"Obviously." Beyonce scoffed. There was another pause, then Elizabeth just nodded, causing Beyonce to grin triumphantly, "Good girl, mmmmmmmm yesssssssssss, that's a very, very good girl."
Elizabeth's head was spinning, and she was so stunned she was rooted to the spot, unable to move, even as the other woman moved closer to her. It was far from the first time she had been propositioned, normally by some creep offering her a movie role if she would just suck his cock. Hell, most of them had been more subtle about it than this.
And every time, Elizabeth had turned them down, and this time should be no different. But... this was freaking Beyonce. World famous megastar, and easily the most effortlessly confident and sexy person that Elizabeth had ever met. Could she really turned down this opportunity? Especially when she wasn't being bribed with a movie role, just a good time? Something which, as the singer pointed out, wasn't the kind of thing she normally did, making it new, different and exciting.
Of course, just because this wasn't something she normally did, didn't automatically make it a good idea to step out of her comfort zone. And what Scarlett had called this woman was a bit of a red flag. As was the fact that Scarlett was still here, and it was one thing to step out of her comfort zone by having sex with another woman, it was another thing to take a giant leap out of it by having sex with two at the same time.
Or was Scarlett just here to watch? Because it was still way outside of what Elizabeth was comfortable with, and it felt like the chance to complain was rapidly closing, no matter what this black goddess said, because as soon as they started, Elizabeth wasn't so sure she would ever want to stop.
Case in point, the moment their lips met. The infamous Beyonce had been slowly moving towards her, but graciously allowed Elizabeth to close the final inch between them. In fact, it looked like the black woman was about to move back, when the white one finally did something about it. Which honestly, didn't feel like a conscious decision.
No, Elizabeth couldn't just let this opportunity slip through her fingers. So all of the sudden she found herself kissing another woman, and absolutely melting into it. Oh God, Beyonce was just so good at this. And she was nice enough to start off slow, and work up to more fierce kissing. Although it remained incredibly passionate throughout.
The next thing Elizabeth really knew was that she was sitting in Beyonce's lap, the older woman kissing her neck, and sliding her hands all over her. Although it didn't take long for them to rest on Elizabeth's well-rounded ass, and give those meaty cheeks a squeeze. Looking around at the other blonde, she could see that Scarlett was looking at her with a combination of lust and jealousy.
Well, maybe mostly of jealousy. Not that Elizabeth could blame her. This was literally a wet dream of hers, and honestly, she was expecting to wake up from it at any moment. Instead it just kept going, Beyonce forcefully pulling her back into another kiss, this one, including tongue right from the start.
Beyonce loved this part. Well, she loved all of it, really, but there was something special about a sweet little straight girl being corrupted and turned out, especially when she needed to be gently guided down the path of lesbianism, this one clearly did. Oh yes, Lizzie Olsen was just radiating nervousness and apprehension, at least in between kisses, but as soon as they locked lips she forgot all about that, in favour of massaging Beyonce's tongue with her own.
And she didn't even try to take over. No, she was a pure bottom from even the start. Oh God, this really was going to be so much fun. And it really was, but there were many ways to get better, the most obvious one being...
"Take off your clothes, sweetie." Beyonce ordered, breaking their latest kiss. Then when the white girl just bit her lip, and looked adorably nervous again, the black woman offered, "Or get off of me, and I'll do it first. I don't mind, mmmmmmmm, I just really want to see that pretty little pale body of yours. And I want to show you my chocolate one. And you want that too, don't you honey?"
Elizabeth blushed, but nodded, "Ye, yes."
"Then do as you're told." Beyonce ordered firmly, smacking that cute little white bottom to emphasize her words.
"Awww! I mean, yes..." Elizabeth replied, and then when the other woman stared at her for a few long seconds she cautiously added, "Yes, my Black Mistress?"
"Good girl." Beyonce purred, standing up to her full height, and ordering firmly, "Call me that for the rest of the night, okay?"
"Yes, my Black Mistress." Elizabeth replied, this time without hesitation.
Which naturally, had Beyonce chuckling with delight. She thought this would be an easy conquest, and that was just another sign that she was right. Again. Although, it probably helped that this girl was tiny in comparison to her. Well, she wasn't that much shorter, but she was certainly more petite. Which made her the kind of girl Beyonce preferred. In fact, as the little actress started stripping, the singer regretted not going after her sooner.
