Big Booty Bitches Ch. 20

"How are you today?"

"Hey baby, you about to go out for a bit?"

Salma nodded.

"Yes, I want to go shopping today. I'm sorry about your boy, I heard last night."

Tony let out a sigh before nodding to her. At this point, five months into a steady relationship, they knew everything in each other's lives. Tony had given up on sleeping with other women, remaining loyal only to Salma. He couldn't prevent himself from truly falling in love with this woman. Looking back at her, he thought for a second before replying.

"He's truly my son. He lets his anger get the better of him at times, I used to be like that."

She smirked, running her hand over his shoulders before responding.

"It's not your fault. He's young and will learn over time."

"I guess you're right, mi señora. You're really gonna go out shopping today?"

Salma nodded.

"Yeah, I want to look around town and splurge on some money."

"Mind if I tag along? I'd like to take my woman out shopping."

After speaking, Tony reached for her hand. Cupping it gently, he moved it to his lips and placed a kiss over her knuckles. Salma couldn't help but laugh at his action.

"So you wanna make this a date, Tony?"

"Sure, why not? I like to spend money too, I'd like to buy you some jewelry today. Let's get out and enjoy ourselves."

Salma grinned big, nodding at him slowly.

"That sounds lovely, to go out shopping with my man. Well, go get yourself dressed and we can go out together. You are a sweet man, that's what I love about you."

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Within the walls of his penthouse suite, Antonio sat at the kitchen table with his laptop opened before him. Wearing only a pair of shorts and a white T-shirt with Michael Jackson's 'Bad' album cover over it. He sat with the laptop opened playing an old game he had not touched in some time. Next to the laptop was a large pair of dark Carrera sunglasses. The young man had figured while his face was bruised up from last night's brawl, he would wear the sunglasses to shield the damage of his swollen purple cheek and eye. He let out a sigh while hammering his fingers over the keyboard. His left hand grabbed at the mouse, concentrating on the screen while the MIDI music of Heavy Metal riffs played through the speakers.

The game Antonio played was none other than good old classic 'Doom II' on the 'Ultra Violence' difficulty. He was fond of fighting the game as a teenager, an old habit that he went back to from time to time when dealing with stress. He found himself angry at his father after last night's events, but with the game on his mind, he didn't spend much time seething in rage over it. Antonio simply used the video game to channel his rage and take it out on the digital demons that plagued the levels. So far, he had spent the last three hours fighting the game in between drinking coffee. On one of the later levels in the game so far, he found himself becoming increasingly frustrated at the higher difficulty. The death scream from the game echoed from the laptop and the screen blinked in red as he died from a monster closet of Revenants. Antonio sighed and then heard a knock at the door surprising him. He grabbed the shades from the table while stepping out of the kitchen. He figured it was probably his uncle Steven coming to check on him, so he didn't peak through the hole at first. He slipped on the shades and then opened the door to a surprising visit.

"Hey, Antonio! I thought I would drop in and check on you."

He found himself amazed starring back at Maria. She smiled, looking back at his dark sunglasses. It was obvious that he wore them to shield his face. The young woman had her blonde hair pinned up in a pony tail, a purple shirt hugged over her chest while she wore a pair of blue jean shorts underneath with sneakers. Recovering from the shock, Antonio stepped back and replied.

"Oh, that was kind of you. Come on in."

Maria stepped past the door, entering his penthouse suite. Antonio closed the door behind her. She couldn't help but observe the room in amazement. His suite was the most luxurious home she had seen so far. She found it to be far more impressive than the small apartment she lived in down South Beach.

"How did you find out where I stay?"

Antonio spoke, stepping over to the couch as she followed behind him. Maria offered him a smile before replying.

"One can accomplish many things if they put their mind to it! You should know that, Antonio."

He chuckled while sitting down.

"I see, I should've thought of that first."

"This is a nice place you have, much nicer than where I stay."

She responded back, changing the subject before she joined him on the couch. Maria refused to allow him to know that Steven truly sent her to be with him. She didn't want him to know, figuring it was better on her own kind intentions to be with him as a friend. Antonio spoke up as they sat together.

