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.
Author's note: This story is a spinoff of Beyonce's Book Of Bitches. However Beyonce's Book Of Bitches will continue as it is, this story just shares it's history.
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Beyonce Knowles had seduced and broken so many white girls she could practically smell them when they were trying to work up the courage to speak to her. Benevolent Queen that she was she always beckoned them over to see whether they were worthy of becoming one of her bitches.
Normally the answer was yes, but there were just so many white girls who needed to be fucked that sometimes some girls just fell through the cracks. Girls like Anna Kendrick, who's path she'd crossed a number of times without taking her, and who was now standing in front of her trying to work up the courage to say something, which really was adorable. So much so Beyonce decided she would be definitely stretching Anna's pale little booty tonight.
"Hi." Anna finally squeaked, "I don't know if you remember me, but we've met before-"
"I remember you." Beyonce smiled, causing the little white girl to blush adorably.
"Oh good, well... I really am a big fan of your work and, and I... and I want to tell you a secret." Anna stammered out.
Looking around to make sure no one was paying attention Beyonce leaned in and whispered, "What is it?"
Anna seemed to hesitate, then leaned in, cupped her hand over Beyonce's ear and whispered, "I've got your book."
Beyonce froze with fear, but tried to hide it as she replied with false confusion in her voice, "What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you know." Anna replied confidently as she pulled back, her demeanour suddenly changed as she slipped a card into Beyonce's hand, "And if you want it back you'll come see me at that address tonight. If you don't, there will be consequences."
Fuming with rage Beyonce growled softly, "Listen you little bitch-"
"You really want to do this here?" Anna whispered, and then when Beyonce didn't immediately reply smiled and added with a smirk, "I didn't think so."
Beyonce glared, "You'll regret this."
"No, I won't." Anna said confidently leaning in again so she could whisper, "Cause tonight, I'm going to make your big black booty mine."
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Those last few words echoed in Beyonce's mind for the rest of the night as she struggled to keep her mask on as she made her way through the latest after party of an award show, only half listening to her fellow celebrities as she thought about nothing but Anna.
Really she shouldn't be too mad, as this changed nothing. She would simply break Anna like she planned and add a picture of the tiny white girl's gaping ass hole to her book. The only slight difference was she would force Anna to tell her where her book was mid-fuck. Still, she couldn't help being angry and scared given this was her biggest fear come to life.
Because sure, she had always known it was possible to be exposed because of the book, but she never thought it would actually happen as she had security measures in place when it was out of her sight. How had Anna got it? And more importantly where had she got the nerve?
During their previous meetings Anna had been all shy and nervous, but the Anna Kendrick she met this time was different and awoke something inside Beyonce which was possibly even more scary than losing her precious book and being exposed.
But Beyonce refused to concentrate on that, so instead she focused on all the ways she could break the insulin little bitch until she could finally slip away and go to the address on the card Anna had given her.
Of course Beyonce was rich enough that she didn't have to handle this personally, and maybe it would have been smarter to send somebody else or get some lawyers involved, but her pride wouldn't let her. Besides, this was little Anna Kendrick, what damage could she really do?
Once she reached the correct door Beyonce checked to see if it was unlocked, and upon discovering it was barged in while announcing, "You have something of mine."
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing. How about a trade?" Anna offered brightly as Beyonce slammed the door to the hotel suite closed and locked it behind her. Then as the bigger woman advanced on her Anna quickly added, "If you hurt me you'll never see your book again."
"Hurt you? Oh baby, who said anything about hurting you?" Beyonce asked flirtatiously while advancing.
For a second Anna looked uneasy, then she turned around and simply said, "Follow me."
As Anna made her way through the luxury suite Beyonce did in fact follow her. Because really, what choice did she have? Not that it was necessarily a bad thing as she liked to fuck in a bed, although Beyonce was a bit surprised to find herself walking through a sea of gaping butt holes.
One she got further in to the suite she could see pictures of them everywhere, and they were completely covering the walls once she reached the bedroom.
Most of them Beyonce recognised from her own collection, Anna obviously having photocopied and printed them out of her book, but especially in the bedroom there were a few she didn't recognise. And most of those were of black women.
"Like I said, I'm a big fan of your work. And by that, I don't just mean you're singing. I mean your love for fucking hot girl butt." Anna revealed with a grin as she looked around the room before indicating to the pictures behind her, "As you can see you're not the only one. And while we've both have enjoyed all types of ass, we clearly have a preference. You love white ass, and I love black booty. Isn't that exciting? It's like we're twins."
"Please." Beyonce scoffed, "From the looks of it, we're not even in the same league."
"Maybe." Anna conceded, before confidently adding, "But tonight I'm going to fuck that big black ass of yours."
There was a moment's pause, then a blushing Beyonce asked, "What makes you think that?"
"You wnat your book back, right?" Anna questioned.
There was another pause and then Beyonce close the distance between them and growled, "I should kick your ass."
"You probably could." Anna said softly, "Or maybe a girl my size was pushed around for years before she learned to stand up for herself. Maybe I got mad skills when it comes to self defence. Maybe you haven't actually kicked anyone's ass, or at least not for a very long time, because you're larger-than-life and intimidation works just fine, especially on girls like me. Maybe if you try I kick your ass, get mad, and put your pictures up on the Internet for everyone to see. Maybe even a few of your freshly gaped ass hole. Or maybe not. Maybe I'm bluffing. The question is, do you really want to find out?"
There was yet another pause, much longer than before and then Beyonce mumbled, "I ain't no one's bitch."
"You could be. Tonight, you could be my little black bitch and learn what it's like to get your big black booty fucked good and hard." Anna whispered, sliding her hands to the back of Beyonce's eyes and slowly making her way up to that fat butt, which she squeezed as she added, "Have you ever thought about it Beyonce? Have you ever thought about getting this big fat ass of yours fucked?"
"No." Beyonce squeaked, blushing with embarrassment.
Anna smiled, "Ever imagined it was by a tiny little white girl?"
Beyonce gulped, "No."
"Ever imagined it was me?" Anna pushed, grinning widely when Beyonce didn't immediately respond and adding, "Oh my God, you have!"
"I didn't say that." Beyonce grumbled.
"You didn't need too." Anna said confidently, "It's written all over of your face. It was after I told you your big black booty was mine, wasn't it? Yeahhhhh, you'd be surprised how many women that works on. And it looks like thanks to that I'll be taking another anal cherry tonight."