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Beyonces Book Of Bitches Ch 15

Beyonces Book Of Bitches Ch 15

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Zendaya or Sydney Sweeney or Maude Apatow or Alexa Demie or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Maude Apatow had dreams which started like this. Dreams where a beautiful woman would approach her, with a flirtatious smile on her face. Hell, she had even imagined it being the infamous Beyonce. But the problem was, a lot of those dreams had turned into nightmares, real fast. And she was terrified that this would end the same way. Especially without her co-stars to back her up.

Hell, she even considered running away. Because sure, it would be cowardly, but at this point, it would also be the smart choice. But, for better or for worse, she stood her ground, and somehow avoided trembling as the infamous top came to stand right in front of her, practically in her personal space.

To be fair, they were in the hall of a hotel room, and while no one was around, it wasn't like Beyonce would try anything right now. Right? And even if she did, Sydney Sweeney and more importantly Alexa Demie were only a short distance away, and would surely come to her defence, if things got really bad?

It was just, the minute it took for Beyonce to close the distance between them felt like an eternity, which was more than enough time for Maude to imagine the worst scenarios possible. Although even then, she also felt like this was an opportunity to prove herself. One where the potential risk was more than worth the reward. Especially now she had seen that big black booty in all it's glory.

"Alone at last." Beyonce purred.

"Wh, what are you doing here?" Maude asked nervously.

"Relax. I'm not going to force you into anything. No matter what you might've heard, I don't do that. Ever." Beyonce reassured firmly, before adding with a wicked smile, "But, if you're feeling a need to bend over for me already, feel free to lean into that instinct. Mmmmmmmm, I mean, if you feel that way already, you're probably not going to win this."

"I'm good, thank you." Maude huffed, then after a brief pause blurted out, "And feel free to do the same."

"I'll bear that in mind." Beyonce said dismissively, before getting to the point, "Look, I figured after I gave your buddy Sydney her first-ever good anal pounding, Alexa would want her girlfriend all to herself, so she can desperately try to keep her hands on her. Which gives us an opportunity. Tell them they can have tomorrow night as well, and then come to my hotel room. I promise it will be a one on one session. No tricks."

"Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight." Maude interrupted, ignoring the obvious joke as she quickly added, "You expect me to just make this easy for you? Just show up alone, and bend over? Seriously?"

"You haven't heard the hook yet." Beyonce grinned wickedly, adding with a chuckle, "And trust me, this is one offer you can't refuse."

"Why? Are you going to bend over for me?" Maude scoffed.

"If you can survive the first butt fucking." Beyonce said nonchalantly.

There was a brief pause, then Maude questioned softly, "Seriously?"

"Seriously." Beyonce casually confirmed.

Another pause, this one longer, and then Maude stammered, "I, I really shouldn't. I'm an anal virgin. Something I'm guessing you knew. Or just figured. And yeah, I'm sure you're one too, but... I just can't. I mean, it would be different if you were the one bending over first. Or I could bring someone. But... you're Beyonce. The Beyonce. So no, I'm sorry. I know you're not used to hearing that.

Hell, I bet you can't even remember the last time someone told you no. But I'm gonna. Because I just can't accept this offer. No, no, no, it's too risky. In fact, I bet you're not even serious. Yeah, you're just trying to fuck with me. Well, it won't work. You hear me?"

"Oh, I hear you." Beyonce smirked, and even admitted, "And if I were you, I would be suspicious too. But, if you never show up tomorrow, you'll never know, one way or the other. All you'll know, is that you maybe had a chance to break me all by yourself, and you chickened out. And I don't think you can live with that. Can you?"

"I..." Maude began, before hesitating.

"That's what I thought." Beyonce said dismissively, as she turned to leave, adding without looking back, "Be there at 8, and don't be late. I like punctuality. Especially in my future bitches."

"I'm not your bitch." Maude whined, then added softly when she was alone, "And I never will be."

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Poor Maude cringed every time she replayed that reaction in her head for the next 24 hours. Hell, it was pretty much proof that she wasn't ready to take on someone like Beyonce all by herself, and at the very least, she should have warned her friends what Beyonce was planning. However, to do so, would be a sign of weakness.