"My dad don't want me coming back to the club after last night. I've been removed from staff."

"I know, he told me. I'm going to miss coming to the office everyday expecting you."

His face curved into a smile hearing her words. Antonio nodded, speaking again.

"So, is that why you came to see me today?"

Maria nodded.

"Yes! I've been worried about you, I heard about what happened and wanted to check on you."

While starring back into his dark sunglasses, she bit her lower lip. Maria raised her hand before asking a simple question.

"Antonio, may I...see your face, please?"

The smile from his face faded. He didn't want to take the glasses off, but since she asked kindly, he wouldn't refuse. Taking a deep breath, he reached for them and slowly removed them from his face. Maria sighed when she looked back at his beaten face. His right eye was truly blacked, his nose had a small bruise and the upper area of his right cheek was purple from bruising. She bit her lower lip while shaking her head, just before speaking.

"God, I'm so sorry. Carlos is such an asshole."

"Well, it is what it is. Maybe if I get my job back at the club, by then my face will look better."

"Are you too scared to go out looking like this?"

He looked back, shaking his head at her.

"I don't suppose I am. The shades cover up the better part of the bruises."

"Well, to be honest with you Antonio, I wanted to take you out today."

The young man laughed before looking back at her somewhat surprised.

"Are you serious, Maria!? Why me?"

"Because, you're my friend. You're one of the few friends I have since I moved out to Miami, would you like to have a date with me?"

"Wow, I'm...I don't know what to say. You really mean that?"

Looking back at him, she shook her head while grabbing his left hand.

"Yes, I mean that! And I don't care if your face is bruised up, it will get better. How about we go out to the park in South Beach? I've had an apartment there for almost a year now and never took a walk near the beach."

"I would love to go out with you, Maria."

She smiled back at him, rising from the couch. Pulling his hand, she forced him to stand up with her.

"Well, go ahead and make yourself ready! I'll wait right here!"

Excitement was painted across his face. Antonio walked out of the living room, hurrying to his bedroom so he could change and put on a pair of pants and a better shirt. Life had been somewhat lonely for him since he began working at the club. He broke up with his long time boyfriend Luis some time back, yet he didn't want to rush into another relationship. He kept his sexuality hidden from within the family, he didn't trust any of them to reveal the truth. A day out with Maria sounded like just the kind of medicine to cure his depression of the day. It made him happy to know that she looked at him as a friend. She was someone he truly felt relaxed around. It meant more to him than anything that she came to visit after last night's horrible events.

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3 HOURS LATER

"This one is simply marvelous, wow..."

Salma looked down at a pearl necklace sitting under a glass case. She and Tony had spent their day out shopping, loading up the Mercedes Benz with numerous bags of gifts. So far, Tony had spent well into four figures without caring at all about the money. There was nothing he enjoyed more than splurging, spending his money left and right. What better way to have this fun with the woman he loved? At the same time, Salma spent some of her own money buying him a new suit and a new gold Rolex watch. The pearl necklace was priced at a few hundred dollars, not a problem for him. While standing behind Salma, she turned to face him while he gently cupped her hand into his. Tony spoke while starring back into her beautiful eyes.

"Would you like that necklace, baby?"

"I think you've spent enough money on me today, amante."

"Ohhhh, come on baby. I know you want it."

She giggled to him, looking down to see their hands together. Salma slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I think I do want it."

Tony smiled, nodding back to the woman he loved.

"Then, it's all yours."

A few minutes later, he caught the attention of a woman behind the counter to fetch the pearl necklace. More money spent, a lovely pearl necklace that Salma had to put over her neck right after he finished payments from his credit card. So far in the day, they changed their clothes while shopping. She bought him a new blue suit at one store, one that he couldn't keep his eyes off. She wore a silk white shirt and a navy blue jacket over it. The greatest thing Tony had purchased for her today, was a large Gucci purse. Salma found herself walking out the store with him, the purse over her left hand. She found herself happier the more time she spent with this man. Their relationship was nearing a serious turn, one that Salma was prepared for.

