Speaker 1: My boyfriend looked at me and said, what the fuck
Speaker 1: are we gonna do about this, Aggie? I half turned
Speaker 1: to look at him from where I lay on the sofa.
Speaker 1: What do you mean? You know? What the damn fuck
Speaker 1: I mean? He replied, and gestured and my protruding behind this.
Speaker 1: When the fuck did your ass grow this damn big?
Speaker 1: I looked at him, shocked and amused by his words,
Speaker 1: but couldn't think of what response to give. I even
Speaker 1: attempted to glance over my shoulder at my butt, as
Speaker 1: if I'd forgotten it even existed, Like all this time,
Speaker 1: I had no idea it was a prominent part of
Speaker 1: my anatomy. And then I returned my gaze to him,
Speaker 1: still standing there looking dumbfounded. Whatever the hell do you mean, Joe?
Speaker 1: You look like you've never seen a big ass before.
Speaker 1: I'm looking at it right now, and I must admit, Aggie,
Speaker 1: I don't think I can handle it anymore. It's like
Speaker 1: your butt has taken on a life of its own overnight.
Speaker 1: I swear your butt wasn't this big when we lay
Speaker 1: in bed last night. Quit being ridiculous, would you, Joe?
Speaker 1: You weren't even pretending to be funny. Who said I was.
Speaker 1: He sounded sour as he sat beside me and grabbed
Speaker 1: the TV remote. I'm being serious, Aggie. Your ass has
Speaker 1: gotten way too big for me to handle. You're going
Speaker 1: to have to find someone who can do a better
Speaker 1: job than me. I looked at him with disbelief, not
Speaker 1: wanting to believe what I'd heard. I expected him to
Speaker 1: suddenly start laughing, make like he was only joking, and
Speaker 1: who knows, maybe I'd have jumped in his lap and
Speaker 1: offered him some pussy. He did nothing of the sort,
Speaker 1: and so that let me know he was being serious.
Speaker 1: But was he serious enough to want to end our
Speaker 1: relationship because I've got a big butt? Did you? Joe
Speaker 1: somehow assumed that I spent last night wishing on having
Speaker 1: a bigger booty, only for it to happen magically, and
Speaker 1: now he couldn't stand my appearance anymore. Was he stupid?
Speaker 1: Or was this some big fucking joke. I got up,
Speaker 1: strode to the bedroom and slammed the door shut, hoping
Speaker 1: the noise would alert him to how fucking upset I was.
Speaker 1: I went and lay on the bed waiting. Minutes went
Speaker 1: by and nothing happened. That did it for me as
Speaker 1: I checked the time on my watch before changing my clothes.
Speaker 1: I stuffed some clothes in a bag when I was
Speaker 1: done and left the room. Joe wasn't in the living room.
Speaker 1: I had no idea where he'd gone, so it was
Speaker 1: good that he didn't see me leave. I went to
Speaker 1: a friend's place, someone who I could express my anger
Speaker 1: towards Joe and take necessary course of action. From there,
Speaker 1: my friend agreed with me that it was about time
Speaker 1: I hooked myself with someone way better than Joe. We
Speaker 1: decided to hit the club scene that night. My friend's
Speaker 1: name is Leah. Leah is a wild card, whereas I'm
Speaker 1: easy going. Leah's always had reservations about me dating Joe.
Speaker 1: Her foremost complaint was that Joe was too simple minded
Speaker 1: for someone of my status. I ought to be hanging
Speaker 1: out with sophisticated types of persons rather than wasting time
Speaker 1: with a white boy who loves nothing other than sitting
Speaker 1: indoors and playing video games. I never took her word seriously,
Speaker 1: though I couldn't help perceiving how wrong I'd been this
Speaker 1: entire time. The evening arrived and we got dressed and
Speaker 1: hit the club scene. I felt like a newbie jumping
Speaker 1: back into the river. Having stayed away for the duration
Speaker 1: I'd been with Joe, you'd presume nothing has changed besides
Speaker 1: the congregation of stunning bitches vying for the same rank
Speaker 1: of men we were after. But the competition has always
Speaker 1: been fierce, and I went with a low mindset of
Speaker 1: scoring on my first night. Stop looking dour, Leah hissed
Speaker 1: at me as we passed the security and made for
Speaker 1: the club's entrance. You aren't going to hook up with
Speaker 1: someone if you're looking negative. God damn it. Smile. I
Speaker 1: did my best and projected a winning face that Leah liked.
