Rude Patron by Kojain
Celeb(s) – Beyoncé Knowles
Codes – MF, Oral, Female Dominant
Originally posted on November 22, 2005 at CSSA
Disclaimer: This story NEVER happened and I’m sure Beyonce isn’t really like this in real life.
Today wasn’t a very good day to go to the mall. The place was so packed it wasn’t funny. But then again, I was dumb enough to go out during the weekend. I could barely walk around the millions of mall patrons to get to the stores I wanted. I wanted to stop by the book store before I called it a day and went home. I was absent-minding getting my
way to the book store when suddenly I bumped into someone, nearly knocking me over.
“Damn! Watch where you’re going will you?!”, I nearly shouted. “What are you, blind?”
“Sorry! Gee! Chill out, will you?”, A short, light-skinned girl replied.
“Chill out? You nearly trip me and you want me to chill? Whatever.”, I said in return.
The girl looked back at me and said, “Could you at least help me get my bags since I dropped them when I ran into you?”
“Listen, I don’t have time to this, I got things to do.” I said, and walked away, not wanting to cause a scene.
Eventually, I reached the book store. I decided to check out a few new releases and browse for a bit. I always felt so relaxed when I’m in here. Probably because it’s so quiet no matter how noisy it is out in the mall. I was in really into this book I picked off the shelf when suddenly I felt a light tap on my shoulder.
With a sigh, I turned around to see who it was. At first I thought it was the girl who bumped into me earlier. But after looking more closely, it almost looks like a taller, older version of her.
“Yes? If you need help, I don’t work here.”, I said.
“Are you the guy that bumped into my sister?”, she asked.
“Excuse me?”, I replied. “She bumped into me.”
“So you are him?”, she asked again.
“Yes. Why is it so important to you?”, I asked, starting to get annoyed.
“Look, I don’t want any trouble, ok?”, she said. “But could you please go back and apologize to her? She felt really hurt that you yelled at her.”
“Why shou- Wait a minute. Do I know you?”, I asked, curiously.
After getting a better look at the girl, I began to realize who I was talking to. This was Beyonce Knowles. And apparently her little sister, Solange Knowles, bumped into me and probably twisted the story to making it look like it was my fault. I am not about to bow down to this girl, no matter who she is.
“Oh lord, you’re Beyonce.”, I said with a sigh.
“That’s right. Good eyes I see.”, she grinned.
Doing my best to cut this short and find a way out of this, I decided to make my escape. “Listen, it’s a pleasure to meet you, but I have to go now.” I said, as I returned the book back to the original place and headed to the exit.
“Hey! Wait! I’m not done talking to you!”, she said as I made my way out.
“But I’m done talking to you. Bye.”, I replied, not turning around.
I had a slight feeling she could have been following me, so I ducked into the crowds of people walking around to lose her. Luckily, that worked. I made my way to the parking lot and to my car. Still looking around to make sure I wasn’t followed. I get into my car and drive home.
Arriving at my house about 20 minutes later, I quickly pick up the things I bought from the mall and go inside. After closing and locking the door, I sit on the couch to relax for awhile. I gotta remind myself NOT to go out to the mall on weekends. I flipped on the TV to see if anything good is on. I was really into this episode of Jerry Springer when suddenly I hear my doorbell ring. At first I was just going to sit there and ignore it, hoping that the person outside would get the hint and think no one is home. But it seems this person isn’t taking no for an answer, for the doorbell kept going off. Grumbling, I decide to get up and see who is so into wanting to see if I was home.
Opening the door, I almost thought this was some cruel joke. I had to rub my to make sure I wasn’t having some sort of bad trip effect.
“No. You’re not dreaming.”, Beyonce said, she must have read my mind. “Can I come in and talk to you please?”.
Somewhere along the line, I should have sent her away, but as any normal guy would. I decided to let her in.
“Fine. Come on.”, I sighed.
I stepped aside and allowed Beyonce to come into my house. After closing and locking the door, I guided her into my living room. After seeing her in the magazines, she looks really pretty in person. Words can’t describe it to be honest. She was wearing a black shirt which showed some of her lovely cleavage and a nice frame hugging pair of navy blue jeans. She was a beauty alright, but I tore my eyes off her so I can try to figure out what she wanted from me. Before I could reach the couch to sit down, she stopped me and turned around.
“Nice place you have here I must say.”, She said.
