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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"Wow, this place really is a palace." Anna beamed as she walked into Beyonce's bedroom like she owned the place, "Good for you Queen B, living the high life everywhere you go, living up to your reputation. Well, mostly."
Beyonce froze when she heard that horribly familiar voice, suddenly turning her head in disbelief to see Anna Kendrick walking towards her with a wide smile on her face. The past couple of months she had been desperately trying to avoid Anna, but she had been failing miserably.
No matter where she went or what she did Anna seem to be not far behind, the other girl following her around, stalking her and ass fucking her multiple times a week, and sometimes even multiple times a day, depending on Anna's mood. Beyonce had somehow thought she'd be safe at home, and more importantly in this room which held so many memories of her being dominant, but apparently not. And now she was just scared for her ass hole, and those dominant memories.
"Anna, what... what are you doing here?" Beyonce stammered weakly.
"Why do you think?" Anna chuckled, then answering her own question, "I'm here for a piece of that big black booty. And when I say a piece, I mean the whole damn thing."
The once mighty Beyonce yelped weakly as Anna emphasised her last words with a hard slap to that big black booty, easily hard enough to make those cheeks jiggle. Instead of having the decency to pull her hand away Anna gave Beyonce's fat ass a squeeze, before pulling the bigger woman into a passionate kiss, effortlessly conquering her prey's lips and tongue with her own.
It was a move that Beyonce love to use to disorient her bitches in the early stages of their training when they were having second thoughts about their submission, so it was gut-wrenching for it to be happening to her now. Especially in this room of all places. But Beyonce just couldn't pull away, and had to wait until Anna moved her lips to her neck to protest.
Even then Beyonce's protesting was very weak, "Please, not here..."
"Awww Queen B, is this room just for you and your hubby?" Anna mocked, before adding, "No, that's not it, is it? You don't care about him. He's just a trophy. A way you can have kids, and hide the fact that you prefer women."
"I-" Beyonce tried to begin.
"Shhhhh, it's okay, your secret safe with me sweetie." Anna promised, before grinning again, "As long as you keep giving up that big black booty, it's all good."
"Not. Here!" Beyonce said sharply, stepping back and almost feeling like herself again.
There was a brief pause as Anna carefully assessed the situation, then took a gamble and pressed on with her original assessment, "I get it. This must be like, a sanctuary for you. Right? Maybe the last place in the world you still feel like a top, because you can effortlessly remember all the little white girls you had in here, doing whatever little thing you wanted, including taking it up their asses for the big bad Beyonce. But that's all it is, a memory. And it's just a lie. A memory I effortlessly disproved when I popped your anal cherry and made your big fat black ass mine. You still remember that, don't you, my Little Chocolate Princess. Huh? My big dick sliding through your tight little virgin ass hole, mmmmm, stuffing that fat black ass full of cock, ooooooh, those juicy cheeks jiggling against my thighs as I fucked you, ohhhhhh yessss, and just how hard you came for me. Oh yeah, you remember just how hard you came for me when I shoved my big dick up your fat ass! Or better yet, whenever I shoved my big dick up your fat ass. Yeahhhhhh, you remember that, don't you bitch?"
If it had been anyone else saying those things to her Beyonce would have been furious. Or she would had found it hilarious. Either way the bitch who said those things would be getting her ass hole brutalised, maybe before she was done talking, or if it was a guy brutalised by her security guards.
It was debatable which was worse, but because it was Anna, and because everything that Anna had done to her, Beyonce just stood there dumbly and took it. Then she had a thought, what happened to her security guards? Won't they supposed to protect her from shit like this? Only no, it was to first protect her from crazy people, and guard her things. She should be able to protect her own ass hole, but presumably with Anna Kendrick around that wasn't a guarantee.
Despite this Beyonce just had to ask, "How did you even get in here?"
"Seriously?" Anna laughed, "Part of your guard's job description is to open the door for pretty girls like me, especially famous and/or white ones. They didn't even give me a second look, just opened the door and told me where to find you without hesitation. I mean, wow, talk about discreet. I mean the things these boys must have seen and heard, am I right? Mmmmm, how many of them will overhear your squeals of pleasure, and mistake them for me eating your pussy, instead of you getting your ass hole slammed by my big dick? Not many I bet, as I plan on making it very clear what's happening here. Even then I'm not sure they'd believe it. Still stubbornly think that you'd be the one topping me. But that's okay, because soon everyone who knows you will know your nothing but an anal loving bottom. My anal loving bottom."
Again Beyonce found herself rooted to the spot unable to offer up any sort of good retort, cursing the fact that she hadn't told her guards to keep Anna out. It would have been so easy to tell them not to let her in, but Beyonce just couldn't hide from a tiny white girl like that.
It was bad enough that she had been running away and hiding at home, but that one extra thing, ironically which could have saved her ass, was just too much for her. Which of course Anna just had to point out, and twisted to her advantage. Admittedly just like Beyonce would have done if the roles were reversed back to what they should be, and what Beyonce desperately needed to turn them back too.
"Leave. I mean it." Beyonce mumbled unconvincingly.
"Sure. Just say that again, and actually mean it this time, and I'll leave." Anna smirked confidently, before quickly adding, "But we both know that's not what you want. No, you could have told those big strong men protecting you to keep me away at any time, especially here and now, but you didn't, because deep down you want to be my little black bitch."