She'd had her eye on her for a while, but signing up to Marvel just seemed to be the perfect excuse. But then Lizzie started to take off her things, revealing a truly beautiful body underneath her far too modest clothing, and damn, she should have really done this.sooner. Oh well, now she would make up for lost time. Oh yes, Elizabeth Olsen was hiding a truly mouth-watering body, something which Queen B was going to have a lot of fun using for her pleasure.
Honestly Beyonce had intended to get naked first, but she didn't complain when Lizzie beat her to it. No, she enjoyed watching the nervous girl taking off her clothes, barely avoiding her fingers in the process. Then Beyonce removed her own as slowly and sensually as she could, loving the fact that it wasn't just one female 'Avenger' who was staring at her with pure lust.
No, 'The Black Widow' was doing the same, but sadly for her, she just had to watch for now. Well, she was allowed to remove her clothes when she got a look from her Black Mistress, but she didn't get to be the centre of attention while doing it. Mostly because Beyonce was busy taking her new bitch by the hand and leading her into the bedroom.
Once they were there Beyonce let go of that hand, and use both of hers to cup her tits, turning around and walking backwards briefly so that Lizzie could get a good look at this, while asking, "You wanna suck on these big black titties, white girl? Huh? Mmmmmmmm, you wanna wrap your pretty little lips around these nipples, and give them everything ya got?"
Initially Elizabeth just stared in disbelief, but then she received another look, causing her to blush, and stammer, "Ye, yes, my Black Mistress?"
"Then get to it." Beyonce ordered, jumping onto the centre of the bed, and relaxing down on her back, "Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm, suck these titties! Suck them good! Ah yeah, show me just how bad you wanna be my white bitch."
"Yes, my Black Mistress?" Elizabeth repeated and obeyed.
It was a bit of a risk, but given the way that the little dyke slut in training had been staring at her, and all her previous experience, it was at least a calculated risk. One which definitely paid off, as like all the rest, Elizabeth Olsen was soon obeying Queen B, which in this case meant: getting onto the bed and latching her lips onto a nipple. She sucked that passionately for a few long seconds, and then moved over to the other nipple.
Lizzie then repeated this process a few times, albeit providing more attention to the surrounding flesh, until she was going totally crazy for it. Which in turn made Beyonce chuckle. White girls were all the same, put a pair of big black tits in front of them, and all the sudden they were just like a stupid teenage boy, completely lost to lust. Which was as amusing, as it was hot.
Elizabeth had occasionally looked at tits like Beyonce's, and especially Scarlett's, with great envy. She'd heard such things could be quite a hassle, and she'd been complemented before on having the perfect sized tits, and she even agreed. Oh yes, her own weren't too big, or too small, but just right. It was just occasionally she liked to dream.
And even more rarely, she would think what it be like to have them in another way. In this way. But it was just an occasional thought, when she was in the mood to indulge in her girl crush on the likes of Beyonce, and Scarlett. Because apparently, when she thought about this kind of thing, she liked the curvy girls. But she never thought she'd actually indulge in that kind of thing.
Apparently she was wrong though, because here she was, worshiping those big titties like her life depended on it. Oh God, at one point, she even buried her face in between them, and motor-boated them. Oh fuck, she rubbed her face in those big boobs like an out of control teenager. Something which thankfully her 'Black Mistress' found amusing. She didn't, though.
No, Elizabeth was deeply embarrassed by her behaviour, and wanted to apologize for it, but then she felt a hand pressing on the back of her head, silently encouraging her to lick and suck even more enthusiastically. So that was exactly what she did, especially when the silent encouragement turned into verbal encouragement.
"Ooooooooooh yesssssssss, mmmmmmmmm, that's it sweetie. Suck those tits!" Beyonce moaned joyfully, while pressing the other girl even more firmly against her tits. "Ohhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh, suck 'em! Oh fuck, suck them real good. Mmmmmmmmmm fuckkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhh, I love having sexy little white girls like you worshiping my big fucking titties. And they love it too. They fucking love that shit. And clearly, you're no different. Ooooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, all the white girls go crazy for those big black titties. Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck yeah girl, you enjoy those big fucking tits. Then, when you're ready, there are other parts of your new Black Mistress that you need to worship."
