***Based on true life events
“Fuck you.” I said aloud to the text message I just received from my old fling, fat ass Calvin.
Several months had passed since I got his last text informing me that he was ending our year-long relationship because he wanted to “explore more options.”
He then suggested that we remain friends, “maybe we can go out sometimes,” he texted
The niggaudicity.
Audacity is something that Calvin had a lot of, especially since his plushy physique, protruding belly and receding hairline made him look much older than his 34 years. But his brilliant, business savvy and impressive bankroll provided him the social currency to bag a bad bitch like me. Don’t get me wrong, no number of Rolexes or Range Rovers could make that nigga sexually attractive – but he is charismatic as fuck. And his fat dick worked wonders for my pussy.
The expensive gifts, the trips and the regular cash apps could make anybody’s pussy wet. After a few months of dating, his arrogance became harder to stomach—even more so than his big ass stomach. What was under that fat ass stomach kept me cumming and cumming back for more. The fatness of Calvin’s dick filled my cunt with joy. Calvin kept this pussy popping.
Every time I planned to make my exit, there was a Tiffany’s bracelet or a weekend getaway that kept me there a little while longer.
So, I ain’t gon lie, my ego was bruised as fuck when he sent me that text telling me that he don’t want me no mo’.
That nigga. That audacity.
But I was also relieved that it was over. Fuck that nigga.
“This big, back, badly built nigga got some nerve.” I told my friend Melissa as I reached across the couch and showed her the texts.
“Bitch, we should go!”
Mel was responding to the next set of text messages he sent, inviting me to see some rapper nigga perform at Sapphires, a local strip club that doubled as a concert venue.
“It’s Friday,” she said. “We ain’t doin shit. Let’s go see the show, eat and drink on Calvin’s dime. Flirt with some niggas and bounce.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Ok, put me and Melissa’s name down.” I texted back.
Calvin, the serial businessman, had an artist management company. His newest artist, Staxx was performing. I had no idea who Staxx was but according to Melissa, he was up and coming.
The Staxx guy was already on stage when we arrived. I expected him to look and sound like all of the other rappers whose names I don’t know. But much to my surprise he had a flow that was reminiscent of Andre 3000 and stage presence like Method Man. His voice was deep, sexy and distinct. I was captivated by all of it. I grabbed Melissa by the hand, and we weaved our way through the crowd to get closer to the stage.
“That lil young muthafucka fine as fuck” Melissa yelled into my ear. I nodded my head in agreement while my eyes followed his every move. He was a breathing work of art.
I sure hope he doesn’t put any tattoos on that beautiful face of his, I thought.
I had no idea how old he was, but I’m sure he was young enough for me to feel guilty about the dirty thoughts that were running through my 40-something-year-old mind. I tried to ignore the tingling in my pussy as I watched him work the stage. I may be an AUNTIE but this pussy ain’t.
I looked down at my apple watch and saw an incoming text from Calvin:
“You look sexy as hell tonight,” it read
I didn’t bother answering or even looking up into the VIP section, but I was sure that he was leaning over the railing looking down at me.
“Come upstairs,” the next text read
Fuck that nigga, I will go when I’m good and ready.
The stage was full of strippers who were working the pole and bussin’ it wide open on the floor. I was thoroughly enjoying the show. I loved to watch them work their magic and get the bag.
It wasn’t h until I ran out of cash, Melissa and I headed up to VIP so that I could empty Calvin’s pockets.
Calvin’s fat ass was so engrossed in his lap dance that he didn’t even notice us. I sat down and helped myself to the bottle of Armond Brignac that was sitting on the table while Melissa got reacquainted with Calvin’s cousin Malik. They used to fuck around when Calvin and I fucked around. I sipped my champagne waiting for Calvin to finish so that I could milk him for some dollars and get back to my stripper sistahs.
“Can I sit here?” I recognized Staxx’s melodic voice immediately.
“Sure.” I said as my belly flipped, flopped and fluttered
“I’m Rashan and you are?” he asked, extending his hand and his government name.
“Toni”
He took my hand in his, put it up to his lips and kissed it. His lips were soft.
I blushed in spite of myself and quickly took my hand away.
“I enjoyed the show. You are a great performer.”
“’Preciate dat, Toni.” he said in his thick South Florida accent. He leaned in closer so he wouldn’t have to compete with the music.
“I got some merch for ya in da byke, make sure you get it before you leave.”
My nipples hardened when his warm breath hit my neck. Calm your hot ass down, I chastised myself.
“Who you here wit? “ He asked.
“My friend,” I pointed to Melissa. I paused and then I added “and Calvin is a friend of ours.” I am not sure why I told this nigga half truths.
Calvin’s exposed my deception at that very moment.
“Hey baby!”
Shit!
“Hey Calvin. How are you?”
“Gimme a hug girl” Calvin’s words were slurred and smelled of pineapple Ciroc.
I quickly untangled myself from his embrace, as his hand was creeping down the small of my back.
“Hey bring another bottle back for my girl.” He slurred at the waitress before stumbling back onto the chair. Calvin was marking his territory.
Rashan excused himself and disappeared down the steps.
I was disappointed. I had no business talking to this young nigga anyway, he couldn’t be any older than 30, and he was a damn rapper and my ex nigga’s artist. I poured my auntie ass another glass of champagne and walked over to the balcony so that I could people watch and possibly get another glimpse of Staxx aka Rashad.
I bounced my ass to Yo Gotti’s “Rake it Up” when the scent of Staxx’s cologne wafted under my nose. The beautiful rapper leaned on the balcony beside me.