After leaving the jewelry shop thirty minutes after the final purchase, they sat in the car to cruise back home to his yacht. A day shopping had been nothing short of joy. Between hitting stores, Tony shared lunch with her at a small but costly diner. All that was in the past now, Tony sat behind the wheel as he moved the car on the highway. Salma sat back, relaxing in the passenger seat while looking out the window. Many thoughts ran through her mind. She was beginning to think about the future and the possibilities she had with this man. Starring back at her reflection in the window, she nodded to herself before speaking aloud to Tony.

"I was thinking about your boy just now."

"Oh yeah, baby? What about him?"

"How does he get along with his mother? I mean, do you have a woman in your family?"

Tony laughed, moving his hands over the steering wheel to turn the car.

"I don't speak to his mother often. We got divorced a long time ago. What did you mean by that, baby?"

"What I mean is, I think I am falling in love with you Tony. I've been staying with you for months, living on your boat when I'm not in L.A. I'm sorry, I should've waited until we were back home to admit that to you and not while you're driving."

He thought for a moment, hearing her words before stopping at a red light. Once the car was stopped in traffic, Tony turned to look at her and smiled, nodding to her words.

"I love you too, Salma. I just haven't known how to say it."

"We will say it to each other soon enough back on your yacht. In between a glass of wine in the bedroom."

Tony chuckled, laughing in excitement before the light turned green. He replied while focusing on the road.

"Yes, we will baby. Oh yes, I'm looking forward to tonight!"

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1 HOUR LATER

The sun began to drip down, slowly into the ocean as the sky faded into a pink color. Antonio sat on a bench, looking up at the sunset between the large palm trees. Sitting next to him was Maria. They faced the beach, forward as the wind blew Antonio's black hair in front of his face. Behind them, the pastel color painted hotels lined up the Ocean Drive street with their neon lights turned off in the daytime hours. The dark sunglasses remained on his face, covering the wounds he suffered. For the past few hours, they walked along the park near South Beach. Maria sat down and talked to him for over an hour. Antonio wanted to learn everything about her; her family, where she was from, what she wanted to do in life. Maria explained to him how she came from Baltimore, Maryland. She ended up in Miami with a scholarship at the University known as 'The U'.

To help pay off her apartment at the time before dropping out, she took up a job working for Antonio's father just as Disco Fever was about to open. Originally, the young girl hoped to become a lawyer. Maria's education was paid for by her brother and his criminal activities. She didn't explain to Antonio the true reality of her older brother. It was an embarrassment to herself knowing that her brother had paid for everything to send her to Miami while he served a prison sentence for trafficking narcotics. Together they sat on the bench, just two friends enjoying their day. Occasionally, pedestrians would pass on by. South Beach was always a popular tourist attraction. Antonio sighed leaning up from the bench and looking forward. He spoke up to her.

"You know, we should hang out again more often."

"Do you like sports, Antonio?"

"Kinda depends. I like basketball, don't really care for watching football with all of it's injuries. I know absolutely nothing about baseball."

"Maybe we can go to a Heat game for a date?"

He laughed at her response, slowly shaking his head.

"I would've said yes to that a few years ago! They aren't much fun without LeBron or Wade in town. We would be going to a game just to see them beat down, I would guess."

Maria smiled back at him.

"But who cares if they lose? It would still be fun. Just you and I spending time together."

"You know, I can't say no to that. I've enjoyed spending time with you today. Thank you, Maria. After last night, I didn't know what to do with myself. I've always got my uncle who looks out for me, wish I could get along with my dad like him."

Curiously, the young woman couldn't help but to ask him a question now.

"Do you look up to your uncle?"

Antonio nodded.

"Yeah, actually I do! I've always been a lot closer to him than my father. He gets it, he understands me better. Steven is the one person in my whole family I've always looked up to. He told me a while back that I was like a son to him."

Just then, Maria knew that she was right all along. If only Steven had picked up the phone last night. If only she didn't have to call Tony instead of him, things would've went differently. Letting out a sigh, she replied.

"Steven is a good man. I've never had a problem with him, maybe he can help get you back to work at the club."

"He said he was going to try. He was pretty pissed at my dad last night about the whole thing."

"Well, now you know that people care and look out for you. I think I better get you back home, I have to get up early in the morning."