And Maude hated the thought of that. More to the point, she really wanted to go herself, because if everything went right, she would have an entire night with that legendary booty all to herself. Although easily the worst part, was the thought of bottoming wasn't as off-putting as it should be. Especially considering who would be doing it.

Given how much she loved topping, Maude didn't often think about bottoming. However, on the rare occasion she did, it was definitely someone with the reputation of Beyonce doing it. Which was extremely dangerous, because if anyone could break her, surely it was Beyonce? Then again, if she could survive, not only would she receive the ultimate prize, but a valuable lesson in what it was like to be on the other side of things.

And surely, that would make her a better top. Right? Or was she just looking for excuses, especially now she was standing outside of Beyonce's hotel room, trying to work up the courage to knock. Or maybe just run away, as this seemed like such a bad idea.

For better or for worse, Maude eventually knocked on the door, prompting Beyonce to open it and smile, "Right on time, mmmmmmm, I like that."

"Technically, I am late." Maude pointed out, not wanting to make it seem like she was too eager.

"Actually, you were early." Beyonce countered with a chuckle, "Then you stood out here, obsessing over whether to knock or not. Oh, don't worry. You're not the first to do that. Mmmmmmmm, and you won't be the last. No, I have that effect on little white girls like you. And honestly? It never gets old. Or stops being cute, ha ha ha ha."

"Whatever." Maude blushed, looking side to side at the empty corridor nervously, "Can you please just let me in?"

"Oh, absolutely." Beyonce purred, stepping aside so that Maude could get past her, and into the hotel suite. Beyonce then closed the door, and offered, "Would you like a drink? I don't know about you, but I like to set the mood with some wine. But, you can have something a bit stronger, if you want? Or maybe a juice box? Some milk?"

"Wine will be fine." Maude snapped angrily, which has caused the older woman to chuckle again.

"Coming right up, sweetie." Beyonce reassured, pouring a glass, and retrieving her own in the process, "Take a seat, and I'll be right with you."

"Thanks." Maude said, doing as she was told, then taking a big swig of the wine once it was given to her. There was an awkward pause, then she questioned, "So, how do we start?"

"That depends..." Beyonce admitted, taking a sip of her own wine, before explaining, "After the insolence that you and your friends have shown me? I should really start off by giving your ass a nice hard spanking. You know, like the one I gave to your little Euphoria sister's big tits? Mmmmmmmmm, those pale titties looked sooooooooo good a cute little red. And I deeply regret not giving her fat ass the same treatment.

Perhaps she would be mine now, if I had? Which makes me think, I really shouldn't make the same mistake with you. Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh, I really should take you hard and rough right now, and show you who's boss. How does that sound?"

"H, h, hard pass." Maude stammered, nowhere near as forcefully as she would have liked.

"Yeah, I figured." Beyonce sighed, and then explained, "But, I can be gentle. So how about this? Instead, I'll give you the privilege of worshiping my amazing body. And before you say no, like a fool, look at it this way. I can give you a chance to wear me out. To diminish my chance to break you. Or, we could skip straight to the butt fucking? Mmmmmmm, because I'm very, very okay with that."

"I bet." Maude said softly and dryly, before against her better judgment, nodding, "Okay. We, we can do the worshiping thing first. That sounds fun."

"And by that, you mean?" Beyonce pushed.

Maude rolled her eyes, and forced herself to beg as softly and sweetly as she could in that moment, "Please, my Black Mistress, allow me the privilege of eating your yummy black pussy. I love pussy, and have been thinking about eating yours all day. So please, please give me that privilege. Please? I wanna worship your beautiful body."

"I was only looking for the magic word." Beyonce chuckled, putting her wine down, and insisting, "But don't feel embarrassed. Like I said, I have that effect on girls like you. Mmmmmmmm, and I love it. In fact, why don't you come here, and I'll show you just how much I appreciate your sweet words? Then, you can show me just how much you appreciate the opportunity I'm giving you."

Poor Maude's mouth hung open in despair as she tried to think of a comeback, and was left with nothing. Nothing but allowing the mighty Beyonce to take her wine off of her, put it down out of the way, and then pull her closer to her. Oh God, the older woman pulled the younger one onto her lap with surprising strength, and then crash their lips together. Not that Maude tried to stop it.

