Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Beyonce was just about back to feeling like her normal self, helped by the fact that she was back in an exclusive party for the rich and famous and surrounded by beautiful white women, many of whom were already her bitches. Although tonight she was in the mood for fresh meat, and was just about to approach a cute little blonde she recognised from the Disney Channel, Dove something, when her phone buzzed with a message.
Which wasn't unusual, and she could have left it for later, but then she got another, and another, and another, and another, so out of annoyance she checked her phone, which turned out to be a mistake as they were messages from her Little White Mistress, a.k.a. Anna Kendrick.
Your Little White Mistress:
Howdy Bitch! Been thinking about you, and that big fat ass of yours, all week.
Your Little White Mistress:
How about you?
Your Little White Mistress:
You been thinking about me?
Your Little White Mistress:
What it was like to be topped by a tiny little white girl?
Your Little White Mistress:
Come on, be honest, have you been thinking about how my big dick ruined your big black booty?
The answer to all those questions was yes. How could it be anything else? After all, it had only been a week since little Anna Kendrick had forced that humiliation upon Beyonce by popping her anal cherry. Her entire body, but especially her ass hole, quivered from the incredibly shameful memory.
It was something she'd never possibly forget, especially as Anna hadn't been satisfied with one simple butt fucking, and had shown incredibly stamina by pounding Beyonce's fat ass for hours in multiple positions. Hell, it had taken the better part of the day for her ass to stop gaping, and it was only now that Beyonce was able to sit down without any pain.
Although she'd never sit down the same way again, because she would forever think of Anna every time she sat down from now on.
Your Little White Mistress:
I thought so. Well get that big sexy ass of yours over to the top floor bathroom so I can make you my anal loving bitch again.
Blushing even more than she was before Beyonce frantically looked round after reading that message, but she could see no sign of Anna anywhere. Did she have hidden cameras somewhere? Someone watching her? Or was she just correctly guessing Beyonce's reaction? Ultimately the answers didn't matter, Beyonce realised. She was already doing as she was told like a completely broken bitch. God, was she this far gone already?
It was possible, she knew what being butt fucked did to even the most dominant women she had inflicted it upon. Then again perhaps the reason she was going without even thinking about it was because she automatically wanted to get revenge. Oh how Beyonce wanted to get her revenge.
She had thought about it just as much as she had recalled losing her anal virginity, and Beyonce would love nothing more than to march into that bathroom and ass fuck Anna into submission. There was just one problem, she still hadn't thought of a way to get the blackmail material away from Anna, so just like their first time together Beyonce had no choice but to do whatever Anna wanted.
Or at least that's what she told herself as any thoughts of dominance immediately left her the moment she opened the bathroom door to find Anna there waiting for her with a wicked smile on her face. Or maybe it was when Anna roughly kissed her. Either way the end result was the same, she was once again Anna's bitch.
Anna had a few of her own bitches spying on Beyonce sending her pictures, but as she suspected it was an unnecessary step. She had her Chocolate Princess right where she wanted her, and she intended to take full advantage of that.
Of course while this would be easier than fucking in a more public bathroom they should make this quick, and if they were going to do that there was only one thing Anna really wanted, Beyonce's big black booty. And she wanted to take it from behind to remind Beyonce she was now her bitch. And so she could feel those giant cheeks jiggling against her thighs. And she wanted to make a statement, so this time she didn't ask.