Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Olivia Rodrigo or Beyonce Knowles or Sofia Wylie or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Sofia Wylie was doing the same thing many people in this room were doing, namely, faking it until she made it. Only she had additional concern, given that in addition to networking for her career, she was also trying to choose a girl to try and seduce. And more importantly, top. Which should have been easy, given that Mistress Beyonce had given her a list of easy pickings at this party.
But the question was, should she try to impress her, by going after somebody new? Then again, maybe Mistress Beyonce had fucked every woman in this room, and simply gave her a list of the most submissive? Did she think that less of Sofia, that she could only top pure bottoms?
Obviously, Sofia wanted to prove her mentor wrong, if she thought that way. Unfortunately, she worried that the older Mistress might be right. Because her good friend and former co-star, Olivia Rodrigo, was on Mistress Beyonce's list of easy conquests. However, what Mistress Beyonce didn't know, was that Olivia had been trying to convince Sofia to bottom to her.
Something which should be absurd. And yet, Olivia was so enthusiastic about it. So, weirdly persuasive. Then there was everything her friend had told her about what happened with Sabrina Carpenter. And everything Sabrina Carpenter had told Sofia about Mistress Livie. And poor Sofia just couldn't stop thinking about it. So much so, that she froze when Olivia nervously approached her, until it was too late.
"H, h, hi Sofia." Olivia stammered nervously.
"Hi." Sofia said awkwardly, trying to make it seem like they were old friends just passing each other.
"Sofia, wait!" Olivia said softly but firmly, grabbing onto her friend's arm to hold her in place. She then quickly added pleadingly, "Please? I'm, I'm sorry if I freaked you out. But-"
"You didn't." Sofia insisted, and then when Olivia simply raised an eyebrow, the black girl insisted, "I'm just busy."
"Looking for a girl to top?" Olivia questioned, unable to stop herself from adding, "Like anyone with a booty like yours should ever top."
"Olivia!" Sofia warned, looking around nervously.
"I know, I know." Olivia said apologetically, before pointing out, "And I really don't want to do this here. I really don't. But you're the one who blocked me."
"Fine, fine!" Sofia interrupted, nervously eyeing Mistress Beyonce, who was looking at her suspiciously, "Come with me!"
With that, Sofia grabbed hold of Olivia's hand, and guided her to the nearest bathroom. Which was nothing out of the ordinary for girls, especially not ones who had filmed a TV show together. However, while it looked innocent enough, it made Sofia's heart beat like a drum. She told herself it would always be the case for them, now she knew the joy of Olivia Rodrigo eating her pussy, and fucking the now world famous singer in the ass. But, those were only fleeting thoughts right now.
Especially as she caught Olivia shamelessly staring at her ass. Sofia glared at her because of this, but Olivia didn't even notice, making Sofia so embarrassed she almost bumped into several people on the way to the bathroom. Which for better or for worse, was a single room, so maybe they would have privacy?
"I'm sorry." Olivia said softly, as soon as the door was closed, "I know I was coming on strong, but-"
"Coming on strong?" Sofia said in disbelief, before reminding her friend, "I said no, Liv. No means no. So, you weren't coming on strong, you weren't taking no for an answer."
There was a brief pause, then for better or worse, Olivia nervously stammered, "D, did you, though?"
"What?" Sofia frowned in confusion.
"Did you say no?" Olivia questioned, and then quickly added, "Sure, you blocked me. And, that seems like a no. But, technically, you never actually said it. Or even really replied. And I let you talk me into bottoming for you. So, as a friend, shouldn't you do me the same favour? Then you can say no, or whatever. Just, hear me out. Pretty please, with sugar on top?"
There was another brief pause, and then against her better judgment, Sofia folded her arms and huffed, "Fine. But you know my answer, and it isn't going to change."
"Thank you thank you thank you!" Olivia babbled, "You're the best."
"It's just..." Sofia began, hesitated, and then continued, "You, you know Beyonce has taken an interest in me. The Beyonce. And, I don't want to let her down. This could be so good for my career. And-"
"I know, I know." Olivia reassured, "And like, good for you. Ha, get it? Like, erm... Good 4 U? Whatever. But like... I never seriously thought about any of this stuff, until you like, seduced me. Sure, Beyonce helped, which is like, so, so wild. But... I'm not sure if I could've done it without you. But I trust you, Sofia. And I'm really glad that my first time with a girl was with you."
