I Wished for a Bigger Booty

My boyfriend suddenly began attacking me regarding my butt size. 

Apparently, he was surprised at how big my booty was becoming, and he made it known that he was incapable of satisfying me anymore. That was a sure bet that he couldn't handle my size, and that I'd best find myself someone who wouldn't express any form of intimidating regarding my butt size.

My best friend informed me that only a strong black man would suffice. I got dressed up, and hit the bightclub scene with my friend, determined to encounter the right black man for me. The question is would I succeed.


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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
My boyfriend looked at me and said, what the fuck
are we gonna do about this, Aggie? I half turned
to look at him from where I lay on the sofa.
What do you mean? You know? What the damn fuck
I mean? He replied, and gestured and my protruding behind this.

(00:22):
When the fuck did your ass grow this damn big?
I looked at him, shocked and amused by his words,
but couldn't think of what response to give. I even
attempted to glance over my shoulder at my butt, as
if I'd forgotten it even existed, Like all this time,
I had no idea it was a prominent part of

(00:42):
my anatomy. And then I returned my gaze to him,
still standing there looking dumbfounded. Whatever the hell do you mean, Joe?
You look like you've never seen a big ass before.
I'm looking at it right now, and I must admit, Aggie,
I don't think I can handle it anymore. It's like
your butt has taken on a life of its own overnight.

(01:06):
I swear your butt wasn't this big when we lay
in bed last night. Quit being ridiculous, would you, Joe?
You weren't even pretending to be funny. Who said I was.
He sounded sour as he sat beside me and grabbed
the TV remote. I'm being serious, Aggie. Your ass has

(01:26):
gotten way too big for me to handle. You're going
to have to find someone who can do a better
job than me. I looked at him with disbelief, not
wanting to believe what I'd heard. I expected him to
suddenly start laughing, make like he was only joking, and
who knows, maybe I'd have jumped in his lap and

(01:47):
offered him some pussy. He did nothing of the sort,
and so that let me know he was being serious.
But was he serious enough to want to end our
relationship because I've got a big butt? Did you? Joe
somehow assumed that I spent last night wishing on having
a bigger booty, only for it to happen magically, and

(02:08):
now he couldn't stand my appearance anymore. Was he stupid?
Or was this some big fucking joke. I got up,
strode to the bedroom and slammed the door shut, hoping
the noise would alert him to how fucking upset I was.
I went and lay on the bed waiting. Minutes went

(02:28):
by and nothing happened. That did it for me as
I checked the time on my watch before changing my clothes.
I stuffed some clothes in a bag when I was
done and left the room. Joe wasn't in the living room.
I had no idea where he'd gone, so it was
good that he didn't see me leave. I went to

(02:49):
a friend's place, someone who I could express my anger
towards Joe and take necessary course of action. From there,
my friend agreed with me that it was about time
I hooked myself with someone way better than Joe. We
decided to hit the club scene that night. My friend's
name is Leah. Leah is a wild card, whereas I'm

(03:11):
easy going. Leah's always had reservations about me dating Joe.
Her foremost complaint was that Joe was too simple minded
for someone of my status. I ought to be hanging
out with sophisticated types of persons rather than wasting time
with a white boy who loves nothing other than sitting
indoors and playing video games. I never took her word seriously,

(03:35):
though I couldn't help perceiving how wrong I'd been this
entire time. The evening arrived and we got dressed and
hit the club scene. I felt like a newbie jumping
back into the river. Having stayed away for the duration
I'd been with Joe, you'd presume nothing has changed besides
the congregation of stunning bitches vying for the same rank

(03:57):
of men we were after. But the competition has always
been fierce, and I went with a low mindset of
scoring on my first night. Stop looking dour, Leah hissed
at me as we passed the security and made for
the club's entrance. You aren't going to hook up with
someone if you're looking negative. God damn it. Smile. I

(04:21):
did my best and projected a winning face that Leah liked.
She knew how to look out for me, regardless of
the circumstances. The club was loud and booming. When we
worked our way inside, Bodies jammed against each other, breaths
mixed with each person's aura, while limbs gyrated to the pulsing,

(04:43):
infectious music. Lea spotted several faces she knew. I pretended
to go along while scanning the lone men around. There
were few and far between, and many seemed to have
their dates beside them. A few of them cut glances
at me that seemed to say, step on, bitch, buy
you a drink. I stopped when a handsome black man

(05:06):
appeared before me at the bar. My heart skipped a
beat as I assumed he was referring to some one
besides me. His eyes remained on me seconds later, and
my cheeks flushed red as I cooked up a welcoming smile.
If you wouldn't mind, I said, I'd rather buy you
a drink. He gave me a quirky look as if