"Thanks for taking me out, Maria. It was good to spend time with you."

"No need to thank me, maybe you should text me sometime. Or call me on your telephone?"

She looked back at him, offering a goofy smile as she spoke. He laughed back at her, an accomplishment on her part to put him in a better mood.

"I am not going to say no to that! I would spend hours talking to you on the phone."

"Good, I'll be looking forward to that. Come on, let's get back to my car so I can drive you home."

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Back at the yacht, Tony and Salma stacked their bags in the main cabin. A servant brought out a bottle of wine, as per Salma's request. He walked into the bedroom, clearing off the bed and taking off his suit to change into a small robe. Salma had already taken off her jeans and heels, only wearing a black thong tucked between her thick ass. When Tony returned to the room, he witnessed her standing above a table. The wine bottle had already been uncorked. She slowly poured the dark substance into small glasses. He stood there and watched her actions, studying her curvy legs. Salma looked over at him and smiled. The man finally walked back to join her, taking one of the glasses from the table. They held each wine glass together, looking into one another's eyes.

"This is to us, Salma. A nuestro amor."

The wine glasses created a 'ding' sound as they clanked up against each other softly. Salma looked back into her lover's eyes and nodded, speaking back to him in Spanish.

"Al hombre que he caído en amor con."

'To the man I've fallen in love with', she said in her native language. Together, they raised their wine glasses and consumed the liquid substance. The flavor was grape, an expensive taste to satisfy the rich lifestyle they enjoyed together. After they completed draining the glasses, they both sat them back down on the table. Salma reached out, cupping the back of Tony's head as she brought their lips together for a passionate kiss. The man grabbed her hand, squeezing it as their fingers laced together. True love had been lit into a flame with their hearts. Upon breaking the kiss, Salma held his hand and walked him out, heading to the bedroom.

All Tony could do was follow behind her. He didn't try to speak, for there were no words worth uttering to ruin this moment. Without her heels, Salma truly was shorter than him by a few feet. Tony studied her thick, juicy ass from behind. With each step she made, her cheeks pushed back and forth against one another. She walked them back to the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Back in the bedroom, Salma turned to face him and kissed his lips once again. Her hands pushed beyond the robe he wore, feeling his hairy chest from over her hands. Tony moaned past her mouth, just before breaking the kiss. A grin ran across his lips, all while his hands reached down to pull at the front of her thong. Gazing back into her eyes, the man spoke.

"I want to prove my love to you tonight, baby."

"You've already done that."

"No, I mean something else."

A giggle escaped her lips. Salma reached for the ends of her shirt and began to peel it off, tossing it over her head. Her huge breasts contained in a black bra bounced a bit. She watched Tony go down to his knees, his hands pushing her thong down past her thighs and to the floor. Soon, she realized just what he had in mind. The woman gasped her breath when she felt his mouth kissing over the lips of her wet mound. Salma's eyes narrowed down, looking into his matching brown eyes before she gasped and moaned. Tony slid his tongue into her wet slit, beginning to lick all around her.

"Ohhhhh, yes! Ohhhh, don't stop cariño!"

Her hands moved up to her glorious breasts, quickly unstrapping her lace bra to allow them bouncing freedom. At the same time, Tony ventured his tongue deeper into her pussy. Licking it slowly while he thrust his tongue in and out of her repeatedly. His hands moved to cup her thick ass cheeks from behind, squeezing them while he continued to eat that wonderful clit. Salma gasped, taking in a deep breath as she smashed her hands over her breasts.

"Please don't stop! Make me cum, my love! Yes!!"

The pitch of her voice elevated a bit. Her accent was beginning to come out stronger. Tony's hands pushed over her ass cheeks, squeezing them harder as he moved his tongue back and forth, slithering in and out of her pussy. He wanted to taste her, to give her this sensational oral pleasure to prove his love to her. Salma eventually took a step back, sitting on the bed while her thong dangled past her feet to the floor. His mouth remained embedded over her clit, still licking even as she sat down. Tony was forced to move his hips, gripping her hips instead while he ate her. Her own hands pushed up against her breasts, rubbing her nipples before gritting her teeth and roaring out.