"Thanks." Sofia blushed at the compliment.
"But, I also kinda wish you were my first in other ways." Olivia admitted, "Don't get me wrong, Sabrina was a great choice. Like, top-tier great choice. Because wow, that girl is soooooo easy to bang in the butt. And given the history between us, it was soooooooo satisfying to take out my frustrations on her big fat ass. But, do you wanna know a secret?
Yeah, I already told you over the phone, but it really does bear repeating. Mmmmmmmm, because when I was pounding into that big fat dump truck, feeling those PAWG cheeks jiggling against my thighs? I was thinking about you. I was thinking that first time, and every time after. Just how amazing you would look bent over in front of me, giving your gigantic dumper to your top, like a good little bottom."
"Liv..." Sofia whimpered softly.
"Look at me!" Olivia insisted, stepping into Sofia's personal space, "Look me in the eye, and tell me you didn't like my texts about banging that phat ass white girl. All those pictures, and the videos, of my big dick giving that perfect little bottom's perfect fat bottom exactly what it needed. What it deserved, for being such a gigantic dumper.
Sabrina Carpenter has a booty that was made for fucking, and she knows it. You do too, Sofia. And I think you know it. I think, no matter how hard you try, you wish that Beyonce was pushing you to be a bottom, not a top. But, if she can't see you for what you really are, just because she wants another black top around, then she doesn't deserve to get your butt cherry."
"And you do?" Sofia questioned in disbelief.
"Yes." Olivia said, for once truly feeling confident, as she truly believed what she told her friend, "Do I have a ton of experience? No. Not compared to Beyonce, and older women. But, these past few weeks, I've been practically living in Sabrina's booty. She's such a great anal bitch, Sofia. And I love fucking her. But, she isn't mine. Not really.
Her heart belongs to someone else, and her ass hole is a sloppy, used-up fuck hole, available to anyone at a moment's notice. I want more than that. I want to own another girl's shit-pipe. Which might be insensitive, but with me, you'll always have a choice, Sofia. And I want you to choose to give me your big fat dump truck, and let me use it for my pleasure whenever I want. For it to become mine. For you to become mine. My own personal anal bitch. All mine."
"I, I... I..." Sofia stammered, blushing like crazy, as she actually imagined what her friend was describing.
"Can you actually say you aren't curious?" Olivia asked, staring deep into Sofia's eyes, "That you haven't thought about what it might be like to bottom? Maybe even, bottom to me? You got my dick pics, right? Didn't that strap-on look, like, so yummy, when it was covered in Sabrina 's butt cream? Or when it was sliding in and out of that slutty little ass hole.
That should be your ass hole, Sofia. I know I told you before, that you should join me in being a switch, that it's fun. But, as much as I loved bottoming to you, topping was even better. And you, with this booty? Mmmmmmmmm, you should definitely be a full-time bottom, getting your big black booty banged on a daily basis by your Mistress Liv."
"Please I... I can't." Sofia whimpered pathetically.
"You can. You must!" Olivia insisted, grabbing hold of her friend's butt in the process, "This booty needs it. It, it needs me. I can hear it, Sofia. It's begging to be fucked! It's begging me to fuck it. You'll see. Five seconds with me in your ass is all it will take. I promise. I'll treat you right. Fuck your ass whenever I can. Make sure your ass hole never closes.
That it's always stretched with a cock or a butt-plug, or, I don't know, something! Whatever it takes to make sure that your back door never forgets it's true purpose as a fuck hole. That you never forget that you're a natural butt slut, who's big fat dumper has been claimed by Mistress Liv, as the first of many hot pieces of ass to become my exclusive property."
If it was anyone else saying such things to her, Sofia liked to believe that she would be furious. That she would beat the shit out of them, and maybe literally make them her bitch. Just like Mistress Beyonce wanted. But unfortunately, Olivia's words were getting to her. So much so, she allowed her friend to grab her ass. Who, pushing her luck, started squeezing and fondling it.
She even added her other hand, so she could play with both cheeks, while pulling Sofia close, and leaning in for a kiss. And God help her, the supposed top closed her eyes and prepared to accept Mistress Liv's tongue into her mouth, perhaps followed by a strap-on up her virgin butt. Then, just when Sofia didn't think things could get worse, it did, as suddenly the door busted open, revealing that in all the excitement, Sofia had neglected to lock it.