Speaker 1: She knew how to look out for me, regardless of
Speaker 1: the circumstances. The club was loud and booming. When we
Speaker 1: worked our way inside, Bodies jammed against each other, breaths
Speaker 1: mixed with each person's aura, while limbs gyrated to the pulsing,
Speaker 1: infectious music. Lea spotted several faces she knew. I pretended
Speaker 1: to go along while scanning the lone men around. There
Speaker 1: were few and far between, and many seemed to have
Speaker 1: their dates beside them. A few of them cut glances
Speaker 1: at me that seemed to say, step on, bitch, buy
Speaker 1: you a drink. I stopped when a handsome black man
Speaker 1: appeared before me at the bar. My heart skipped a
Speaker 1: beat as I assumed he was referring to some one
Speaker 1: besides me. His eyes remained on me seconds later, and
Speaker 1: my cheeks flushed red as I cooked up a welcoming smile.
Speaker 1: If you wouldn't mind, I said, I'd rather buy you
Speaker 1: a drink. He gave me a quirky look as if
Speaker 1: he couldn't believe my response, and then he laughed, all right,
Speaker 1: you buy this round, and if things go vine, the
Speaker 1: next is on me, he said. We placed our order,
Speaker 1: and I sighted Leah at the far end of the bar,
Speaker 1: giving me a thumbs up sign. I nodded my head
Speaker 1: at her, then returned to my evening date. How was
Speaker 1: I to think the night would end? I had not
Speaker 1: a frigging clue. It's been a long time since I
Speaker 1: encountered a man in a club, and the experience felt
Speaker 1: new to me. He introduced himself as Ray, and we
Speaker 1: made a toast of friendship. We talked briefly. He asked
Speaker 1: what a pretty looking gale like me was doing alone
Speaker 1: in a nightclub. I replied that I was with a
Speaker 1: friend and asked him the same question. Probably I was
Speaker 1: searching around for someone like you, he said. That got
Speaker 1: me blushing hard. My heart was beating like a trombone
Speaker 1: in my chest, and my hands kept shaking as I
Speaker 1: held my drink to my lips. Ray took my hand
Speaker 1: and we hit the dance floor. I was initially tensed
Speaker 1: with worry because it had been months since I loosened
Speaker 1: up to dance. Joe wasn't a fun type of guy
Speaker 1: who liked dancing. The fucker barely liked anything that took
Speaker 1: him outside of his apartment. Anyway, The music made my
Speaker 1: body tingle in my outfit, and with Ray breathing down
Speaker 1: against me, I quickly loosened up to his touch. I
Speaker 1: was having a great time when he pressed his chin
Speaker 1: against my neckline, and I responded by holding him hard
Speaker 1: against me. His crotch pressed against my backside, and I
Speaker 1: gave him way too much enticing friction that he could afford.
Speaker 1: That's what happens when you've got an impressive booty like mine.
Speaker 1: We danced for a long time, and Ray barely took
Speaker 1: his hands away from grasping my butt. I appreciate that
Speaker 1: he didn't, as I was getting aroused each second. I
Speaker 1: knew I shouldn't be thinking about such, especially since I
Speaker 1: hardly knew the guy, but I was looking forward to
Speaker 1: fucking him that night. He made the proposal that we
Speaker 1: should leave, and I agreed. I searched around for Lea,
Speaker 1: but I had no idea where she was. Instead, I
Speaker 1: left with Ray, deciding to call her once outside to explain.
