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 Knowles had no idea what she was doing here. Or at least, that was what she liked to tell herself. God, she shouldn't be here, under any circumstances. Not after what happened the last few times she met up with Anna Kendrick. And now she was driving through the gate and parking outside of Anna's luxurious home. Not as luxurious as Beyonce's home, but still impressive.
The tiny white girl had clearly earned a fair bit of money at this point in her career, and had used it wisely. Something which provided a decent distraction for Beyonce, as she got out of her car, slowly walked up to the front door, and then knocked on it. Unsurprisingly almost immediately it was answered by her grinning tormentor.
"Beyonce, dear, great to see you." Anna greeted in an old timey Hollywood voice, before giggling as she was unable to keep a straight face. Then she added more seriously and wickedly, "Come in."
"Thanks." Beyonce grumbled, quickly scurrying inside.
"Although..." Anna began with another chuckle, and waited until she had closed and locked the door before continuing, "I'm surprised you didn't use the back door, considering your here because you want me to use yours."
"Oh God." Beyonce whimpered and blushed.
"Of course, when the roles were reversed, and I was visiting you in your home, I didn't use the back door." Anna admitted softly, before casually smacking, and squeezing, Beyonce's infamous booty, "Well, I'll definitely used this back door. Mmmmmmmm, I'll use it all fucking night long. But I didn't use your house's back door, which is a shame, because the joke was right there."
"Can we just get this over with, please?" Beyonce whined.
"Get what over with?" Anna pushed with another evil grin on her face.
There was a brief pause as Beyonce took a deep breath and worked up the courage to say what she had to say, again telling herself she had no choice, before finally pleading, "Fuck my ass. Oh please, my Little White Mistress, pound fuck my big black ass as hard and deep as you can. Please? Just get it over with. Make me your little Chocolate Princess again."
"Get it over with, huh?" Anna teased, "That's a strange choice of words, considering you were the one to call me up, and ask if I was free."
"Yeah, well..." Beyonce grumbled.
"Well what?" Anna pushed.
"Well, I... I... I just couldn't take the waiting. Not anymore." Beyonce admitted, against her better judgment, having a feeling that Anna would use this against her, but now she started she just couldn't stop, "I just couldn't take waiting for you to call me up and tell me to meet you somewhere. And, and I was overdue a visit, and I... I just wanted to get this over with."
There was another brief pause, and then Anna hummed dismissively, "Maybe... or maybe, you just missed me. Missed the feeling of me being inside this big fat ass!"
Beyonce gasped as her tiny tormentor close the distance between them, and then roughly squeezed her big booty to emphasize her words. She was also in Beyonce's personal space, that fact and the words having the world-famous singer stammering nervously, "What, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing much..." Anna grinned, instantly making Beyonce regret she asked, as she leaned in and questioned softly, "Just, I left you alone for what, a whole month? Maybe two? That's nothing, considering how busy our schedules are. And already you're desperate for more, like a proper little anal junkie, ready to do anything for a fix. Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhh, admit it, my little Chocolate Princess, mmmmmmmm, I've broken you. Why else would you be calling me directly and asking, no begging me to fuck your big black booty. Yes, yes, I had to push a little, but it didn't take much, did it? No, just a little push, and the mighty Beyonce was begging to be fucked in the ass like the little bitch she is. And that's all you are now, B. My bitch."
"No!" Beyonce literally cried, unable to say anything else.
"No?" Anna raised an eyebrow, and then when she didn't get another response, she pressed her lips to Beyonce's ear and whispered, "Let's put that to the test, shall we? Oh yeah, in a second, I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, second on the left. What I want you to do, is wait a minute or two, then come and join me. Then, you have a decision to make. First though, let me welcome you properly into my home..."