She didn't instantly respond, as she was taken by surprise by this, but it wasn't long before she was indeed kissing back. In fact, she was soon lost in kissing Beyonce, right there in the middle of that expensive hotel room suite. Something which seemed to last several hours, the older ones hands seemingly everywhere in the process.

To her credit, Maude did her best to keep up, but it felt like she was fighting a losing battle. Especially when Beyonce broke the kiss, and pushed Maude's head downward. Oh fuck, when did Beyonce pull down her dress, exposing the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra? Not that it really mattered, as all of a sudden Maude found her lips pressed against that nipple, and automatically she took it into her mouth, and started sucking on it.

She couldn't help it. It was just natural at this stage. Especially considering she had spent all that time with Sydney Sweeney and her giant boobs. Although Maude normally had more choice in the matter. Now she found herself being guided back and forth, the rival Dom already taking over, and doing it effortlessly.

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Something which naturally, Maude shouldn't have been enjoying as much as she did. She had to remember that she was a top, and even when she was arguably doing something submissive, she remained in control. Hell, it shouldn't even be that hard, given it was up to her what Beyonce got at this point. All she needed to do was bite down on those sensitive nipples, to send the message to the other top, that it wouldn't be so easy to dominate and intimidate her.

And yet, Maude simply found herself getting lost in suckling those big black titties, like so many conquests before her. Oh God, this really was a mistake, wasn't it? She should have never come here. Not that she too upset about her decision that moment.

For better or for worse, she was given time to regret later, first when she was pushed away, and waited for Beyonce to get herself out of her dress. Wanting to do it herself, in order to avoid being ordered to do it, Maude quickly copied her actions, the two tops stripping themselves quickly, and without putting on a show, so they were on equal footing. Well, almost. Maude couldn't help be conscientious about her body.

After all, she hung out with the likes of Zendaya, Alexa Demie and maybe especially Sydney Sweeney. And of course, Beyonce was perhaps even more curvy than Sydney Sweeney, leaving poor Maude to just stare in disbelief when they were naked. Then, after a few long seconds of that, her head was grabbed by the other Dom, and Maude found herself being pushed face first into a delicious looking, and smelling, black pussy.

"Eat me, you little bitch!" Beyonce ordered sternly, somewhat softening her tone as she added, "Ooooooooh yessssssss, worship that black pussy! Ha ha ha ha, you think you can top me? Prove it? Prove it by eating that black pussy like it's no big deal. That it is not so addictive, that you want to devote the rest of your life to worshiping me.

Maybe even, that you can take control, even now. But you can't, can you? Ohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh, you can't, because you're lost in the honour of worshiping your future Mistress's cunt. Fuck yeah, I bet you can't even hear me. No, mmmmmmmm, you're just too busy tasting twat, huh? Oh yes, savour that taste, you dirty little rug muncher! Ooooooooooohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeessssssssss, fucking lick my cunt!"

Beyonce was almost disappointed when Maude quickly settled into giving her a long, drawn-out cunt lapping. Then again, she shouldn't really be surprised. Of course Alexa Demie was the only real threat to her. Oh yes, white girls continued to be helpless against her, especially when she was alone with them.

Although she had her doubts about Alexa at this point, if this was the kind of pathetic top she chose to associate herself with. Sure, they were on the same show, but that was no excuse for not making better friends. And to think, Beyonce had been concerned that they would turn out to be a threat. What a joke. Even if it did make this moment more satisfying.

Then again, while she was busy enjoying her victory, Maude seemed to be gradually increasing her pace, and more importantly, increasing her attention to Beyonce's clit. It was such a slow increase it could easily be missed, at least by someone who wasn't the calibre of top that Beyonce was. Oh yes, despite herself, the older woman had been impressed by the younger one.

Perhaps there was potential within this white girl after all? Not that she was about to give her credit for that. Although, she kind of had to do that, simply to stop her. It was however worth it, given that is normal, it didn't take much for the superior woman to get what she wanted.

"Nice try, slut, mmmmmmmm, but your Mistress isn't ready to cum just yet." Beyonce scolded, twisting Maude's hair in warning. Then, once the little bitch had come to a complete stop, Beyonce continued, "Oh, don't be like that. Just because no one has properly trained you, doesn't mean you shouldn't already know what I want. Oooooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, it's obvious.