(05:28):
he couldn't believe my response, and then he laughed, all right,
you buy this round, and if things go vine, the
next is on me, he said. We placed our order,
and I sighted Leah at the far end of the bar,
giving me a thumbs up sign. I nodded my head
at her, then returned to my evening date. How was

(05:51):
I to think the night would end? I had not
a frigging clue. It's been a long time since I
encountered a man in a club, and the experience felt
new to me. He introduced himself as Ray, and we
made a toast of friendship. We talked briefly. He asked
what a pretty looking gale like me was doing alone

(06:11):
in a nightclub. I replied that I was with a
friend and asked him the same question. Probably I was
searching around for someone like you, he said. That got
me blushing hard. My heart was beating like a trombone
in my chest, and my hands kept shaking as I

(06:32):
held my drink to my lips. Ray took my hand
and we hit the dance floor. I was initially tensed
with worry because it had been months since I loosened
up to dance. Joe wasn't a fun type of guy
who liked dancing. The fucker barely liked anything that took
him outside of his apartment. Anyway, The music made my

(06:54):
body tingle in my outfit, and with Ray breathing down
against me, I quickly loosened up to his touch. I
was having a great time when he pressed his chin
against my neckline, and I responded by holding him hard
against me. His crotch pressed against my backside, and I

(07:15):
gave him way too much enticing friction that he could afford.
That's what happens when you've got an impressive booty like mine.
We danced for a long time, and Ray barely took
his hands away from grasping my butt. I appreciate that
he didn't, as I was getting aroused each second. I

(07:37):
knew I shouldn't be thinking about such, especially since I
hardly knew the guy, but I was looking forward to
fucking him that night. He made the proposal that we
should leave, and I agreed. I searched around for Lea,
but I had no idea where she was. Instead, I
left with Ray, deciding to call her once outside to explain.

(08:01):
We made it to his car. He said his place
wasn't far away. I didn't care if he lived on
the Moon. I simply wanted to feel what he had
in his crotch. The drive to his place took ten minutes.
Ray parked his car and then we got out and
entered his apartment building. He walked into the building lobby,

(08:24):
looking like he owned the place. The elevator doors opened
and we were the only occupants inside. Ray pulled me
into his arms and squeezed my butt while we locked lips.
We remained like that until the elevator deposited us where
Ray wanted, and from there it was a stroll to
his apartment door. His apartment was dark once the door opened,

(08:48):
but the lights came on seconds later and I turned
around to face my new found lover. Ray shut the
door while simultaneously pulling me into his grasp. His hand
resumed squeezing my booty while his tongue connected with my lips.
We struggled away from the door, and then Ray lifted

(09:09):
me into his arms and carted me into his bedroom.
He dropped me on his bed, turned me over on
to my knees, and, as if I instinctively knew what
was demanded of me, aimed my booty at his face.
Ray pushed my dress aside to reveal my thong booty,
which then slipped off. Next then he spread my cheeks

(09:32):
wide apart and tungued his way up and down my vagina.
The feel of Ray's tongue lapping my snatch was like
water on a hot day. The feeling it gave me
was as hypnotic as it was amazing. I could have
remained like that and been grateful for that achievement that

(09:52):
I'd craved for so long. I couldn't help shaking my butt,
demanding more of his tongue while feeling his lips press
against my labia. His lips made a slurping noise as
he slurped up my juice. I wanted to reach behind
badly to caress his head to plead for him not

(10:14):
to stop, as this was something I'd been craving since forever.
Ray finally stopped, but not before giving me a parting kiss,
to which I responded by falling face forward. I turned
over and watched him discard his clothes. He did it
with less hurry than Joe usually would whenever we wanted

(10:36):
to have sex. I took time getting out of my
clothes too, and lay in his bed in my thigh stockings.
Ray soon joined me in his bed, with his penis
swinging side to side like a blind missile. I took
hold of it, caressed it, and applied my mouth. It
was Ray's turn to lie on the bed while I

(10:57):
took charge of the controls. His cock filled my mouth
like none other. My jaw was soon starting to hurt,
yet I kept choking on his meat, as I felt
compelled to do after what he'd done to me. I
would have loved to worship his cock all night, except
my pussy was crying for attention. I was busy massaging

(11:20):
it between my legs, but it was starting to blaze
with fire. I came forward and spread myself over raised thighs.
He adjusted himself and assisted me with straddling him better.
His cock eventually slipped inside me. The feeling was incredible,
and I couldn't stop myself from squirting on his shaft.

(11:41):
As I began to write him, his hands caressed, squeezed,
and smacked my butt with loving affection. The feel of
his hands on me made writing him so much easier
and worth while, I knew, no matter what, I wouldn't
be returning to Joe after that night.