asshole." said the short guy with a grin on his face.
"Well then let me add one to your collection." I said while giving him the finger. "That's the closest thing to sex you're getting, unless you count fucking your dog up the ass. Go jerk off to your photos of Kid Rock or something." Right at that moment, a woman came rushing forward and pulled me away from the mass hysteria of the crowd.
"Anthony Jones?" she asked. She was a short and very beautiful Asian woman with long Black hair tied behind her head into a pony tail, brown almond shaped eyes, and thick, pouty lips reflecting a lip gloss. Unlike 90+% of Asian women that I've seen, this woman actually was thick in the lower half of her body, just like a sista. She had on a tight pink sleeveless shirt, which showed off her medium sized breasts and a pair of tight white pants that really showed off her wide 49" hips, tiny 24" waist, and thick thighs.
"The name is Tony." I said simply. She barely came up to my shoulder and I was only 5'9"!
I was ready to skip the meeting with J-Lo and get a hotel suite with her. Damn! I have never seen an Asian woman with hips before. I thought, as my dick awoke from it's slumber and introduced itself to the leg of my shorts. Although they were baggy and long, my shorts could not hide what I was packing within them. I moved my bag in front of my crotch to block the view of my situation from everyone. I was sure that the short guy would want to get a picture of me with an erection and post it all over the tabloids to embarrass me. He ain't getting the satisfaction I thought.
"Okay Tony," she continued with a smile. "Welcome to the Hilton. Jennifer is in her suite right now awaiting your arrival. My name is Jasmine. I am her publicist, I will take you up to her after security searches your bag. It is merely a security measure. There are a lot of crazed fans out there who go to the extreme. There was one guy who carried S&M gear in his bag while preparing to meet Hilary Duff. He was kicked out immediately." she said.
"Maybe she was into that sort of thing, but I don't have anything like that in my bag." I said with a laugh. I saw a smile come upon Jasmine's face, which made me feel warm inside. She was extremely beautiful and her voice was sexy as hell. It was so throaty throaty and smooth, that I could have listened to her talk for an eternity without becoming annoyed.
"Who really knows these days. Even the people who appear to be innocent really are not." she said in a flirtatious manner. "Even people under your nose often surprise you." She looked at me and winked.
"You're right." I said trying to sound dismissive, but I'm sure she picked up on the fact that she was making me hot. "So where is security?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Just right there next to the elevators. Don't worry. There aren't anymore paparazzi. The hotel manager has barred them from the premises." she said after guessing the look on my face.
"Good. I was about ready to pull a Sean Penn on this one guy. I think he was stressed out over his comb over. Bad hair day I guess." I said. Jasmine started laughing that throaty laugh again.
"Follow me." she said. She walked in front of me, allowing me to have a view of her thick juicy ass, which jiggled with each sway of her hips. I'd never seen something so beautiful in my life. She had more booty than J-Lo, which definitely says something. Not only was it wide, but it stuck out very far, making it look like two large round basketballs. "Are you enjoying the view?" said Jasmine suddenly.
"Huh?" I said snapping out of my trance. "What's up?"
"Are you enjoying the view? I know you're checking out my butt. You've never seen an Asian woman with a figure like mine have you?" said Jasmine while looking back at me with a smile.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to be rude." I said with an expression displaying humiliation. Nice way to make a first impression dumb ass! I thought.
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it, but this is the first time I've seen a look of admiration though. Usually I get told to drop a few pounds, but I tell them to fuck off." she said.
"Well, I think you are perfect. That comment won't get me tackled by security will it?" I said with mock apprehension in my voice.
"No it won't. It will receive a 'thank you' though. Thank you Tony. That is sweet of you to say that. How old do you think I am?" she asked.
"I would put you in your mid 20's." I said.