“I enjoy watching you dance, Toni.”
“Well thank you, sir” I was blushing again.
My eyes jetted in Calvin’s direction. His head was resting on the back of the chair. His eyes were closed and his mouth was wide open. Although I couldn’t hear it through the music, I knew that he was snoring like a freight train.
He never could hold his liquor.
“That’s your nigga?” Rashan asked?
“Well ummm.. no… well… um… we dated at one time.”
He cut me off.
“So that ain’t your nigga then.”
Then he leaned in closer and whispered directly into my ear.
“Even if he was….. I don’t give a fuck.”
Rashan’s unapologetic aintshitness brought instant moisture between my thighs.
“But he’s your manager …”
He leaned in again.
“I said I don’t give a fuck.”
He placed a soft peck on my neck and sucked gently on my earlobe.
“Meet me at the bottom of the stairs in five minutes.” he whispered.
I forgot how to breathe for a second.
He disappeared before I could respond.
Wait no….
I’m not a groupie who fucks rappers after concerts.
Especially one that works with my ex?
What kind of filthy whore does that?
Me. That’s who.
A few minutes after Rashan left, I made my way to the staircase. A door that I didn’t even notice before, opened at the base of the stairs. Rashan briefly poked his head out and closed it again. I take a quick look around me and slide into the door.
When I enter the dimly lit room, Rashan wastes no time. He grabs my ass and begins kissing me on my neck, he pulls my dress down in the front to reveal my tits.
“I spotted you in the audience…and I been watching you all fuckin night” he says between flicking my nipples with his tongue.
“I wanted yo ass from the second I saw you”
mmmm.. I moaned. His soft lips felt like heaven.
“The feeling is mutual “I replied.
He reached under my dress and discovered my pantiless pussy. He found my swollen clit and gave it a gentle squeeze with his forefinger and thumb.
“ Ah fuck!”
He stuck his finger inside of this auntie pussy.
“damn she’s ready for me, ain’t she?”
“she’s been ready for you all night.”
In one quick move, that strong muthafucka picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. With me wrapped around his body, he unbuckled his pants and a fat 9 inches was inside of me before I even knew what happened.
I tightened my grip on him with both my pussy muscles and my legs. I slid my ass up and down that pole while he held both of us up.
“ Ah shit, Toni!”
“Ride this dick !… Ride…. This… dick!”
I did as I was told. I bounced my ass on his pole as if I was one of the stripper sistahs on the other side of the door.
“mmm…yeah.. Toni … ooh shit, Toni…”
“That’s right, say my name nigga!”
“Oh you talkin shit huh? okay then”
“Come here “ he said, putting me down.
“Turn around” he demanded.
He bent me over.
“Grab ya ankles.”
Ahhh shit!
I felt a nice stretch in my back and hamstrings and then a nice stretch of my pussywalls as that lovely piece of meat slid inside of me.
He grabbed me by the waist and gave me a hard pump that nearly knocked the wind out of me.
I was so glad the music was loud.
He pulled all the way out and rammed into me with force. His balls slapped against my ass cheeks. I was thankful that the music was loud because I knew that he was about to make me scream.
He did just that. He put those hips into overdrive and made sure that I felt every single inch.
He gave my ass three smacks.
“Now say my muthafuggin name!”
I couldn’t even form words…
“SAY IT!”
“whats my name?”
“RA-SAA- UH…AAAH!”
Whose pussy is this?
I could not answer because at that moment thunder, lightning, Earth, Wind and Fire shot through my body.
My legs were trembling, my heart was racing and my entire body was floating.
Even though he just made me cum hard as fuck, he wasn’t finished.
“Shit she is wet!”
“Cum again for me! “ He said, slowing his pace and moving his hips in a circular motion.
He was hitting all of the corners.
“Aren’t’ you glad you came down to get this dick?”
“ Yes…..ahhh”
“ Cum again for daddy!”
He reached down and began fingering my clit, while dipping his hips to get deeper inside of me. My gspot began to sing.
“Oh…MY…GOD!!!!!”
This time I squirted my orgasm all over the black and white tile.
“SHIT !!! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN BOUT!!”
He was proud of his work, and it was now time to pay him back. I tightened my pussy muscles around that pipe and threw this ass back at him three good times before….
He stumbled back with his dick in hand and fell onto the couch.
“Damn Mami, we might have to do that again sometime.”
I said nothing.
I freshened up in the private bathroom – in what I assume was one of the private, PRIVATE dance rooms. I slid out of the door and back up the stairs.
Melissa was sitting on Malik’s lap with her tongue down his throat. I don’t even think she realized that I had ever left. I sat down on the couch near Calvin. He stirred as I plopped my freshly fucked ass on the couch.
“You need more cash for tha dancers baby?” He slurred.
I reached out my hand.
“Yes please.”
If I’m gon be a filthy whore, I might as well do it right.
“Thank you, babe,” I cooed at Calvin, but he was already snoring again.
I stuffed the stack of bills in my purse and told Melissa I was leaving. I knew she would be spending the night with Malik tonight. I passed Rashan on the stairs.
“You out? “
“yup.”
“I will get my bodyguard to walk you to your car”
“He gon give you my number, text a nigga to let me know you made it to the crib”
“Bet.”
My happy pussy was still tingling by the time I made it back to the car. I guess I could feel guilty about fucking my ex’s boy right under his nose – but I don’t.
Besides, Lil young rapper was right about two things. That ain’t my nigga and we are definitely going to have to do that again.
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