Hell, you probably insisted upon it yourself, with that complete and utter disgrace, Zendaya. Yes? Ohhhhhhhhh yessssssssss, you have. So don't stop, but slow down, so that your new Black Mistress can really savour this moment. Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssss, that's better. Ah fuck, mmmmmmmmmm, just like that. Lick my cunt like the lesbo bitch you are! The lesbo bottom! Ah fuck yeah, lick me!"

Just as she suspected, Maude was helpless to do anything other than obey, when confronted with her disobedience. It was adorable really. Also, really fucking hot. Oh yes, this was the kind of power which Beyonce lived for. Which again, made the physical pleasure she was receiving that much more satisfying. Not enough that it was a problem, not anymore.

No, this was just the right amount that Beyonce was looking for, at least in this moment. Yes, it was already tempting to push for more, although at the same time, the superior woman wanted this to go on forever. So she stayed silent, and simply allowed Maude to do what came naturally to submissive little bitches like her.

Something she very clearly enjoyed, from the sounds she was making. Hell, Maude was probably aching to taste Beyonce's girl cum. Something which had proven to have quite an effect on girls like her. Oh yes, when she tasted the heaven which was her Black Mistress's girl cum, poor little Maude Apatow would be one step closer to being broken.

And Beyonce knew just what it would take to push her over that edge, and make her hers. Which was a kind of thought which put a wide smile on Beyonce's face, while very much savouring what she was receiving. It also had her rewarding her new bitch, both with her happy sounds, and her hand stroking her hair.

Maude hadn't been in this position a lot, which was proving to be a real problem for her. She thought it was a sign of weakness, the way that Alexa and Sydney were constantly going down on each other, as it seemed like a bottom thing to do. Zendaya agreed, as she had only really got into it when she had become their bitch.

But maybe if Maude had indulged in this just a little bit more, she wouldn't be in this position right now? One where she was picturing herself eating a lot more pussy in the future. Especially this pussy, which had to be the best ever. Certainly better than what she was used to, on the rare occasions that she return the favour to one of her friends.

Of course, she was a lot more familiar with receiving this pleasure, but her co-stars were hard to say no too. Especially Sydney. Which felt so wonderfully wrong, given that they were playing sisters. And Maude would never want anything to happen with her real sister. Really she wouldn't. But with Sydney? Somehow it was hot to indulge in that twisted taboo.

Then of course, there was the fact that Sydney Sweeney was one of the hottest people she'd ever met. Hell, it felt like an honour to worship Sydney's amazing body with her mouth and tongue. Especially when she reached this particular area. Oh yes, her Euphoria sister had a truly euphoric cunt, which she thought couldn't possibly be bested, until she tasted this black pussy.

Tasting that black pussy was practically a life-changing event, and all of a sudden, it was really easy for Maude to understand why Beyonce had broken so many women. Especially those who looked like her. Maybe even, that those girls had been particularly easy. But Maude refused to be broken so easily. No, she was better than that, dammit.

Which was exactly why she decreased her pace without being told. Which was something that happened to her, many times. And yes, of course she wouldn't expect to get away with it. But it would definitely have an effect. More importantly, it trick Beyonce into a false sense of security, while she made a real move on her.

Namely, slowly but surely increasing her pace, and concentrating more and more on the other woman's clit. Unfortunately, this meant that she wasn't going to swallow everything she was being given, but it was worth the sacrifice, in the name of keeping her mind intact. Besides, a lot of it just ended up covering her face, and thus, making her feel even more like a slut.

Like a dominant black woman's pussy slut. Which was exactly the kind of thinking she needed to avoid, if she was going to actually survive the night. Although she was provided with a good opportunity to help with that, if she could only make the mighty Beyonce beg for her. And she was close. Oh yes, little Maude Apatow was so close to making Beyonce cum, she could almost literally taste it.

Beyonce was very aware of what this little slut was trying to do to her, and it was real cute she thought she would get away with it. Which was one of the main reasons she allowed it to go on for as long as it did, along with the fact that she enjoyed letting the so called white top feel like she was in control. And of course, it just felt really, really good. Hell, Beyonce even rewarded the bitch for it.

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