Speaker 1: We made it to his car. He said his place
Speaker 1: wasn't far away. I didn't care if he lived on
Speaker 1: the Moon. I simply wanted to feel what he had
Speaker 1: in his crotch. The drive to his place took ten minutes.
Speaker 1: Ray parked his car and then we got out and
Speaker 1: entered his apartment building. He walked into the building lobby,
Speaker 1: looking like he owned the place. The elevator doors opened
Speaker 1: and we were the only occupants inside. Ray pulled me
Speaker 1: into his arms and squeezed my butt while we locked lips.
Speaker 1: We remained like that until the elevator deposited us where
Speaker 1: Ray wanted, and from there it was a stroll to
Speaker 1: his apartment door. His apartment was dark once the door opened,
Speaker 1: but the lights came on seconds later and I turned
Speaker 1: around to face my new found lover. Ray shut the
Speaker 1: door while simultaneously pulling me into his grasp. His hand
Speaker 1: resumed squeezing my booty while his tongue connected with my lips.
Speaker 1: We struggled away from the door, and then Ray lifted
Speaker 1: me into his arms and carted me into his bedroom.
Speaker 1: He dropped me on his bed, turned me over on
Speaker 1: to my knees, and, as if I instinctively knew what
Speaker 1: was demanded of me, aimed my booty at his face.
Speaker 1: Ray pushed my dress aside to reveal my thong booty,
Speaker 1: which then slipped off. Next then he spread my cheeks
Speaker 1: wide apart and tungued his way up and down my vagina.
Speaker 1: The feel of Ray's tongue lapping my snatch was like
Speaker 1: water on a hot day. The feeling it gave me
Speaker 1: was as hypnotic as it was amazing. I could have
Speaker 1: remained like that and been grateful for that achievement that
Speaker 1: I'd craved for so long. I couldn't help shaking my butt,
Speaker 1: demanding more of his tongue while feeling his lips press
Speaker 1: against my labia. His lips made a slurping noise as
Speaker 1: he slurped up my juice. I wanted to reach behind
Speaker 1: badly to caress his head to plead for him not
Speaker 1: to stop, as this was something I'd been craving since forever.
Speaker 1: Ray finally stopped, but not before giving me a parting kiss,
Speaker 1: to which I responded by falling face forward. I turned
Speaker 1: over and watched him discard his clothes. He did it
Speaker 1: with less hurry than Joe usually would whenever we wanted
Speaker 1: to have sex. I took time getting out of my
Speaker 1: clothes too, and lay in his bed in my thigh stockings.
Speaker 1: Ray soon joined me in his bed, with his penis
Speaker 1: swinging side to side like a blind missile. I took
Speaker 1: hold of it, caressed it, and applied my mouth. It
Speaker 1: was Ray's turn to lie on the bed while I
Speaker 1: took charge of the controls. His cock filled my mouth
Speaker 1: like none other. My jaw was soon starting to hurt,
Speaker 1: yet I kept choking on his meat, as I felt
Speaker 1: compelled to do after what he'd done to me. I
Speaker 1: would have loved to worship his cock all night, except
Speaker 1: my pussy was crying for attention. I was busy massaging
Speaker 1: it between my legs, but it was starting to blaze
Speaker 1: with fire. I came forward and spread myself over raised thighs.
Speaker 1: He adjusted himself and assisted me with straddling him better.
Speaker 1: His cock eventually slipped inside me. The feeling was incredible,
Speaker 1: and I couldn't stop myself from squirting on his shaft.
Speaker 1: As I began to write him, his hands caressed, squeezed,
Speaker 1: and smacked my butt with loving affection. The feel of
Speaker 1: his hands on me made writing him so much easier
Speaker 1: and worth while, I knew, no matter what, I wouldn't
Speaker 1: be returning to Joe after that night.