“Thanks. But if you don’t mind me asking, why are you here?”, I asked, trying not to be as rude as possible.
She giggled, “Relax, I’m not going to beat you up or anything. I’m not that type of girl.”
“Let me guess, you want me to apologize to your little sister, right?” I asked, with a sigh.
“Oh come on. I know she bumped into you, but you didn’t have to be so rude to her.”, she explained.
Damn! WTF is wrong with this chick? I don’t care if she’s some superstar singer, she’s getting on my nerves.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to yell at her. I was having a rough day and I just lashed out at the nearest person at that time. I wasn’t even paying attention to see who it was. Hell, I didn’t even notice she was someone of celebrity status.”, I said, hoping she would take that as an answer and leave me alone.
“Look, I’m sorry you were having a bad day. But that still doesn’t give you the right to just yell at anyone. You shouldn’t take your anger out like that on people.”, she lectured.
“OMG! Just stop now, okay? I really don’t need to hear this. I said I was having a bad day and I didn’t mean to yell at her. Can’t you take that as a hint?”, I stated.
Beyonce looked a little shocked. “Wow, you really aren’t in a good mood, are you?”, she asked. This girl is seriously pushing the wrong buttons.
I was about to blow up on this girl, she really knew how to piss someone off. I knew if I physically hurt her I’d be in a shitload of trouble. So I tried to end this here and now.
I took a deep breath and calmly said, “Okay. Enough is enough. Please just go.”
Beyonce didn’t even move an inch. She stood there, looking into my eyes. Then she took a slight step towards me. I tried to back up, but I found myself frozen as I looked in her eyes. She then wrapped her slender arms around me, I inhaled her sweet smell of whatever perfume she was wearing. It seemed to put me under some sort of spell, but I did my best to shrug it off and get back to what was going on.
“Stop. I asked you nicely to leave.”, I said.
She didn’t say a word, she moved in closer. I tried to push her off, but for some reason, I couldn’t get her to move even an inch. It was as if I had no strength in me.
“Relax.”, she said, as she moved in and kissed me on the mouth. It was so good, like fine velvet. But this wasn’t suppose to happen. I was trying to get this girl away from me, not enjoying her kiss.
“This is enough.”, I pleaded with her.
Beyonce looked down at the slight bulge coming from my cargo jeans, she smiled and said, “I think it’s just began.”.
Before I could protest, she shoved me on the couch. I tried to get up, but she was too quick. She jumped on my lap straddled me. She winked and started to unbutton my shirt, removing it then caressing my bare chest.
By now, my dick was just about to rip through my pants. But she noticed and crept down slowly off my lap until her head was at the same level of my crotch. She carefully undid my belt, unbutton and unzipped my pants. My dick almost hit her in the face once it sprung out. She gently clasped it with a wicked grin.
“Don’t… even thing about.”, I muttered, still stunned by this woman’s persistence.
Beyonce didn’t reply. She simply brought my dick to her mouth. My rolled back into my head, her mouth was so warm and her lips felt so good. I can’t recall how long she tended to my cock. All I knew is that my body was starting to enjoy the pleasure she was giving me. Any attempt to resistance this girl any further have stopped. I brought my hand to her head and gently caressed her hair as she sucked me away.
“Oooh… That’s right Beyonce.” I moaned gently.
I felt my orgasm coming, I tried to warned her, but she kept sucking me off. My muscles tensed and I felt my essence pour into her mouth. She must have gulped it all up without removing her mouth off my penis.
Strangely, she sucked on my semi-hard member. She kept doing this for about 5 minutes until it finally went back to it’s harden length.
She eventually took her mouth off my dick and stood up. She removed her jeans and panties and got back on my lap. Holding my dick straight above her pussy, she lowered herself down slowly on me. Finally, I was fully engulfed by her warm insides.
“Oh my god!”, I groaned rather loudly.
Beyonce grinned, “It’s that good, huh?”
She then started to slid herself on and off me with increasing force. I couldn’t do much, she was doing most of the work and I was just loving it. I reached up and groped her breasts as she rode me like a bull in a rodeo.
My body could only take so much pleasure for so long. She seemed to be on the verge of her orgasm at this time as well, as she started riding me with more force.
Before I knew it, her orgasm hit her, followed by me blasting my load deep into her slit.
“Okay. Okay.”, I said, gasping for air as I lifted Beyonce off me. “I’m sorry.”.
“Apology accepted.”, Beyonce giggled.
THE END
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